Chapter 12Another night passed by with me thinking about my future with Mrityunjay. I was having a hard time imagining myself as his wife. The image didn't come to my mind. In an attempt to make it seem more realistic, I opened up my closet and found a saree. I tried it on. Maybe this wife thing wouldn't be so bad. Maybe I could pull this off. But for how long?
I think about what life would be like with Mrityunjay. We would be sharing the same room and be expected to behave like husband and wife. Our lives would change so much. Taara, what's going to happen, is going to happen. No one can change that, not even you.
I couldn't believe it. Love, Taara, all of these mixed feelings within me. Adi had told me that I should profess my love to her before we got married, but I thought that it would be better to hold back for a while. Just a bit.
I picked up my phone and looked at my wallpaper. It was a picture of us from the night of the party. The night that had changed it all.
I think about calling her. She would probably still be awake.
I look away from the mirror as I hear my phone ring. I pick it up and see that it's Mrityunjay. "Hello," I say. "Taara, actually I can't sleep. Can we talk for a while? You know, just like the old times," he says. "Yeah of course," i say, sitting down on my bed.
The two of us start talking about our childhood and some other random things and the night passes by.
"Taara," I hear my father say and I open my eyes. "Papa? What are you doing here? Do you need something?" I ask sitting up.
"Nothing happened beta. I just came to wake you up. Today is your haldi," he says. "Yes Papa. Papa, you go downstairs. I'll make something for you to eat," I say.
"No beta. You get ready. Everyone will be here soon," he says. "I'll make something for myself." He gets up and is about to exit the room when he turns back and says, "Nirmila Aunty sent your clothes. They're over there in that bag," he says, gesturing toward my dresser. I nod.
I get up and open the bag. In it is a beautiful white and silver lengha with a colourful dupatta. I smile.
I quickly change and head downstairs for the rasam. I find Nirmila aunty, Meethi and a couple of other people waiting for me down stairs. In a few minutes, the haldi rasam begins.
"Mrityunjay I am so happy for you," Adi says, walking into my room. "But Adi, I don't think that she loves me the same way that I love her," I say. "Mrityunjay, I think it's quite possible that she could love you too," he replies. "Adi, are you crazy? Taara doesn't love me. She never has and she probably never will," I say. "How do you know? What if she eventually does start to fall in love with you? Will your answer still be the same then?" he asks.
"Adi, Taara is my best friend. I've known her since we were little kids. Taara would never fall in love with me. She just considers me her best friend, nothing more and nothing less. Love, it's just not possible," I say. "Okay, leave all of that for now. We should go downstairs, it's time for your haldi," he says. I nod and head downstairs with him.
I wipe off the last bit of water from my face as I head out to the balcony to put my towel to dry. As I hang the towel, my eye catches Mrityunjay on the other side. He was weight lifting. Remembering that I wasn't supposed to see Mrityunjay, I turn around and walk back into my room.
I take out my old photo album and find the picture of my mom. "Mom, tomorrow's my marriage," I tell her. "I wish that you were here. But that's okay. Nirmila aunty is here as well. She's like my mom as well, right?"
"Taara, shagun ki mehndi aa gayi hai," Meethi tells me later that evening. "Yeah, I'm coming," I tell her.
I walk downstairs and sit with Meethi and Nirmala aunty. Aunty starts off with the mehndi first and than Meethi continues it.
"Should I write Mrityunjay?" she asks me. "What else are you going to write?" I ask. "All that other stuff you call him. Idiot, pagal etc," she says. "Mrityunjay is fine," I say.
She fits Mrityunjay's name into my mehndi beautifully. "Now wait. When Mrityunjay has to find his name, he won't be able to find it at all," she tells me. I smile and look closely. Mrityunjay's name fit perfectly into the design on my hand. It looked as if it was meant to be there. Was Mrityunjay really the one who was written in my destiny? A/N: A completely unedited update cuz I'm super exhausted! Hope y'all like it though! :)
Edited by Wahian4lyf - 11 years ago
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Arjun
