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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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Temples and more

Ador did not sleep well that night. She was thinking of her wretched married life. A drunkard husband who cites of his baseless achievements to any Tom, Dick and Harry to get recognition among mankind. Whereas, she , a hard working, sales professional gets unnoticed at Durgabari. As if working women post marriage are a taboo, in Indian society.

Moreover, Dev considers her and her mindset as a typical behenji. His eyes roam about looking for chic girls..... like the ones who go nude at any moment one turns horny and wants sex, ready for any type of experimental postures, just to satisfy the lustful eyes and male hardness. This type of life, she did not want. She was thinking of talking to her parents for a change at professional front, so that she also gets a boost of self confidence.

Around eight in the morning there was a knock at the door. A lady came to say, it was time to leave the room. We asked for a toto, for transportation back to hotel, after paying the dues.

Once back to their hotel, Ador dressed up for the day's tour. She did not want to miss any possible opportunity to explore Phuket. Dev had a hangover, he stayed back at the hotel room after taking a pill for headache after the buffet breakfast at ten.

This time Ador travelled with her group of tourists, and guide to Buddhist temples, cashew nut factories, city tour and little street side shopping. She bought a sarong for Unmad, some mementos for her in law's and Kir and Ita. This time her travel was peaceful and she enjoyed it to the fullest. She liked Wat Chalong more than Chalong Big Buddha. She feasted on on a giant crab too.

She bought a woolen cap for Dev, thinking he would look more dapper in it. Evening there was a cabaret show, she knew Dev would go to it without doubt and come back to the hotel room, and he being drunk would try to be intimate with her. How she hated his alcoholic breath. She dreaded her days here, when Dev went out of control. She wanted to go back to India, to security. She wanted to enjoy her honeymoon thinking of giving Dev a chance e to be better,. But alas. He and his Gambo... they made her dreams go down the drain. Such perverts.

She thought of the serenity of the temple she visited and chanted slowly. " Buddham Saranam Gacchami, Dharmam Saranam Gacchami, Sangam Saranam Gacchami. "