Prince Charming
Hi I'm Reini... That's my name. Something different... Never knew what it meant. I'm not quite a silent girl as everyone say so. I wish to enjoy the life around me. But it never happens because my family always bothers about others views and comments than their own happiness. I always regret for not living my life to the full. I wish I had a Prince charming who will fulfil my dreams to the fullest. Waited for a very long time. It was really hard to wait. So at last I decided. Why wait for the Prince to reach me? Let me search one.
As a result, I made alot of friends of which some are boys. But neither of them were ready to suit me and my desires. Either they fell in love with some of my girl friends and I played the role of a good friend who saves them when they were in some problem. Or their love with the crush was successful. So as you have guessed by now, yes all my friends were committed except me. That makes me the good girl.
When I finished my college, as all parents, they wanted to get me married to which I agreed readily. As I didn't get my prince yet, I wished the bridegroom was my Prince charming. So after a serious hunt, my parents chose my to-be fiancé. Our families decided to meet, so do I. On the day of the meeting the groom didn't come which disappointed me a little. But I spent some time with his family which I found strict with some friendliness. The following week they decided to have our engagement. So I waited for the groom to wish to meet me at least once before engagement. But nothing happened. May be he is not interested in meeting me.
Finally I met my Prince on the day of my engagement. He was handsome with thin beard lines. His mom called him as Rihaan and his friends called him Rocky Rihaan or just Rocky R. I felt that our names were made for each other and expected both of us to be. As he walked towards me I was hoping to be excited but there was no reaction from within. I really found it difficult to understand what was happening with me. Wasn't he my Prince? I wished that my heart knew that and start racing its beats. But there was no reaction from within. I felt that my heart was dead. He came and stood beside me. There was no reaction. I felt that he might be not my Prince. So what must I do?
Must I break this engagement and search for my Prince? Or shut everything and accept this man as my Prince ? Since I didn't know what to do, I chose the second, at least to make my parents happy . I kept quiet and accepted him as my life partner. After that I felt that, everything happened in a very fast pace. But still we met each other once after our engagement. I felt that it was a formal way. Nothing different.
On that night, we had dinner in a highway restaurant. He explained why he chose me over all the other girls. He said that he fell in love with me at first sight of my pic in the matrimonial site. I was very much surprised of his love for me. And then we talked on random things where he did most of the talking. Then he drove me home in a very careful manner. He was so much caring. I started to believe that he was my Prince charming. He left me make decisions for my bridal dress. I was again impressed. Everything was going well.
Our day of marriage arrived. Though I accepted him as my Prince, I thought if he was the suitable one. After the day we met in the restaurant he never called me. On one hand I believed that he was busy. But on the other hand I was worried. What if he remained the same life long. I wanted him to be caring and loving.
Finally our marriage was over. On our first night together, I waited for him till midnight but he never came. Due to the morning rituals I was tired and slept. When I woke up in the morning I found him getting ready to office. He saw me and found that I was disappointed and tried consoling me and then left to his office. My new family made me settle in a new apartment some kilometres away from his office. We were settled after a week's work. Everything was good. I was now free to do whatever I wish and whenever I wanted . My in-laws visited me very rarely.
My husband was busy with his new business. He talks to me about his business and how he was going to make it successful. But he never asked me if I was interested in it. I was always the spectator to his boring speech.
