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CHANDRA
How does it feel to smile freely, not forced, not like showing off? I don't know, cause I never laugh out of heart after that incident. The incident by which I got paralysis in my left leg. The cruel fate that snatched my childhood playing days and made me that sympathy or pity taking man from society — that I never want.
Mohini.
How much beautiful her name is! Simply the one who moh your heart. My wife. For me, the wedding is totally a sarcasm —afterall whose marriage happened after his own three young brothers. Shame on me.
But thing that was eating me most, by which face I should go to her and say we are now new couples bound in the love of sacred vow. A married ones.
Being the eldest son of my father, my father one who is powerful, Sarpanch of this whole, I have always given shame and guilt to him. Even one day, due to society mocking and bittering, he was on the verge of to kill me— cause I was the reason for his only shame. But somehow, my mother saved a small thirteen years old child from his father violent wrath, aka me.
That's why nobody loved me. And they are absolutely right. People only love to thoose one who has something to share in profit. But I don't have any.
I take a deep breath and calm my mind. The house, which was bustling with cracks, Sangeet, and laughing in the morning had now turned completely silent. Nobody, not even my own brothers, are here with me— to cheer, laugh, or talk?
Then what can I expect from my wife? Obviously, she will hate me. Her life is ruined just because of forced wealth my father gave to her greedy father.
Hopping up from the chair, I made my way towards my room. I know you would ask, how?
So, basically, it's a wodden two large sticks that support me to walk with one leg on the floor, while another is in the air. Funny, na?
I know.
Slowly, I made my way towards our room. The creeking sound of the door resonates in the whole silence, making the moment more creepy.
She was sitting on the bed, in red bridal lehnga. Beautiful. Breath-taking. My goddess.
Why God give me such a young, beautiful woman? A broken leg man?
Guilt caused my heart heavy. Usually, man, don't weep or roll any tears. They just feel deep striking pain in the heart like me.
I faked a cough and cleared my throat for her attention. Her hands bangle moved, and slowly, she peeked from her veil to see me.
I said,"Suniye?" (LISTEN?)
"Ji, kahiye." (Yes, speak up.)
