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I was left alone in a highly decorated room with all kinds of flowers. It was my wedding night. The clock showed 7 p.m. It was an arranged marriage, and I didn’t even know this man.
I was kind of nervous to be in the same room with a stranger…or should I say…my husband?
I noticed that the king-sized bed in the room was also decorated with flowers. I had never understood the concept. It just made me more anxious.
There were some fruits and sweets neatly arranged on a plate on a nearby table along with a glass of milk for my husband.
I sat on the edge of the bed so as not to destroy those decorations and started thinking.
I reminisced about the moments when I dreamed about how my marriage should happen and my life with my future husband.
But when you think of having an apple, life gives you a lemon, which is what exactly happened to me. I didn’t know anything about the person I married.
I saw him only once before marriage. I didn’t even know his name or what he did for a living. Nothing.
You might ask me how I could marry him without knowing anything about him. That’s the beauty of arranged marriage.
If both families like each other then the marriage will happen for sure. If the boy and girl want to, they can get to know each other in the limited time they are given.
This marriage was held without my consent. I just said yes for the sake of my parents. They have been through a lot because of me, and I didn’t want to be a burden to them anymore.
I hadn’t shown any interest in getting to know him. As a result, I was sitting in that room anxiously waiting to see what would happen in my life’s next chapter.
While I was thinking, I heard someone open the door, enter the room, and close the door. I just sat there unmoving like a statue, not knowing what to do.
I didn’t even care to see who was coming inside. Hopefully, it was my husband.
He walked toward the bed and sat on the other edge of the bed. Even then I didn’t raise my head to see him.
There was a silence between the two of us. Neither of us knew what to talk about and how to start.
After a few minutes of silence, he tried to talk but he couldn’t. He was stammering. I couldn’t believe that he came drunk. For the first time, I raised my head to regard him with a disgusted look.
I think he understood. “Yes, I am drunk,” he said, “my friends forced me to, as it was my wedding night.” I didn’t say anything back.
A few minutes passed. “Okay, that’s enough. Remove your clothes and lie down I will finish whatever I have to do,” he said in a tone of annoyance.
I was shocked to hear this and looked at him questioningly.
Is he talking for real or is this some kind of stupid prank?
The way he looked at me, I could see that he was deadly serious.
I didn’t know what to do next. Is this what I expected? Hell no! I was about to burst into tears at this unexpected statement from a stranger who happens to be my husband.
I just sat there without even moving an inch, planning what to do next.
I guessed he was annoyed that I didn’t react the way he wanted. He took a step closer. I was worried he would try to touch me and I didn’t want him to, so I ran away from him.
I ran toward the wardrobe in the corner of the room. Upon seeing my reaction, he hesitated for a second. Then he started walking toward me.
He got very close to me, until I could feel his breath on my neck. In my ears, the words he said hit me like thunder.
Those words had the power to shatter all my hope of living in the fantasy world of love.
“See, I don’t have time for your drama, and I don’t know what you have dreamed about this life with me but remember this: I don’t make love to you and I don’t want that.
I just want to fuck you for the sake of my family so that you will give my parents a grandchild and they will stop nagging me about how beautiful life is after marriage.
There ends my job, and I can live my life however I like,” he said, angry that I wasn’t complying.
That’s when I knew that even he was not interested in this marriage and that he was forced to marry me, too. Whatever the reason, that didn’t give him the right to behave like this to a girl.
If it were a different situation and different person, I would have made him realize his mistake and make him never come near me again.
But he was my husband and had every right to touch me. It was just…not what I expected when I entered this life.
After all, I was just another girl who read lots of romance novels and lived in a fantasy world. I realized my stupidity right there and then.
He leaned in ever closer and so that his lips nearly brushed against mine.
And suddenly, I couldn’t hold my tears anymore. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. I sat down on the floor, and started crying more, thinking why it was happening to me like this. I guess he didn’t like the sight of me crying. After that, he rushed out of the room angrily.
I sat on the floor and cried, thinking about my future with that person. How was I going to live a life with this kind of person after this? I lost all hope. It felt like my life had come to an end.
I strongly believed that sex was an outcome of unconditional love. We must cherish one another to make love to each other.
Sex is not just fucking. It should be the combination of love, lust, respect, and care you have for one another. Of course, in an arranged marriage, you can’t get these on the first day.
So, you give each other some time to understand and fall in love. That’s what I thought… That he would give me time.
It was about 11 p.m. when the door opened again. It was him.
He came inside without even being able to stand properly. I believe he went and had some more to drink.
I was scared to see him return. What if he tried to pull that stunt again? But he didn’t seem to notice me. He went straight to bed and slept.
