Once upon a time... Like it always begins in fairy tales, an
adorable princess meeting her prince charming riding a white horse sweeping
princess off her feet with a promise of love of ,their happily ever after.
For Ananya it was Arjun in a white skoda,childhood friends,
highschool sweethearts. On her door as she dressed in a red attire waited for
his gorgeous prince charming to take her away in, their happily ever after.
Even less did she knew that it came with an expire date. Yes it did.
What began with cute text messages as friends,extended to late
night calls, indiscrminate support, to a helpline 24*7, to the engagement ring
he gave her on the very special day of her birthday, which was now bound to
their marriage... All of this came with an expire date.And it did begin on the
very next day of their wedding. Ananya treated like a priced gift of god once,
was now a taken for granted wife. She who was once his elixir of life, was now
Mrs. Arjun Singh. An identity that was her only individuality was lost to him.
As they say 'its all good in the beginning '. The matters with passing times
got worse,as its effect of beginners luck wore off.
For Arjun it was his wives duty to wait after him,to clean after
his mess,to be after him in everything he did. She had tried her best,doing
what was asked at the tiniest details,but than the date was nearing,the luck
,the love,the bond tested as the time passed. It was hard for ananya ,to keep
up with his whims,to lives on his desire,on his code of conduct he had crafted
for her. He became peculiar,choosy,moody and she began to fall behind on his
wishes,on his protocol for his ideal wife. And with time increased Arjun's
insensitivity to his sweetheart Ananya, and Mrs. Singh's faults highlighted
even more. Leading to petty arguments turning to fights and daily riots.
It was only during this phase did Ananya realized the weakeing
bonds,wearing out love,luck,everything,their happily ever after. And a strong
blow to her meagrely holding relationship came when one night during an
argument he put his hand on her. Embarking a red mark on her face,with force
enough to throw her feeble self in the corner of a room. That night ended
there. But other coming nights didn't.Night after night ,as he came from work
finding faults with her protocol, he would hit her. Hit her with anything that
came his way,utensils,clothing,ropes... And what not. She would fight a
fruitless battle against her love,her prince charming who had swept her off her
feet,to a happily ever after that was their own to call.
With these atrocities ended their term in paradise, the expire
date arrived 5yrs after repeated nights of unhumane 'protocol'. She had finally
gathered her strength to leave the house, Mrs. Singh had left,it had left the
night he first laid his hand on her. Only her body,her mortal self now,with her
material belonging left, Arjun to house which was just plane and bare and
ripped off of its identity. He now longed to wipe the tears off her kohl
smudged eyes.
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| SILENCE WAS NEVER THE ANSWER. |
