Sitting in front of this big mirror staring at my own reflection.
I can't believe it's me.the beautiful girl in front of me, can't be me.she was someone else.

I stared hard so I can believe on what my reflection was telling me but I don't know why my eyes were not believing the mirror while it was screaming all good.

"I really dreamed for this day..every girl does"I murmured to myself but preet was an intruder and she invade the personal space I had and i dare to say with a smile

"Why not? When you are going to marry that Prince of yours"she said and chuckled
And that chuckled followed by some more girls

My cheeks turned rosy and my eyelashes huged my cheeks.
I down my face a little while blushing hard.

I wish my mother was alive, at least she can admire me truthfully wearing this beautiful lahanga and her all beautiful ornaments.

Red.Red was making me look more alive then ever.The colour indian women wears as a fortune.

I'm wearing it today, and finally a new chapter of my life was going to start.I was flying high with the wings of dreams in the sky of hopes.I was feeling very light.
However everything was heavy unlike the marriage of this country but my father wanted me to be married in Indian style with all the rituals and customs.

The room was full of giggling and laughing girls.Admiring me on certain time intervals for my beauty, infact they were trying to tease me but someone notify them about the arriving of groom,and they left me alone with the storm of my thoughts.Unreliable Girls.
I watched them going out patiently and when the last girl was out of the room.

A toothy grin make it's way to my red painted lips.

And the whole train of my thoughts switched the track from sati savitri to the real me.

I got up quickly and marched towards the door and shut it with a loud thump.
I turned and leaned my back on it and closed my eyes for a minute, just to calm myself down.

No way.

Yes,I am never going to marry that stupid NRI.

"For God Sake,

Who marries an NRI, just for business now a days."I said to myself walking towards the closet

But stopped in front of the mirror and looked straight into my own eyes and smile I really look beautiful, I should say.

"Well actually it's world spread Business and it's make millions a week."I said to myself,looking into the mirror and putting my left hand on my waist which was really bearing lots of torture. After all It's not easy to wear tons of jewellery when you are not interested in the damn marriage.

I took a deep breathe..and said to myself "abhi ya to kabhi nhi"(now or never)
I can't marry a man I don't Love and I won't.
I pulled my hidden backpack from my closet..
Peeked out of the window.

The baraat was finally here..I can clearly see him from the window and his happy face but that smile can be wiped out permanently if I'll marry him.What if I can never be his wife with my whole heart, we will both be in deep sorrow.I closed my eyes once again after all it was a big decision.

I took out burkha from my closet and put on over my heavy dress and jewellery and peeked out from my room.I was feeling like a thief exactly.

I took my bag and left the room with the name of god.

It was too crowded so no one is going to notice me and I can skip from here easily.

I looked around everyone was so happy, I was feeling a bit guilty for ruining their happiness but I can't spoil my whole life just because of their some moment's happiness.

I was about to cross the threshold and I here laughing her.

She was their with all her grace and perfection.
She was not cruella but she was nor my mother either.

I can see the glow on her face and joy in her eyes but I'm sorry I can't sacrifice my whole life for just your business.

A tear rolled down to my cheek.only if my mother was alive I didn't have to run away from my own house.

I turned around and cross the line of that agreement with I was never agree.

I'm spoiling their royal wedding and grand joy for the happiness of my life.

I can see the grace of that house I just left..it was calling me to save the splendor but if turned then my whole life is going to be turned.

I bid the farewell to everyone. .
To my house..
To my mum..
To her business. .
To that graceful life..

I waved at the last person I ever want to meet again.

My husband,Who will never be my husband.

Ohh wow he waved back..only if he knew to who he was waving

Good bye Going to be my husband.
I'm no longer available.

Bid a farewell to your Wedding.

____________________________________

So this was the first chapter of
The Indian Bride ..
I hope you will find it interesting

-VivektaVinita