Nirni

As one grows up,  in the Indian subcontinent,  marriages are arranged. 
This story revolves around a boy,  who was immature enough to get married,  shoved into the rat race of work and earning money and before he could realise his goals in life clearly,  he was put into an arranged marriage. 
As years go by,  he though bodily matured,  but emotionally still a boy gets involved into alcoholism,  smoking,  women,  gambling.  He took his arranged marriage as part of life's  adjustments. 
I  don't love you anymore is contradictory as he falls in love with his wife past 25 years of marriage,  whereby he realises,  friends who seemed friends actually,  were enemies in disguise.He goes for rehabilitation,  due to alcoholic tendencies but does not recover.  He does not succeed in business world and feels all these bad things that are happening to him is because of his wife.   She is the greatest bad luck in his life is what he feels. He never loved his wife,  from the first day of marriage,  took her just for sexual needs,  made her his 24*7 secretary,  beat her to pulp due to alcoholism and frustration.
But she never left his side. As years go by,  he sees his wife as the only strongest pillar of his life. So when at the age of 60, he thinks of telling her his true feelings for her,  his wife says that she has moved on in life.  Now that her children are grown up,  she is tired of his bickering and fights.  She confessed,  I don't love u anymore and goes to enrol in an old age home,  to live a life  without any pain and emotional struggle.

Even when you look at the book cover of two ducklings, here in this book, looking at opposite directions, this also has a lot of significance,  as per the storyline.  Both are in the same pail,  as in marriage,  at a young age, tied to the family, but both looking in opposite ways.  One into family bond,  taking care of in law's,  children,  daily grocery shopping,  cooking and doing all household chores.  The other has his life outward bound,  partying around,  drinks and friends, women,  gambling, earning money and travelling distant lands,  passports filled with visas of countries around the world, no strings attached to the family. 
As years fly by and things don't change in the scenario,  the wife at old age walks out of marriage, to lead a life as per her choice, at 62 years,  the man has now stabled up and looks forward to live his old age along with his wife,  but here is the cliche,  she simply walks out without looking behind to a life where she relentlessly always gave without any returns or favours asked. She walks towards an unknown voyage at old age where nobody expects anything from her and she does not expect anything from anyone, a house she would learn to call her home,  an old age home.....

This is my first attempt in weaving a story.  I would appreciate for a genuine feedback from my supporters in the form of comments,  votes and spirit stones.  
I was unwell for the past month and a half , so the speed has lessened,  but I will not fail in weaving my thoughtsand pen them down at the earliest.  Your genuine feedback will help spark my imagination.

I don't love u anymore

Dev called Ador.  She was  working on a financial arrangement  with fellow colleagues when he called.  She did not have his number,  so was surprised by his call.  Her brows knitted together and she had a scowl on her face,  when he said " Hi,  it's Dev  here.  How are you doing? Are you at work,  now ? Can we talk? " She listened every word carefully  and before answering him,  excused herself from the meeting. 


At the corridor,  she replied on a serious note" Hello,  Mr.  Dev. How are you?  Am doing fine.  Just going with the flow.  Yes,  yes,  I am at work.  If it is nothing urgent,  can you call back during lunch? "


Dev was a bit taken aback. He had never heard a 'no' or a 'talk to you later' kind of answer from anyone.  Whatever he asked for,  he got.  Bali,  ensured that,  always. This girl was getting on his nerves.  He needed to teach her a lesson.  


Dev was running at a loss in his business. He thought marrying her,  will bring in some dowry.  Since her father is a retired professor ,  may be he has saved money for his two daughters marriage.  So if he gets some amount from there,  things might smoothen out temporarily.  Moreover,  Raja had left him no face,  so he could not ask Bali,  for another hefty amount.  His office  could function with a bare minimum essentials for upcoming few months,  after that his crisis would start.His hand began to itch,  he slammed the table and smiled with a wicked grin.  Poor Ador.


 He called Ador, again during lunch.  She was prepared this time, to answer him.  She had gathered all efforts to hurt him by words,  to keep her waiting,  neglected,  the man of her so called dreams..... While discussing,  it came to a conclusion that they would meet after a week from this day of conversation and he would come to pick her up.  He also said,  not to keep Unma  at home and tag her along.  Ador was touched.  She agreed. 


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