I didn’t even have the strength to cry anymore. I lay down like a fetus in the womb folding my legs, bending my back, and folding my hands.
I was tired, but I kept my eyes open for any danger. Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t know when I drifted off to sleep.
I didn’t know how long I slept there like that. After some time, I felt like I was floating in the air, and I felt someone’s touch.
It didn’t feel like a dream so I tried to open my eyes, but I couldn’t open them because of all that crying.
I could feel my eyes burning and puffy, making them hard to open, and my head throbbed with pain. But I could make out that someone was carrying me.
I tried hard and opened my eyes. The image was blurred at first because of all that crying, and I was sleepy too.
I closed my eyes to adjust to the light and opened them again. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
My drunken husband… He was carrying me in his hands. I tried to free myself, but I was unable to fight against him.
I was too tired to use more strength to push him away, so I decided to do nothing and let him carry me wherever.
I was barely in the right mind to think about what he was going to do to me.
I looked at his face to find any clue as to why he was carrying me and where to. Noticing I was awake, he looked down at me with concern.
For a second, our eyes locked. I was staring into his eyes until he reached the bed.
He smiled at me and said, “I am sorry.” He then put me down on the bed, caressed my cheeks, and kissed my forehead. He said, “Good night.” I drifted off to sleep as if I was dreaming.
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After the wedding night, the girl should wake up early and get ready for pooja (ritual) with her mother and mother-in-law.
When I woke up the clock showed 5a.m. I closed my eyes again and rolled on my bed, not wanting to get up. The bed was so soft and comfy.
I rolled on to my other side and then my mom’s image flashed in my mind, shouting at me for not getting ready on time.
I lazily tried to get off the bed, and then suddenly I realized that I was on the bed, making my eyes go wide in shock.
I looked around to get some clue about how I got there from the floor. Then I remembered everything that happened last night.
Tears filled my eyes and blurred my vision as I thought about it and also remembered that my husband had carried me to the bed and apologized.
I wiped my tears away and found him sleeping beside me. Even people who have lots of problems in their life tend to sleep peacefully.
Sleep is the only escape for everyone from reality. Only when we sleep can we forget about everything and lie there peacefully.
But when I looked at him, it was different. He seemed so unsettled even in his sleep.
Suddenly I realized that I was staring at him for an unusually long time, so I got up and went to get ready for the ritual.
I was on time when my mother and mother-in-law started the ritual. We were joined by my sister-in-law.
Her name is Bharathi. She is twenty-four years old. We became friends on our wedding day. She was so sweet and friendly.
My mother-in-law’s name is Padma, and my father-in-law’s name is Ramakrishna. They had been married for about thirty years.
In the ritual they apply the bindi (religious red powder applied on the forehead) on the girl’s thali (wedding chain of yellow rope and gold pendant), wishing for a long life for her husband.
The ritual went on for about an hour. After the ritual, my mom left saying goodbyes. It was my first time staying in someone else’s home without my mother. I already missed her.
I felt blank without her being here to guide me. I didn’t know what to do next. My mom was my moral support until she was here. Everything and everyone was new around me.
After sending off my mom I went inside. I passed the hall where my father-in-law was reading the newspaper with coffee in his hand and then I went to Bharathi’s room.
Maybe she would keep me company, as she was the only person I knew in that house.
I was disappointed as soon as I entered her room. She was getting ready to go somewhere.
“Bharathi, are you going somewhere?” I asked her. She was startled to see me. She must have been thinking deeply, as she didn’t see me coming inside.
“I am going to my friend’s home. Her mother is sick and got admitted to a hospital. She is scared, and she wanted me to stay with her.” She seemed worried about her friend.
“Oh…okay,” I replied blankly. Suddenly I felt I was left all alone.
When I was about to leave the room, Bharathi called out, “Anni” (sisters call their brother’s wife Anni). I turned back to look at her.
“You will be all right, don’t worry too much.” She tried to cheer me up. She must have guessed my thoughts. I smiled at her and left the room.
I went to the kitchen where my mother-in-law was cooking. “Come, dear,” she welcomed me with a warm smile.
I smiled back and hesitantly asked her, “Can I call you Mom?”
She placed her hands on my cheeks and said, “You are like my daughter, so you can call me however you want.” Handing me over a coffee cup she said, “Go and give it to Kutty.”
I learned that everyone close to my husband called him Kutty, a nickname from his childhood.
“He hasn’t woken up yet, should I wake him up and give him the coffee?” I asked her, still unsure.
“He is such a lazy one in our house. He can sleep the whole day if we don’t wake him up,” she said, laughing playfully.
She told me to wake him up and added that it was going to be my job from now on. I rolled my eyes mentally.
