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CHAPTER 6
Had his bride lay on his bed, primed for seduction, he would have probably been equally surprised. Trying to maintain a leveled tone, he said the only thing he could: "excuse me?"
"YashJi," she whispered his name for the first time, "I- I need help taking my clothes off. It appears as if my friends sewed my wedding outfit on me-" she trailed, averting his gaze in the mirror.
It was mortifying to be left alone on your wedding night, even more so when you had to beg for assistance from the one man who probably did not want to touch you. When Aarti finally managed to peer in the mirror, she saw the conflict present in Yash's eyes.
Many minutes later when Yash remained rooted to his spot, she gave up hope, and decided to try once again in the secluded bathroom. She had some pride still intact. If she had to, she would cut through her clothes, and free herself. Determined, Aarti rose slightly, only to feel a heavy weight on her left shoulder.
"Wait. I will help." Four monosyllabic words, and yet very impactful.
Without waiting for Aarti to be comfortable, he decided to start with the hair. Better touch the hair than her body, he thought. Carefully pulling out her hairclips, he worked his way into freeing her hair, paying close attention to not snag her long mane, or cause pain.
Biting her fingernails into her closed fists, Aarti willed herself to not respond. Truth be told, it was not her fault. Ever since her marriage was fixed, her friends - especially Maansi - kept discussing the ins and outs of the events of the marriage bed. Without even meeting her husband - as any girl in her position might have been - Aarti had anticipated some things. The teasings, the hushed secrets, the giggled suggestions that went alongside with dressing her up came clashing back. It was not, she reminded herself, a moment to indulge in weakness. Straightening her spine, she told herself to get a better handle on herself. She had lived her life being a shadow; she would do the same here. Crying would only evoke sympathy, and she never wanted anybody's sympathy.
Yash had, never in his life, been put in a situation this bad. Trying to do this chore -for that was the easiest way to not let his emotions get involved - was going to be the death of him. For he had not been completely honest with his wife.
Yes, there was an Arpita, yes they had been in love, but no, those feelings were no longer poignant. For either party.
As all feelings do, theirs changed, and evolved to something else overtime as well. Yash had stuck by Arpita for so long - 7 years - because it was so easy to have a routine in his life. When his parents had voiced their disapproval of her, he had held on tighter, for he did not think religion alone was a valid obstacle. He felt he owed it to her, their history, and himself to not let go.
He did not expect however, the effect his parent's words had on his relationship with Arpita. Instead of fighting for their love, as he was willing to do, she gave up. For her parents had echoed similar words. She thought it was best to cut clean when they had reasons, then to fight for something that might only cause a breakup, or godforbid a divorce later on.
When his parents had found out about the strain within their relationship - their demands that he also settle down, and start his own family - like his younger brother, Prateek, wanted to do, increased. They had found Aarti, and gotten him married without so much as giving him time to get over the shock of his breakup.
Even though he did not like being coerced into a relationship, he had agreed because that is what Aprita wanted as well: a clean break, a fresh start, and a goodbye hug. He also did not want to be responsible for his younger brother's delayed married. Why have any collateral damage? Especially in the image of his beloved chote.
And that is why he did not understand the text message he had received from Arpita, mere moments after he had tied the manglesutre around his wife's neck, filled the parting of her hair with red vermillion, signifying his life, and claimed her as his own.
"I need to see you," it read. Why now?
He knew he should not have lied to Aarti, and expressed love for another when that chapter of his life was closed, but he had panicked seeing her on his bed. And he had blurted the first thing that kept nagging his mind.
The human mind was not always the epitome of intelligence, and he had fallen pray to his own stupidity. Instead of trying to start a conversation with his wife - a first! - he needed closure.
He was thankful that Aarti had given him the opportunity to find Aprita and figure out what was wrong. For if he did not go, Arpita would have continued to be on his mind - lurking unwelcomed, and polluting his thoughts, taking away from his moments with Aarti.
When Aarti had given him the OK to meet with Arpita, he had called her to find out if she was okay. Instead of meeting with her, he had been on the phone with her for a couple of hours as she first cried, apologized and then wished him well in his new life. She also told him that she would miss him when she moved to Singapore into her new family, as she was getting married shortly too.
Without the nerve to come back into his room, he had stayed out. He was hoping to miss Aarti in the morning. When the sun came up, it brought along many questions, that perhaps the darkness of the night dulled away. He was not sure if he could handle any question - or offer the correct responses.
As he pulled the last pin from her hair, he realized - perhaps for the first true time, how striking his wife was. With that clear on his mind, he made progress with her lengha.