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  came back from Rishi.  He kept quiet.  He was asked a lot of questions but he did not answer a single one.  His eyes were bloodshot red.


Ika  and Jeev talked with Gopi and Bali,  that the first priority was marriage.   Post the ritual,  Bali could spank Dev as much as he wanted,  was what Gopi suggested , but only post marriage.  Kir was adamant on calling off the marriage,  keeping the best interests of Ador as first priority.  The other guy,  who had come as a savior was also present,  ready to marry the damsel in distress.  


Ador did not want to marry any of them.  She started hating male gender.  She went into her Dad's  arm and cried her heart out.


Kir's chest was heavy.  He too had a very hard time consoling his family and replying to a quiver of questions from relatives. 


Ita just wanted everyone to leave.  It was a hectic day for all of them, they did not have the strength to carry on. There was no news of Unma.  Ita was worried for both of her children.


There was a sudden siren coming from far which stopped in front of Roopkatha.  A group of people in white uniform had accompanied Unma  to the marriage hall.  As per her complaint,  the groom had run away from marriage.  So for harassment and humiliation charges,  the officers had come to talk with Bali. 


In the meantime,  amongst such chaos,  the so called relatives,  friends and colleagues  started eating dinner organised in the  dining hall. The caterer was ready to serve the dishes.  Such sumptuous feast,  who would like to waste.  From king size lobsters,  to hilsa in mustard sauce,  to bhetki  paturi,  to chitol  mach er muitha, to mixed vegetables as jhalfrezi,  sweet pickle, papad, ice-cream,  to fulko  luchi  and  basanti  pulao,  everyone was having,  sitting in batches,  eating and gossiping about the marriage on the rocks. 


Downstairs , in the first floor, the police talked with both parties and brought them to a conclusion of marriage of Dev  and Ador as soon as possible in the mandap  within the lagna, as it was a matter of societal justice and acknowledgement of marriage, plus they did not want the bride to be left alone without marrying the groom, when the in-laws were ready,  though the would be husband was silent and aloof,  wherein both parties were not at fault.  


Ador who was sipping oral rehydration solution  at her residence was brought soon.   The marriage registrar made both Dev and Ador sign the documents  and left.  Then amidst furious eyes of Unma , who was kept under control by Ita,  with difficulty,  Kir did the  kanyadaan. 


Thus there the fate of both was sealed for a lifetime of Ador and Dev, a whirlwind marriage,  a chaotic marriage that will be remembered for long by all.


A whirlwind marriage