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She has a beautiful soul too

The day passed by and she sat in her room completing her Homework which she asked from one of her classmates,she couldn't say friend as she had no friends in college,it was hard for her to make one.

Reyansh entered the room with some papers in his hand.He placed the papers on table and asked her to sign them"sign it"

"W-what are these?"She asked timidly.

"It's contract,we will get divorced after 6 months of marriage"Her heart sank,even he doesn't want her.

He continued"then I will marry Neha and you-when the six months get over don't show me your face ever again"He spatted and gave her the pen to sign.

She signed the papers with trembling hands.

As he left ,tears flow out of her eyes.

Noone wants her.

She was feeling overwhelmed by all these new things and those emotions.

Opening her diary she thought to put down it in pen to lighten her heart.

Dear diary,

Sudden changes in my life has made a drastic changes in me.

Why does Reyansh hate me?is it something i have done?or perhaps something I am?i search for the answers in the creases of his forehead,the way he clenched his jaw.but there's no map to navigate this emotional wilderness.

In the quiet of our room,i replay out vows-the promises of love, companionship and shared dreams.

Yet, reality mock those words.

Love should be a dance but we stumble on broken chords.

Everyone complimented my cooking but he didn't even say a word,did he not like it?

But at least someone appreciated my food was enough for me because mumma papa never appreciated my cooking skills, they would even sometimes scold or punish me for small mistakes.

But the divorce papers--each word chips away at my fragile hope.

Perhaps, it's just not him.maybe I am unwanted to myself too.

And so I write to you,dear diary.pouring my heart onto these pages, hoping they will absorb my tears.

Hope My miserable life ends soon,until then I will trace the raindrops of my eyes- waiting for the sun to pierce through the clouds.

Yours,

The unwanted girl :)

Few drops of tears fall on her diary blurring the words written.She wiped them and closed her diary.

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It's been a week of the marriage and there was no conversation between the couple.

Today she will start going back to college.

Getting dressed she looked at herself in the mirror.

She perfectly hide the nuptial chain(Mangal Sutra) but sindoor?she can't wear it to college,she is just 20 and doesn't want to expose her marriage,also when it's forced.

Pondering over it for long,she finally decided to not put sindoor.

She looked at her reflection for the last time and went to table to check all the books in her bag.

As she was about to go out, Reyansh enters the room.

"G-good morning hukum sa"She wished him,like daily but he ignores her always and she thought he will do same so she started going out but halted at her steps when he said"STOP"

She turned to him.

"Wow!what a bitch you are,not wearing nuptial chain and sindoor so noone knows you are married and you can easily seduce men"Reyansh mocked her.

Her eyes watered as he accused her.

"H-hukum sa it's n-not like that"she tried to explain herself.

"Don't say anything,your voice pains me,just get out"he said rudely.

She quickly left the room.

Sitting in the cab,she looked out of window taking deep breaths trying to calm herself.

Entering the classroom,she sat on the last bench as usual avoiding everyone.

She was somehow famous without even talking to anyone just because she was one of the top students of college and teachers also loved her.

Also the fact that she was one of the tallest and beautiful girls in the college.

This always made her ponder if she was beautiful then why was she unloved?why people compliment her but never care for her?

As she was busy admiring the outside view from window, someone sat beside her.

Feeling presence beside her she looked at the side to find Karan Malhotra,her benchmate.

He smiled at her and said"hey!where have you been for a week?"

"Attending wedding"she replied in few words.

He was the only one in the entire class she has talked to more than just nodding or humming.

"Oh!cool how did it go?did you enjoy it?"he asked curiously.

'Enjoy!

Two souls bound by chains unseen

In vows,scripted by others,i weep within'

She just hummed at his question.

The teacher entered the class and they both got busy taking notes.

In free lecture,she zones out tangled in her own thoughts.

'i dream of sunsets over distant mountains,of laughter shared with a Person who knows my soul.

I imagine love-a wildflower blooming against stone walls.

Is this too much to ask for?'

Reaching back,she freshens up and completes her work,then helps her mother in law in cooking food.

At night,she stands in the balcony, a soft smile formed on her lips as she gazed at moon.

The moon witnesses her silent battles.

In whispered confessions,she tells the stars"I am more than lineage.i am a fallen star.grant me wings or roots,but not this half life"

"There is noone who is mine"

Her heart tugs in opposite directions.

In the quiet corners of her existence-

Aradhya finds solace and rebellion through art.

The canvas becomes her confidante, absorbing her whispered secrets and unspoken dreams.

Aradhya's nimble fingers trace delicate patterns on her skin-the same henna that adorned her palms during wedding.

When the moon bathes her room in silver,she dips her quill into  ink.

Her diary becomes a sanctuary-a place where emotions spill like ink drops.

She writes of forbidden desires,of sunsets of nameless lover,of a love that transcends boundaries.the pages absorb her longing,ink merging with tears.

She paints,her brush dances across the canvas,colors bleeding into existence.

She creates landscapes where love blooms freely- a secret garden where she and her forbidden love wander hand in hand.

The strokes are bold, unapologetic.

The canvas becomes her escape,a world where societal norms fade.

Art becomes her silent revolution-a revolution painted in hues of defiance.

The canvas,the ink,the melodies--they weave her story ,one stroke at a time.

Thank you for reading 🥀