“Don’t be afraid, dear, hit him hard if he doesn’t get up. We won’t question you if he complains,” she said, winking at me.
I chuckled and left with the coffee in my hand, thinking she was nice and that I didn’t need to worry about her.
As I was going to our room, my father-in-law raised his head from the newspaper and saw me.
He smiled at me and asked teasingly, “So, no coffee for me? Only for your husband, huh?”
I stood there contemplating what to say to him. While I was confused about what to say, Mom came to my rescue.
“Why are you teasing her? You finished your coffee just now, right?” she scolded him playfully
“Hey, I am talking to my daughter-in-law. I am not talking to you, you know?” he teased her back, winking at me.
I chuckled and walked toward our room thinking that everyone in this house was nice except him.
I opened the door and entered the room. I stopped right there with coffee in my hands, remembering last night’s events and afraid to go near him.
My legs were clumsy, and my heart was pounding like crazy. I felt like a sheep entering a lion’s den.
I didn’t want to go anywhere near him. Should I go back and ask Ma to give him coffee? No…no, she will misunderstand me.
He hasn’t woken up yet, so I came up with a plan.
I will keep the coffee on the table, tap him on the shoulder for waking him up and then I will run out before he sees me and go stand near Ma.
What will he do when I am with her? Oh god, why am I thinking like a ten-year-old girl?
Okay, whatever happens, let it happen… Be a strong girl.
After motivating myself, I started walking toward him. My anklets made so much noise even if I tiptoed.
What if he wakes up and shouts at me? Oh God please help me get through this… Please don’t wake up… Please don’t wake up… Please… Please…
I left the coffee on the table and turned to wake him up by tapping on his shoulder, but I hesitated and withdrew my hand.
I did that at least two or three times, reaching for him and pulling away. I thought about calling out to him, but I didn’t even know his name. I didn’t think it was appropriate to call him Kutty.
While I was standing near the bed, thinking, he suddenly jumped up and turned toward me saying, “Like what you see?”
I was shocked but couldn’t hold back my laugh. I knew it was silly of me to laugh but the way he turned around made me laugh. He tried to scare me like a child does their parents. It was kind of cute.
Then I realized I was smiling at him and changed my expression to a questioning look, wondering how he knew I was there.
He must have guessed what I was thinking, as he told me, “Your anklet. That’s how I knew you were here.” I didn’t say anything back. I just gave him the coffee and turned back to leave.
“Hmm… What is your name?” I could feel that he was asking half-heartedly.
I was tempted to leave without answering but then I hesitated and turned back to look at him. “Aadhirai…you can call me Aadhi,” I told him as I tried to leave.
“Just wanted to say that you look beautiful when you laugh,” he said hesitantly. I didn’t reply nor did I turn to look at him. I just smiled and walked away.
After that, Mom and I worked in the kitchen for lunch, chatting. That was when I knew my husband was running a business, and his friends were partners in it.
My father-in-law took voluntary retirement from his teaching after his son had got into the business. I wanted to ask his name, but I hesitated and decided otherwise.
My husband went out to see his friends in the afternoon. The day went pretty normal. He came back home after we finished our dinner.
I was waiting for him to come home. Mom and Dad went to sleep. I started feeling anxious again when I saw him since we were all alone.
My heart was pounding so much that I could hear my own heartbeats.
I tried to serve him dinner without showing my nervousness. He finished his dinner and went back to our room. He didn’t speak a word or look at me when he came home or while he was having dinner.
When I finished cleaning, I went back to our room. He was looking at his phone and doing something. He didn’t see me coming.
I didn’t know what to do next. I stood there looking at him expecting him to say something. But he didn’t, he was sitting there as if I was not even in the room.
Annoyed by his actions, I started picking my bedsheet and pillow, deciding to sleep on the floor. I didn’t have the heart to sleep beside him after how he behaved on our first day
My actions caught his attention. He looked at me and asked, “What are you doing?” I didn’t mind him as I continued to spread my bedsheets on the floor, preparing to sleep.
He asked me again, annoyed by my unresponsiveness, “Aadhi, I am asking you what are you doing?”
I thought to myself and lay down showing my back to him. I was annoyed by how he treated me from the moment I entered this house. It was all too much.
“Aadhi?” he called again. Even then I didn’t answer, but he knew that I was listening, so he continued, “I don’t know about you but this marriage happened without my interest.
So I was thinking about getting divorced after a few months. You don’t have to worry about your family or mine. I will take full responsibility; I will tell them it was my fault.
We will come up with the reason when the time comes. You just need to sign the papers. What do you say?”
Wow… Even I didn’t expect this plot twist.
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