He picked her up in bridal style and started walking around the fire which he himself had lit. He looked so serious and sure of what he is doing. Perhaps he had never felt so sure and confident of himself before this. He somehow knew this was right, whatever he was doing was absolutely right.
The villagers were bewildered for having witnessed such a scene. A foreign man marrying a village belle, one who was accused of deceiving people for money. A gold digger was what they had called the girl in the the foreigner's arms.
Bewildered would be an understatement. Anything and everything was nothing compared to what she was feeling in his arms right now. What surprised her the most was the ways she circled her arms around his neck and the way, so perfect and beautiful, she fitted into his arms. 'A couple made in heaven' was what anyone would say looking at their current state. Well, there was so harm in imagining it, is there ?
Busy in her thoughts, she never realised when the handsome long haired foreigner went around the fire with her in his arms thus marrying her. They were now man and wife.
He put her down and faced the villagers. "Lo ban gayi yeh meri patni. Ab yeh mera mamla hai aur mere mamlo mein dakhal andazi karne ka koi hak nahi hai tum logo ko. Toh chalo ab jao yeha se." (Well, she's my wife and now it's my matter. You people have no right to interfere in my matters. So go from here.) He told the villagers in firm tone.
"Tu pachtaye ga. Bohot pachtaye ga." (You'll suffer. You'll suffer a lot.) said the villagers and then went away.
She could not believe that she was now a married woman. Married to a handsome man who saved her life. She owed her everything to him.
"Lo tum ab ja sakti ho." ( You can go now.) Her trance broke when he said something though she could not follow. She learned that they had walked quite a long way from the village.
"Kya kaha aapne?" ( What did you say?) she asked.
"Kyun sunainahi deta. Maine kaha ke tum ab ja sakti ho." ( Are you short of hearing? I said you can go.) He repeated.
"Yeh kya bol rahe hai? Aapne humse shadi..." ( What are you saying? You married me..) She protested.
"Wait a minute. Tumhe kya lagta hai ke maine waha jo kiya, you know tumhare maang mein mera khon and woh phere woh sab asli the? Haha. Good joke. Let me tell you main tumse shadi toh dur tumhari shakal tak nahi dekhna chahta... Main tum jaise aurato se nafrat karta hoon jo sirf paiso ke liye dusro ka ghar todh saake yaha tak ki unka khoon bhi kar saake." ( Wait a minute. If you think all those rituals are for real then you're mistaken. I don't don't even want to see you bloody face. I hate Women like you breake homes of people just for money and can even murder them.) He said raged.
She held his hand to plead. "Aap Aisa kyun... ahhh" ( why are you...ahh) He jerked his hand from her grip and she fell on the ground.
"Main tumse nafrat karta hoon. Nafrat." ( I hate you.)
She lifted her head to witness his retreating figure. He was gone. Perhaps for forever.
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