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Here's another one. On Meera.
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"The sacred thread is already broken,and now so shall our vows"
She gasped. A precognitive thought made her shudder.
He took her hand. He had started taking the phere, reverse phere.
NO.
She wanted to scream.Stop him.
His eyes showed intense anger and betrayal.
God had helped her in difficult times. She was confused. Akash was her fiance
yet she was drawn towards her rustic husband, Prithvi.
She had to choose.
Prithvi.
His blood on her forehead made her realise that she loved him.
She was madly in love with Prithvi.
She remembered it all.
The day he made her his wife before the Panchayat to save his Datta, all the
days spent with him in his small house, those small fights they had over petty
issues. When down with fever she was surprised to see his soltitide.
His poignant behavior was making her more vulnerable.
With every phera her fortitude dimmed.
She wanted to embrace him, and tell him how much in love was she with him.
Her efforts to break free proved futile.
She had lost.
No one could desist him now.
Her hand fell limply to her side. He had let go.
Tears flowed freely and she didn't care about them. Her marriage vows were
broken.
She was free to go where ever she wanted to, he had said.
He had said this for he was oblivious to the truth.
Meera stared at his retreating form with unscrutable expressions.
Devastated.
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