“THE END!” he yelled. “that’s it? How can you just walk out on me like that?” he still wasn’t sure if she was in her senses. “I told you, I won’t let my family down. I gave you many chances to figure out what you wanted from life, but you were never serious!” She wasn’t expecting this reaction from him. He looked away, teary eyed. She was the most precious thing he had and he wasn’t ready to let go……
she was all set to cut the ties and fly away. How could she be so cold. He remembered how they both had dreamed of a house together. Him and her! Now she was ruining it. He can’t let her go…. “tell me what should I do?” he begged her. His whole world was collapsing in front of his eyes. “well, find someone else… ummm… but first… find a job!” she smiled pitifully.
The next fifteen days were hellish as he knew she was getting married and moving to England for good. Their common friends had supported him but had also attended the wedding, giving him minute by minute details.
He lay in bed the night of her rukhsati…. thinking, if only….
Five years had gone by, she was super excited to return to her home country. It was her younger sister’s wedding and she has so much planned… she couldn’t believe that her sister was old enough to be married, that too to a businessman. She had been warned about the strict purdah the groom’s family followed and so, no pictures were shared from both sides.
Their car took them to straight to the hotel as her husband didn’t want to live at the in-law’s house. She told the driver to wait while she quickly dropped off her husband and their luggage at the hotel.
As she stepped into her childhood home, a familiar feeling and aroma surrounded her. She missed home and her mum’s home cooked food. Everyone was super excited to see her. They went over the wedding and events. Her mum had already ordered her dresses from a designer and she was so happy with her mum’s choice. There was no mehndi or dholkis but her sister was over the moon and that’s what mattered. She asked her husband about the groom and he said that he was devilishly handsome. Her sister had told her they had met at a café and things got serious after a few dates.
On the day of the wedding, she couldn’t wait to meet her brother inlaw. She asked her dad to let her take a glimpse of the groom from the corner of the banquet hall. He wasn’t sure as he knew how strict his younger son inlaw was, but he finally gave in.
All dressed up and looking shinier than the bride as she stepped into the banquet hall and stood behind the door to sneak peak, there he was, in an off – white sherwani, looking devilishly handsome. People had surrounded him to congratulate for the nikkah. As a few moved away, she saw…… HIM!