The Chief Minister's Obsession
||forced marriage|| ||obsession|| ||consuming hatred||
She holds up the file I gave her earlier. "Abhimanyu's mother has cursed this marriage. She has cursed you. She says neither I nor you will ever find happiness if we marry, and the relationship will never be blessed."
"The only blessing we need is from God," I reply calmly. "And He will bless our union, so you do not need to worry." I honestly do not care about anyone's blessings, not even her parents'. I do not consider them relevant at all. In fact, once she becomes my wife, I plan to end her ties with that family of hers. She will sever those connections and belong only to me.
Fresh tears roll down her cheeks. She nods and forces a smile. "I also curse this relationship. May it become so problematic for you that you have no choice but to end it." She drops to her knees, places the file on the table, opens it, and signs. A few of her tears fall onto the pages as she writes.
She then slams the file shut and throws it at my feet.