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Well you must be thinking what a little girl like me is standing infront of a mirror in a bridal lehanga...

There you got your answer...

This is my marriage which I never wanted... I wasn't forced into it...

I was just emotionally forced ...

I don't know what got into my parents that they made their 19 yr old daughter get ready for marriage...that too with a 29 year old man.... It scares me to even think about him. The first time I met him was 3 days ago...

I thought he was the groom's brother but later I was hit with a thunder Bolt when they said he is the groom...

I can still remember his disgust for me in his eyes as if he was offered with a rotten headless chicken in garbage...yeah that's me

It has been a hell! I requested my parents since past 2 days to tell me what's wrong , that they have suddenly decided to get me married or more precisely get rid of me , but all they said was

' you can't get a better man than him'

As if I had anyone before.... I rolled my eyes when they said that...

I just wanted to say to them that

' I can't get a better bulldog than him'

But what to do...all my prayers, pradharshanas and coconuts went into drain...

God didn't even respond to my single call...

Right now I'm sitting infront of holy fire beside big guy... Why didn't he trim his beard today too? what's the pony still doing at the back of his head?

I should be grateful that he didn't come with his sun glasses....

This is a typical royal wedding as he is a well off... Richie rich....

I can't tolerate the radiations emitted by those single girls...they are more stronger than UV rays.... I should have got my goggles..

The poojari was yelling or should I say chanting like a dying crow...

I was just doing what all he was asking me... I don't even know the meaning of the rituals I'm doing...

The poojari asked the groom to tie the mangalsutra and he got up....

It was a slow motion for me...

He got up and took the mangalsutra..

All the sounds around me are muted..

It was only me and him...

He tied it around my neck and I looked up at his face filled with anger.

I bent down immediately biting my lip....

He applied vermilion in my partition and a pinch of it fell on my nose...

I was about to sneeze but I controlled it... It's not good to sneeze in my own wedding... He sat down beside me and I moved away a little.... Rest of the rituals were blur and awkward...

It's time to leave my parents, my siblings and my home behind... I cried alot... For them and my unknown future...... I threw rice behind me and hugged them while leaving...

I sat in the car... I did not care if he was beside me... I cried my heart out and lungs...

I guess water is coming out from all the holes in my face and I don't care!!!

I cleaned it with my saree ends and leaned onto the window looking out at the night streets of the busy city, whimpering and biting my lip, muffling my sobs....

I didn't knew when I dozed off but I felt someone calling me...

I woke up to look at the driver

" ma'am we reached " he said and I got out , cool breeze hit my sweaty sticky skin...I looked around to see my husband already boarding the jet...

I went slowly... taking my own time... It's not like he is gonna leave me here..right?..

I went inside the jet...looking around the exquisite interior... It doesn't even look like a jet! It is like a 100X modern home....with bar, kitchen, blah blah...

I was about to sit beside him but he gave me one single glare and it was enough for me to understand... I sat on the other side of the plane near the window... I don't like him....

It's mutual..

I took out my phone and plugged in my ear pods listening to romantic songs... I always prefer pop or jazz but right now I wanna look at the clouds and listen to peaceful songs...

My mind drifted to the first time we met.....

He was introduced as Arjun Singh rajput who is the sole hair of Royale hotels which are spread wide across the globe and I was introduced as lakshmi.....thats it.....

The same day in the same dress they got me engaged to this wooden log...

I caught hold of my parents heads, hands, stomach, legs and what not ! , to make them cancel this marriage but all of them flopped.... Don't even think about what happened when I planned to run away....

The same day evening I packed all my stuff and called my friend rithika, I told her to call me at 7:00pm when she reached my home with a cab...and from there I will hail the cab to near by railway satation and go to ooty for a couple of days until this marriage gets over and then come back... But all my plans went upside down when my mom called me for Mehandi at 5:00pm... I thought that it will be over within an hour..but oh boy, I forgot that this is Indian ritual which never takes less than minimum 3 hours..and my mum lifted the phone when it rang, that chipmunk didn't even let the other person respond to the call while she let out all the details of the transportation in our plan.... I couldn't even face palm due to my mehandi.... I had to face the wrath of my mum later...

I was house arrested for 2 days....

I planned soo well in these 2 days to run away on my marriage , but all because of god's grace that I couldn't.... Just half an hour before the beautician comes, I have tied the bedsheets in my room and let them out of the window.... I didn't do this before because I have fear of heights...but right now I fear for my life more...

But I was caught red-handed by my dad who actually came into the room with a thought of having a father daughter chat before the marriage...

That earned me wrath part #2..

