PROLOGUE: CHARTREUSE
What is more strange in life getting forcefully married or getting forcefully married twice? Hadnāt I been accustomed to both of them, then I wouldnāt have the guts to sit in this busās window seat and eat āchana chaatā like some horse.
For a second I felt like glaring at the round chickpeas as I couldnāt force myself to look to my right. The man sleeping peacefully like a baby is none other than my Monster nope āRakshashā Husband. I also couldnāt fathom my disgust in any words how he went back on his promise of a fake marriage and here I am married to him legally now according to the society.
And the biggest pun I wanna crack at this moment is that none of my marriage is legal on paper. How can it ever be? I am still not 21!
I moved my body a little as it was really stiff from sitting in the same position from the last two hours.
āImlie?ā
I looked at his face questionably. Why call my name when you can see I am clearly pissed off at you?
He woke up because of my movements but I donāt care and I wonāt say sorry for it even if I look rude. He deserves my rudeness. And with this thought I turned my head towards the left.
The landscape visible beyond the bus window was bliss. The clear blue sky and the green fields which seem to meet the sky at the horizon. The scenery which was part of my daily life just one year ago now feels so nostalgic. It almost feels like a distant memory. The water canals and the small walking roads between the rice fields. Far away farmers are visible working the fields.
Peace? What is that? I suddenly remembered how Aditya babu came into my life. I couldnāt stop myself from remembering how many good memories I had with him. How he sat behind in my cycle and I would take him to show the fields. Good old memoriesā¦
These memories are clear evidence that an interaction can only stay sweet and respectful if a handful distance is maintained between the individuals. I donāt even want to remember his recent actions to be honest. The way he got drunk and came to my reception party. I was nowhere in the mood for it as the whole marriage was against my wishes but he even managed to ruin my fake smile perfectly.
Memories just flooded in and put my brain in an unwanted halt.
āImlie tumse jyaada nich aurat maine aaj tak nehi dekha tha( Imlie I havenāt seen any woman lower than you). You are a materialistic person. Do you hear me? Tumne mera vishwas ko torke apna aukaad dikha diya (You have shown your worth by breaking my trust). Kaha mai socha tha iss aadmi ne tumhe force kia hai( I thought that maybe he has forced you) but I was wrong. Yes I was absolutely wrong. You are enjoying everything you are getting from his money to his touchā
Unknown to me my eyes betrayed again and a tear rolled down my right cheek.
āImlieā, a sharp voice brought me back to reality
My eyes went towards Aryan, Aryan Singh Rathore my new spouse and then towards his hand. Once again my tears landed on his body, this is not the first time. I have noticed a lot of times how my tears always find a way to him. But this time I can confirm he voluntarily put his hand to collect my tear drop in his palm.
āNothingā, I gave a blatant reply.
Itās been almost a month of our marriage and I still donāt understand this man. My brain has already given a āNoā as an answer trying to comprehend this man. He is very much okay in every kind of situation. For example, right now, he is traveling in a public bus and he is the only person in a blazer suit almost similar to last journey but the only difference is now we both are sitting inside the bus.
Before my brain would rush back again through the memory lanes of what we went through during the last journey I tried to focus back again on the rice fields and yet my brain successfully inserted the Dhaba cookās words, āGo and feed your husband he is searching for youā. Somehow it became a truth and now he is my husband.
I will use my Koni(Elbow) to hit him the next time I see him. He is the reason why this came true, thought I.
I feel frustrated with everything life has offered to me. I miss my first love, I miss my friend and I miss my past. Sita Maiyya why donāt you keep a single thing constant in my life? Just why?
āEat thisā, Aryan forwarded me a packet.
āOh my ABP isnāt this the same cake you offered me last time?ā I couldnāt control my smile even though I was sighing a few seconds earlier.
Yeah I regret it the very next second, I was supposed to be angry at him. And I covered my mouth with my hands immediately out of reflex.
āPehli baat(First), this is indeed that cake,
Dusri baat(Second), that chaat you had before was extremely unhealthy
And Teesri baat udhaar rahi (And the third is for some other time)ā
And he just gave the packet in my hand by pulling my hands away from my mouth.
āLet the anger reside for now and have this. Else you will feel weakā
I couldnāt fathom myself from looking away from his eyes and yeah this indeed feels like he hasn't changed much. Or is it an illusion?
I tore the packet and took a bite, he felt relaxed and I saw him tearing his packet too.
This bus will only stop at Pagdandiya now. Pagdandia where I am returning again but this time for Pag Phere Ritual which is kind of late for the work line up we had after our marriage.
Was there such a thing in my last marriage? No, I won't let my heart search for Aditya babu anymore, this name just makes me feel pain and maybe thatās why I synonymize Pain with Love. He was my first love and not a single first love ever comes true.
āWater,ā Aryan fed me water from a bottle. This guy just treats me like a kid out of nowhere.
I frowned a little after drinking the water.
āWhat?ā, he asked questionably.
āKabhi kabar to hum ei sochat hai ki ABP tum hamar nanny ho( ABP sometime I think you are my nanny)ā
āWhat?ā
āNanny english me aur hamar yaha Dai Maa kahat hai ( Nanny in English and in our language we call āDai Maaā)ā
His panicked face for a second took away all my sadness. Itās so much fun when you tease this guy out of the blue. I couldnāt hold my laughter and he kept looking straight at my face. Every time I catch him looking at me it feels like he is lost somewhere.
And then at some point it will become awkward, I even know the pattern.
I once again turned my face and looked at the green rice field which is spread till the horizon through the window. And this time I smiled not because I am stuffed with so much in my palette but thereās something which feels right deep down.
These situations are only here to teach me about the lessons of life. And the person sitting near me might be someone I hate for now but he has always shown the road to walk past my obstacles.
I feel like the pretty green shade of those rice fields delivers hope around the world and so do my emotions. Hope gives such a bright feeling that it brings a smile on the face of everyone. I guess I had lost this smile for the hazards of my unsorted life during last year but I came to smile again for the encouragement I got from this very enemy who seems to drift back again to his nap time after making sure I finished half of the cakes in the packet.
I know that I have to sort a lot of stuff inside my head and so in my life but I am extremely hopeful. I am sure this does resemble the green shade of those rice fields - Chartreuse, A color of Hope.
I really hope you guys will like and enjoy it. Also do share your opinions I am always in for criticisms and as well as praisesš³
Yours Mimiš
Edited by MiuniS - 4 years ago
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