Draped in White

"She's no one to you, you do not have the rights to stop her sati at all"

He looked over to his family

Family

He chuckled thinking about how he still called them his own, his steps went inside the mansion, everyone thought that he's convinced but what they saw, horrified them.

He came out of the house with a small box with red powder like thing inside, it was vermillion, without giving his thoughts a second think, he came near the newly widow who was standing infront of him 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙚, her eyes showed no remorse for her dead husband, but for herself.

He took the vermillion between his index finger and thumb, without really looking at her, he swiped it at her middle hair partition.

"She's my wife now" He said looking deeply at his mother, his eye showed no emotions but his family's were full of rage.

"How can you marry your own brother's widow? What has gotten into you?"

☆ミ

They both met at a time when nothing really was making sense.

He married her to save her from all the cruel rituals done to a women when her husband dies. It wasn't out of love or affection, they both didn't know each other's name, story, age and any possible thing.

Will they still melt into each other?

☆ミ

• The story is set in 1956