(Narrator's POV)
"It's our first anniversary and I want you take a day off"
"Day off?"
"Hmm"She nodded, her eyes were dark brown, long black eyelashes, short wavy hair were encouraging her brown beauty.She was wearing a pink salwar, glued with small gold circles.
"I will try,"Nelimarla said, tying his shoelashes.
"You will? Why? Can't your boss give you a leave from your work?"her honey voice trembled as she thought about him not getting a day leave."If he don't give you leave for–"
"Shhh"His rough, cutted palms touched her soft wet lips sending a electric wave through his spine.
Before he can remove, she placed her small and soft hands on his palm which was still covering her mouth.
She nodded in his presence, her lips curling into smile ignoring his rough palm.
Insteadly his tongue remembered her skin taste, his face changed into strawberry.
After some seconds of silence, he leaned closed to taste her forehead as he placed a peck on her forehead which made her lips curled even more, her eyes were dancing like Shiva's avatar Nataraj.
"Your health is not good.Hmm?"He cupped her face with both hand."I don't want you to take stress on little things.Hmm?"His voice gentle and caring, giving sweets to her ear.
He rubbed her cheeks.
"I will make sure to take a day off on our first wedding anniversary and ..."
"and?"She tilted her head.
He chuckled in her her little presence.
"And we will spend a happy day.You and me"
"Hmm"She nodded weakly under his presence and then looked at him with a hope.
"I want a gift"She declared.
He smiled, his lips touching his eyes, a beautiful smile.
"Hmm! Ask"
"I want to meet my papa and mama"
"Papa and mama?"
"Yes"She hugged him.Her hand lowely hanging behind his back."I missed them, sis,bhaiya,dada, choti ma, chote bhaiya, badi didi.Everyone, I miss all of them."
"If only for this time they accept me?My inner will be satisfied"She said as she leaned on his chest, near his heart.
The man who was 21 year old looked at his little wife hugging him.He patted her back slowly, as drop of water started to fall as form of tear.
She was thrown out of her family.
For silly reasons.
India is place were a girl can be sent to orphanage as soon as she born.Because some orthodox family don't want girl as first child or even don't want any girl as their child.
India is place were history is converted into fiction and religious.
India is place were small magician is considered as God's sender.
Here some orthodox family who are manipulated by wrong ideals, wrong people consider our history as fiction and fiction as history.Even if their prove are on earth.
The proof of the deadliest war of India Mahabharat, proof of the gentleman who is known as Lord Rama, proof that there was once lord Krishna's city Dwarka.
But we believe what we hear not in what we see.Just like there's a old superstition called manglik dosh.
In indian astrology there's a position of planets and people born in that is known as Manglik.
People say that a person who is manglik, there love life don't go as they except or worse.A simple belief.
But orthodox indian who can't just let go of past, used to protect us from Muslim dynasty and british rule.
Yes, some superstition or rule are made to just protect us.One rule was to burn a widow with her husband.It was found in time muslim dynasty to prevent woman from getting raped or sexually bully from higher muslims.
In royal family it was called Johar and in lower family it was satipratha.
Now we don't need it right but until 2000s in some villages it was still followed and now it's stopped.
Just like that her family was also orthodox, she was a manglik and there's a belief that to make a woman's married life good, if she is manglik then she have to marry a dog first.Yes a dog.
And just like that as soon as she was turned 18 her family made her marry a dog and then started to find a spouse for her.
Everyone who came rejected her as she married a dog.
That was the time she was thrown out of her family by grandma.
The boy, who was her neighbour and 1 month bigger than her, found her and married her.
"You want to meet them.Hmm?"He kissed her head and pulled her out of his embrace.
"Hmm"She agreed.
He cupped her face.
"We will go to meet them.Okay?"
She nodded weakly and then looked at him with her teary eyes.
"But what if–?"
"Shh"His thumb rubbed her wet soft cheeks.He pecked her under eyes.
"Your health isn't good.So, don't take stress on little things.Hmm?"With a gentle caress, he wiped away her sorrow."Leave everything on me.No debate.Okay?"
His lips tasted her skin for last time as he kissed her on cheeks, turning her into a tomato.
"Sneha!!"He called her, his voice gentle and caring."I love you, and I will complete your every wish.So, just be happy.Okay?"
"Okay"
"Hello you!! Hey mister"
"I am calling you"
Professor gaze landed on him, and he asked.
"Are you new here?"
"Me??"He pointed to himself, his eyes wide with surprise.
"Yes you"The professor rolled his throat hard, annoyed because him.
He felt flutter anxiety, his thoughts still consumed by memories of her.
"I am sorry, I just came to chat with someone.Now class is starting I think I should Leave."His perfect smile appeared, touching his eyes.
He walked to door and for the last time he apologized."Sorry for taking your time, but where I can find Mr.Kal Krishna Raj?"
The classroom fall into a silence.
To be continued