So right now I'm sitting in the rich guy's jet listening to songs and recollecting my failed attempts to runaway....

The jet ride was peaceful as I slept all along without any disturbance....

I was looking out from my window in the streets of New York.... No difference except for different race people..... The traffic also remains same except for the horns from vehicles that we listen in busy streets of India...

I lost the track of hours that we have travelled and we reached a mansion..

My eyes popped out looking at it... It was beautiful beyond anything I have seen.... We got out and he went inside leaving me alone near the car... Oh don't think that I have expected him to stay anyway.... It's better he leaves me alone... I will rot in a corner in my own world...

I was about to enter the house but suddenly a lady stopped me by holding my hand... I looked at the lady whom seemed like an Indian..

She smiled at me and showed me the aarthi ka thali and I smiled back at her... Wasn't it supposed to be a couple thing ? Let it be.... I will get his share of blessings too from god....

I kicked the kalash like a foot ball and it rolled till the sofa in the hall... I bit my lip in embarrassment as I heard a chuckle from her.... I then walked through some red fluid all around till the Pooja room and prayed to god along with her... I didn't brush but still I ate the Prasad.... No one will know...hehe....

" I'm suma, a house keeper as well as cook here, I will look after you from today onwards so don't hesitate to ask me what ever you want " she said smiling and I nodded to her introducing myself... She guided me into a beautiful beige room which had cream and white curtains... White bed with beige bedsheet... White bookshelves at the corner of the room with a mini walk-in closet and a washroom with a cubicle and tub....

Everything is soo beautiful and cozy..

I looked at her smiling but she gave me an apologetic smile...i didn't dwell on it much...

I brushed my teeth and took warm water bath... Can I just spend my whole eternity in this washroom?

I wrapped towel around my body and went inside the walk-in closet...

Don't expect to have lavish stuff like in stories because it's all empty!

I bought my bags inside . What should I wear? Saree or anarkali? I can't wear jeans as I'm married now..

That's what I have seen in serials which my mom watches...

Oh! I forgot that the first day the bride wears a saree...

I wore a pink blouse with white saree paired up with Jumka and a choker.... I braided my hair loosely and let a few strands fall on my face elegantly.... I put a small bindi and a little makeup and tandadaaaa I'm all set!

I arranged all my books and clothes in the room.... After a tiring hour of unpacking I was about to sleep but someone knocked on my door and I opened it....

" your looking soo beautiful gudiya, come down to have breakfast... Sir's guests are there too " she said and guided me to the garden where the breakfast is served...

I looked around to see 2 bulky men and a lady, looking same age as my husband's.... As soon as they noticed my presence they all looked at me as if I was an extraterrestrial being... I bit my lip in awkwardness and smiled doing a namasthe to them... They were still looking at me without even greeting me back...

" are you people paralysed? " I asked innocently but not soo innocent...

I went and sat on an empty chair in between the lady and an unknown Man.... I was about to serve myself but they haven't even served themselves...what are these people waiting for?

Being a good wife, I served them all with the breakfast and the lady beside me was having a scowl face... Don't tell me god has already introduced a bitch in my life...

" eat it before it rots " I said and prayed to the god for giving me food before eating.

" she is a child " was the first sentence I heard , said by the lady beside me with disgusted voice...

" yeah I am " I said, no offence .

That's true ....

I heard a chuckle from beside me and I looked at the man

" sorry, I'm rahul and this is Vihaan ,

We are your husband's childhood best friends " they said smiling to me and I smiled in return...

" I'm lakshmi your best friend's wife " I said and continued eating .

" you've got one savage wife..bro" rahul bhaiya said... Am I savage? They are nuts...i thought...

I heard a crumpling sound from the other side and looked at my husband who is crushing the ceramic spoon...

Oh he is angry... Let him be...

I continued eating while the women beside me interrupted

" I'm Kaira, the sole heiress of

' the sans ' hotels in Europe and also not to forget as arjuns girl friend from past 7 years,.. tell us about you " she said with attitude....

"why should I ? Am I obliged to tell you?

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But then as you are a guest and all the guests are gods, I won't disrespect you

. I'm lakshmi, wife of your 7yrs boyfriend and I'm in medicine 2nd year .... I got on my on merits " I said and drank water.... I'm not gonna let the beautiful perfect bimbo beside me stamp me...

I looked at the men on the other side with shocked expressions...

" please have your breakfast and excuse me " I said and left from the hostile group of people...

I haven't expected anything from my husband from the start so I have to stand up for myself... I won't allow anyone to degrade me or my status or my dignity....not even my hair strand..

I went back inside and slept...

What else is better than eating and sleeping ?.