AN: I am on a roll apparently. This is a SS (Short Story). Enjoy!
Bonds
Prologue
Tejo Kaur Sandhu was a simple girl.
She had never really bothered much with the rules and regulations of society. With a goal of attaining her doctorate degree and teaching the newer generation in her mind; she had simply lived to make them true. Graduating much earlier than her age, she had attained commendable academic and professional success; serving as a lecturer in a government college.
Her married life, on the other hand, was another matter. Her family had been obsessed with their dreams of settling in Canada. Luckily for them, they had managed to snag a man with a settled job in Canada named Jass Walia for her. They had been married as soon as possible and despite her apprehensions, she had ultimately given in. However, things took a turn when they turned out to be frauds and escaped with the dowry, only to meet an untimely end in a dangerous accident that very night.
Their wealth was recovered and reputation somewhat settled but on her very wedding day; Tejo became a victim of a faux marriage and also a pseudo widowhood, despite never being married in reality. She stayed a Sandhu and lived her life; never giving much thought to marriage again. The best part about this incident was that her family stopped pressurizing her too.
Instead, their focus fell on her younger sisterJasmine. Her Jasso had always been a flighty girl, with her head in the clouds. She herself wanted to settle in Canada and for the second time, the family began to search for suitable boys.
It was then that Fateh Singh Virk came into their life.
Tejo remembered the day she first met him. He had ended up insulting her and she had thrown a glass of milkshake on his head. Later, however, both had been united for their love for Jasmine. And love it was, a type she had never seen before. Fateh had worshipped her sister, lived just to see her smile. He wanted to give her the world and went against his family to get a job in Canada and settle abroad for her. Their family agreed and all was well. Fateh and Jasmine got married in a huge ceremony.
Tejo had just felt relief and satisfaction spread in when the news came. Jasmine had eloped from the Virk Mansion, the night of her marriage.
Even the mention of that night brought the scalding fear and anger bloom up in her. Their parents had become sick with worry and the Virks were furious. Fateh had gone nearly mad and, in a frenzy, had begun to search for her everywhere.
And then, in the dead of the night; Jasmine had contacted her, to reveal the truth. Fateh despite his promises had lost his job and hid it from Jasso. The moment she found out, she had decided to elope and had run away with a boy from Canada who had loved her a lot. She was with Gippy, safely hidden and all she needed was Fateh’s signature in the annulment papers for her to marry Gippy and leave India. It was her last request to Tejo.
Tejo had always loved her sister a lot. There were very few things that she would not do for her. And betraying Fateh came close. Buther sisterly love won and she ended up going to Fateh.
His state was miserable.
He was holed up in a hotel room; alone and devoid of any light in his life. Unable to bear the sight of his home and his family, he had isolated himself; as if exerting punishment on himself to pay for his love that had shredded his life and his self-respect. He had been like a wounded animal, heavily drunk and in a haze of pain when Tejo met him.
He had looked at her with wide pained eyes that begged her to comfort him. Staggering, he had slurred all his words as he begged her to get Jasmine back. It had grated her to see him like that and for a moment she had hated Jasso for what she had done. But then, a decision had settled in her. It was best to get a clean break.
Hating herself for her actions, she had wrapped her arms around him and slowly calmed him down. He had a temperature and was getting into the soft haven of delirium when she had softly urged him to sign those papers. He had laid his head on her chest as she comforted him and trusting her; he had signed them.
He had looked at her guilelessly and begged her to stay by him. That entire night, she had taken care of him, placing a wet cloth on his forehead to lower his temperature. By the time dawn broke in, he had slept and Tejo had slunk out of the hotel, her head and face covered; a sure sign of guilt.
It had been three years since that day.
And today, once again, she was at his doorstep, waiting to meet Fateh Singh Virk; a man she had betrayed in his weakest moments.
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