My mind is far away, although my feet are sure of a familiar route, the Grewal house. In less time, I've been familiar with this house.
I was a guest here. I'm still walking in like a guest. Unbelievably, I got married in this house.
I see my dad, standing with the troop of the men of this house. My dad smiles looking in my direction. I quicken my steps wearing a full smile. My dad embraces me, " How's my princess?" Dad asks with a smile. I couldn't ignore his worried look.
"Perfect!" I gleefully say to him as I hug him back.
"How was the cooking ceremony? What did you cook? " Ruu asks me with a smile.
" Kheer. I found the recipe on Google. '' I laugh, pushing the tension away.
" Does it taste bad? " Ruu asks as he takes me in a hug, plucking from dad's arms.
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It has been three months. I didn't dare to step out of this property. It's London. I've built dreams to be in this country with someone else. My mother in law is a kind-hearted lady. She loves me, that makes life easy and happy. My father in law, his eyes remind me of my husband. We played carrom every night after the meal. In the beginning, I lost a lot of games. Now I'm getting a master of it. Last night, I won the game but my father in law was still smiling. He said with a smile that finally, I learnt to play it. I miss my husband. Sometimes, I cry at night when feelings become unbearable. Karan, he never let me miss my brother, Ruu. My friends stopped calling when I stopped to answer them. They didn't visit nor did I. But they sent me messages daily. I'm still upset with them. I'm still upset with my husband. I avoided carrying my phone with me. I can't show in front of mom and dad that I'm upset with their son and we don't talk. W
I'm feeling stuck in the dark. I dart my eyes around, in the hope to see a ray of light, " Arnav, " I try to speak his name. Then I see a figure walking toward me " Arnav, " My voice is so weak to my ears. I smile as he keeps striding toward me. My body begins to tremble in fear when I see his face. I stagger back at the realization. He's not Arnav, " Suhana, " He says in his lustful, crude voice. I wake up with a squeal. Two strong hands hold me by my shoulders. I scream again and push him away. " Sister in law, it's me, Karan." " Don't touch me! Don't touch me! " I shriek, pushing him away. Hot tears wheel down my cheeks. " Look at me, it's Karna. " He says again. I'm barely breathing. My arms are already in pain. I couldn't figh
The silence seems to echo through the room. I'm staring at my phone. Indeed, I'm stopping myself from going near it. I'm fearing, I'll end up calling my friends or my husband. That's not a good idea. These guilt feelings are going to torment me. I'm already ruining that I raised my hand on Sun. She wouldn't have thought that the second boy would say that to me. Geez! She didn't even know that. But that's not a concern. I'm praying for one thing. That I don't want him to find out about me. Dread boils up in my stomach, I don't wanna put myself in this kind of situation ever. These walls mark me safe. It affects my in-law that I'm a prisoner in my own room. I'm used to it, Thanks to my mother. I don't want God to give such a horrible mother to anyone on this earth. Strange! She has kept this horrible side of her only for me. I don't wanna imply anything about. I just don't wanna see her face ever. I inhale deeply for
I wake up when someone coos my name. I peel off my eyes, " Mom, " I draw myself up. Startled! " Good morning, we have a ceremony to attend. Get ready, Suhana. " She put a red plain lehenga with heavy golden embroidery on its hem and sheer dupatta also with heavy embroidery on the mattress. It's a beautiful dress. Don't forget I'm still newlywed. Though my husband is on the ship. I smile. " What ceremony, mom? " I ask in my sleepy tone. " Harleen is getting engaged." She caresses my cheek and leaves the room, " I'm waiting on the dining table. " She says while leaving. I don't know. Is her wedding real Or not? Or she's doing all this to make him jealous. I don't care. I'm certain, my husband is not going anywhere until he knows the dark truth of my life. " Okay, mom. '' I push myself on my
' He has seen me. He has seen me.' It is repeating in my mind. He had ruined my happy life. Where would I go? I keep staring at the ticket. I'm not going back into that hell. I've no friends. My husband knows about my ex. Mom, she didn't try to hear me once. I fish out the phone from my clutch and dial my husband's number. He needs to make her understand. I can't leave my cocoon shell. He has seen me. He'll do anything to make my life hell. I've no one. Where would I go? Tears are already rolling down my cheeks. I'm not care about brushing them away. My chest rises and falls with every breath that leaves my body. I can feel my heart racing when my mind is blocked. I keep looking at my husband's photo. I don't wanna go through a panic attack when I need to be strong. I can't go back to my mother's home. It'll be better if I end up in the street. 
I stare at the platinum band. I bought it for her from my salary. I signed off after completing three months. You can do anything when you're the owner of the company. It's a surprise for her. She won't say it ever. I can see it clearly in her eyes. Feelings are mutual, I want her to forget her past and start the journey of her life with me happily. " Brother, welcome back! " Karan runs at me and puts his arms around my neck tightly. It's the time when he actually behaves like a kid. He's looking sad instead of happy. " You're late, " I strongly dab him on his back. " Sorry, you know, mom. " He pulls his head back and looks at me, " I missed you. " " Miss.... you.... too kiddo!" I smirk. Squaring my shoulders, I throw my bag at him. He catches
I run my hand through my hair in exasperation. I couldn't find her anywhere. If she hasn't boarded the plane. Where could she be? I've tried her number again and again. It's still switched off. I haven't felt empty before. My phone rings. Immediately I answered, " Dad, is she home? " My chest is heaving with fury. My jaw tensed, my teeth grind in the attempt to control my anger as I wait for him to reply. " I'm sending you an address. She must be there. Or they could know. Where's she? " Dad says. I don't have time to ask for the details. I'll ask about it later. First, I want her close to me. Disconnecting the call, I click on the text. I rush to the car out of the airport. " Is she home? " Karan asks. '' I don't know. Dad has sent an ad
I stare at the socks down on my feet. I tap my feet nervously on the floor. It's making a soft sound. I'm not feeling that monster's touch on me anymore. There's another problem. Whenever I see my bare feet, last night flashes before my eyes. That wasn't my intention. I'm feeling strange in a good way after consummating our wedding. I glance at myself in the mirror, where my skater skirt ends on my thighs and my black socks reach them. I shake my head and remove them. I grab high knee shoes. My black top is full sleeves and clings to my body. I put my hair down to hide my curves. It's at least helping. I was planning not to see my husband today. When I woke up he was already draped into a dark suit. It's matching with his hair, giving him a dapper look. He's in his office. Girls must be gawking at him. I thin my lips and grab my purse. I need to distract myself from our last night now.&nb