It is a hard thing to love a good man. A good man is not a nice man - he does not do things to be nice, he does things because he has a moral code, a set of values he prioritizes and will always do his best to make sure that his actions are in line with his own personal standards. A good man will not do the easy thing or the convenient thing, or even the thing that he wants to do. He will do what he knows to be the good thing.
But...
It's more hard rather to say it's impossible to love a man who is only a good man from outside. From inside he has lust... Lust for body... Lust for soul... Lust for love...
Everyone deserve someone who does not only make him/her feel better, but makes you want to be better. He supports you and your goals. He'd listen to you blabber about your studies like it's the most interesting topic in the world. When you're about to give up, he'd be your cheerleader. He would keep you motivated all the way.
Nandini also wanted a ideal husband for her, to whom she can open up her heart out. She wanted her husband to love her more than anything in this world. But something else written in her fate. She will get her perfect life partner but her journey will be on a path full of nails... She will discover many lies covered within the layer of truth and many truth covered within the layers of lies.
Will nandini have a perfect life which she dreamt of...
Synopsis
Manik is working on his laptop when nandini enters with a glass of water... Manik looks up and finding her wearing something else which he hasn't choose for her that morning, He gets angry.
"nandini...apne hamari pasand ki hui saree kuin nahi pehni??? " manik asked rubbing his palm across his forehead
"woh... Woh meine... Woh saree... "Nandini was about to explain when manik cuts her in the middle and throws the glass away which she was holding which hit the floor and scatters into pieces !!!
Now nandini is scared . Resting her hands on her chest she was literally shivering out of fear.
"kya apko humara pasand ,pasand nahi. ?? Hmmhh (questioning reaction) Hindustani patniyon ko toh apni pati ki haar baat manni chahiye... Aur ek meri patni hai jo hamesha manmani karti rehti hai... Kabhi apne pati ki baat nahi sunti... " manik said moving close towards nandink and nandini backing up in fear.
"mein apko batane hi wali thi... Ki... Ki woh saree mein nai pehen sakti... Uss... Uss.. Saree mein... " nandini again tried to explain but this time manik thrashed her cheeks with a tight slap...
The force was such that she stumbles and falls upon the broken pieces of glass.
The glasses tears through her skin in her palm and it starts bleeding.
"aahhh!!! " nandini hissed with pain
Nandini's eyes were shadowed with tears. Tears rolling down her cheeks . Heavy drops of water rested on the floor after parting from her eyes.
Manik turns to see the blood and tears from nandini's eyes but without any concern he left her alone in the room and dashed out...
With all energy left in her body nandini manually gets up without any help and as an obedient wife she starts collecting the glass pieces.
While picking up the glass pieces she will again cut her forefinger but this time she didn't felt the pain as she has faced all these before and had got used to it...
Nandini looked at her bleeding finger with tears in her eyes and smile on her face...
"Aaj Uss Ne Ek Dard Diya Toh Mujhe Yaad Aaya,
Humne Hi Duaaon Mein Uske Saare Dard Mange They."
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