A Love Unfated - Love After Marriage
Parents wishes are something you want to fulfill. But you sometimes you're incapable to do it, sometimes you do have your own wishes which go against them, and sometimes you just don't want to. Love for parents or Love for yourself - What should one choose? Niharika in her first life, supported her parents' wishes to not fall in love. They didn't wish her to not fall in love but not to fall in love with any person of other caste. But she couldn't love anybody, not even her husband. She married according to their wishes but her life ended monotonously with death of her husband. She also had an unsuccessful marriage which lasted until her last breath, unsuccessful for the man. She never needed a marriage, let alone a successful one. She regretted not acting like a loving wife for him afterall she only acted all her life for everybody. Her husband had to live his life in pain and agony. Once capable man died with a lot of grievances and unfulfilled wishes. Niharika blamed herself. Her children suffered all because of her. A life she didn't want to repeat. This time she still listened to her parents and married a guy of their choice but she kept herself and her desire above too. All leading to a facade of marriage. But this time, she still met her unfated partner. She decided to compensate her first life's debt. But her choices led her to the love of her life. Her heart rang like a bell the moment she saw him. It was like all roads of her life ended at him. But the man was a taboo for her parents. He was a taboo for her because of her principles. Will she still be able to live her life fully or would her life come to an end just like her last life? Will she have to go through her uncoloured life again and is this still her last life? Will she meet her fated and fall in love? Or will she never be able to understand love? Will she rebel and go against her parents or will she remain obedient as always? What does future have in its chest and what surprises it contains? :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Warning: The story contains some wrongful and immoral concepts like suicide, castism etc, hence don't consider them right even if you agree with it after reading the story. It is wrong, and will remain wrong.
I am your mother!
But he didn't react this time. He just stared at the woman standing in front of him. Her face was devoid of any expression but her eyes were restless. The woman was beautiful no doubt, but the most stroking feature on her face was her eyes. He was deeply attracted to them. Others thought that her mother was cold and aloof, since not much of the emotions could be seen on her face. Most of the time her expression was calm and placid. But he didn't think so. He thought her mother was a very lively person behind that calm facade, because her eyes gives away all the thoughts and emotions she felt. They were very beautiful, so much that it was like that was the only thing he could see, just like this moment.
But at this moment it looked fake to him The emotions behind them looked artificial to him. He only had one thought, that she is a very good actress. An actress too plentiful of acting talent. Her skills and talents were going to waste if she remained a diplomat, oh no they were very much in use in this profession of hers.
His expression changed and gave her a smile so bright that club lit up with his just one smile. But the words were darkest she had heard.
"Don't block stranger's view, Sister, not everybody likes a beauty."
Her calm and placid expression fell apart. She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. No words, no sounds. She after a long time could only speak. Unbeknowest to her, a man had rushed behind her, who also heard her words.
"I am your mother, not sister."
He stopped the moment he heard those words but the teenage didn't give much thought after listening to her words. He said in reply,"Have you done anything apart from giving me birth to be called mother? But do not worry, I'll take care of you in a few years to repay your only deed as a mother. Of course in return don't call yourself my mother."
"Anuvrat!", shouted the man behind her in loud voice. The people all turned to them. "Is this how you should behave with your mother?!"
The teenage hadn't noticed him since his only attention was on the woman. He stood up and looked at the man. He could tell that man was very angry. He had never shouted at him, never shown rage in front of him but at this moment his face was cold and red. The protruding veins on side of his forehead showed his rage. Though he was afraid, he only acknowledged his father but didn't speak any apology.
"Papa."
He had no intention to take back his words. He didn't find himself in the wrong at all. The woman was wrong, her ways were wrong, her priorities were wrong, in fact her whole existence was wrong.
The woman had calmed down in these few seconds, she pressed on the back of man's hand and turned to the teenage child.
Niharika remembered that memory when she saw the current scene in front of her.