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I don't love u anymore

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.

Nirni · Realistic
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55 Chs

House On fire

They entered a discotheque. Outside there were bouncers. Huge body builders. But since it was new year's eve and the crowd was big, be it on road or entrance of the disco, Ador felt shy. Though she liked what Dev gifted her, but people were looking at her. She felt a bit..... different. Dev had eyes only for her but she was looking around, just to mask her timid self.

When they entered the discotheque, Ador helped herself on a high stool at the bar end and was having mocktail. Dev was in a gay mood. He asked for vodka. His usual self immersed in alcohol. Nothing new for Ador. She thought once she gets back home, she will tell her mom about him, her feelings for him and the like.

The party started. There was loud music. Many couple, be it foreigners with blonde hair, local Thai couples, and a mixed group of south Asian tourists were enjoying, screaming and shouting amongst the loud music and dancing the night out.

At midnight, when the clock struck 12.01 am, Dev wished Ador happy birthday. Ador laughed and said, "Silly.....Its happy new year"

Ador was all giggles, seeing her dumb man acting all manly and asking her for a dance.

Both danced. Ador used to learn Kathak till class eight and left. Still she had some moves and graces. But Devin was a very bad dancer. Due to his stomping of feet not in sync with the music and he trying to show his flying kicks and all to impress Ador, the dance floor became empty. Ador felt embarrassed. She told, " it's enough, let's sit over there " and pointed to a cosy corner. Dev agreed. They sat on a secluded area, far from the dance floor. Once Dev left the dance floor, young teenagers and couples whisked back in. Ador really appreciated the Thai people for understanding Dev. She smiled.

A local guy, with red hair, looking weirdo was walking towards Dev and Ador. He asked Ador for a dance. She looked at Dev, to realise, that he passed out after the strenuous dance.

Ador smiled at the red head and asked him, his name. "I am Tim" he said. Then he waltzed her to the dance floor. He said he never had an opportunity to dance with an Indian and since she had great moves that flowed with the rhythm and tempo of the music, he wanted to be her partner. Ador smiled. She felt elated that someone praised her. Instead she relaxed in his arms and danced like a free bird. Everyone clapped when they finished dancing. Ador was trying to keep her heart in control. She never thought she could dance that well, smooth as a swan. Tim thanked her, took a few selfies with her as a memento. When she went back to Dev, another guy came up to her and said, " Babe, you put the house on fire"

Ador blushed.