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

Ador did not believe what happened with her.  She was in shock.   First and foremost Dev slapped her, secondly he forced her out the door and banged the door at her face.  It was an insult. 


 She stood there. Her legs had become solid as rock . Her cheeks were burning.  Her silent  yet hot tears fell unendingly.  Shel left for her room.  Ador was in a mode of denial.  Only once in  her life was Kir and Ita, angry with her when she was in high school for meddling with her elder cousin who used to bully her and Unma. For that she had taken revenge in the form of justice for both Unma and herself.  That day Kit was furious, he had spanked her and so had Ita. She did not mind, then,  because she felt that what she did with Munni  served her right. 


What had Dev asked her, a mere kiss.  But it was their first night of togetherness.  It had to be special.  It had to be romantic.  How could she let someone invade her lips when his mouth itself was stinking.. Eeks!!!! 


She was recaptulating what happened time and again.  She wanted to tell her mom,  but it was 4 am.  Her family must be tired after all . They also needed time to relax.  She looked down to her cracked Nokia.  It had died out of battery.  She sighed and put it on charge. 


Her stomach grumbled.  She was hungry.  There was no snacks stored in her room.  She drank an entire pitcher of water and sat by the corner of the decorated bed,  waiting for dawn.


When Ador woke up,  it was  almost ten in the morning.  She quickly went for a shower and wore again a saree.  This time she meticulously wore it her own self.  She was a fast learner.


She went downstairs to see that Bali had already left and it was only Going who was waiting for her,  keenly observing what Ador wanted to say. 


The domestic help had told Gopi  earlier that Ador had skipped dinner.  When Ador came with one bruised, red swollen cheek,  she got perplexed.  She called her dearly and told Ador to sit first. She offered her tea and biscuits and asked her what happened. When Ador narrated the whole story. Gopi  listened and then asked her,  what Ador wanted. 


Ador replied " I want to go home,  I want to go home now... "
