Iridescent...

Completed G

Summary: I have never been a good liar. Sometimes I wish I were. I don't want to call it ironic but surprisingly, there are just too many lies I am living with. I can't manipulate like he does; though sometimes I wish I knew how to. My six months were over yesterday. But I still haven't gathered up the courage to remove the mangalsutra he had tied around my neck or wipe the sindoor off my forehead. I don't know if I can ever do them away. Maybe not. They will be there. Probably for the rest of my life...