Third person’s pov
Husband. Her heard skipped a beat when she finally locked eyes with him, a floor of emotions overwhelming her. Despite the arranged circumstances, there was a strange sense of familiarity in his gaze, but comfort that she couldn’t explain.
The celebration continued, and as anushri was escorted to her new home, she couldn’t help but feel nervousness. The thought of starting new life with strangers was haunting yet a part of her was curious to uncover the man behind the gentle eyes she had seen earlier.
Upon their arrival, the traditional welcoming rituals were performed anushri eyes scanned the house the house was in the chawl like her but it was different from hers its is big, separate hall, separate kitchen, separate four rooms for each one. The toilets were also in the house her mouth was just open when a lady showed her husband's room. The room was decorated by beautiful flowers rose. study table, book shelf everything was amazing, the smell of books making her crazy and curious to read, big bed, A/c, washroom she haven’t seen anybody house like this before his room was just wow for her, it was just her dream house.
“if you’re done looking the room, come here sit in the middle of the bed” the lady said in giggling tone, anushri felt uncomfortable for a min, she sat in the middle of the bed her gaze was down like how her mm said “your head should be down, you should never rise eyes on husband” she remembered
As soon as the lady leave anushri thought “what will he do? Will he rape me? Will he force me? Will he beat me?”
The door opened her husband directly went to washroom, anushri mind was consumed by negative thought as soon he came out of the washroom he closed the door. He approached towards her, his step measured and full of purpose.
He sat on the bed for minutes, they found each other alone for the first time, the silence between them was palpable each hesitant to break the ice, finally her husband spoke, his voice gentle and reassuring breaking through her thoughts “I know this isn’t how either of us imagined our wedding day"
He added further “I can't pretend to understand all that you’ve sacrificed or the pain you’ve endured but I want you to know from this moment on your dreams, your happiness, and your freedom are just as important to me as they are to you” Anushri looked up at him surprised by the sincerity in his words. For the first time since their engagement, she allowed herself to truly see the man she is married
He wasn’t just the son of her father’s friend or the face in a torn photograph he was a person with dreams and fears of his own, willing to share a life with her.
“Take your time, I’m not in a hurry and you too not, I know this isn’t easy for both of us, but I promise to be patient and understanding, let’s take things one step at a time” he genuinely smiled and took the cushion and sheets.
“I’ll sleep on the couch, you sleep on the bed,” he said
“No! please don’t I have never slept on the bed, I’m not comfortable on the bed, you sleep on the bed I’ll be comfortable on the floor” he cuts her “floor no way, I’ll not allow you to sleep on the floor, if want you can sleep anywhere at the house I’ll not touch you but not sleep on the floor”
She looked up “No, I didn’t mean that seriously”
“I’ll sleep on the couch” they agreed
“You change your clothes it will be heavy right” he suggested she look herself really everything was so heavy for her that she seat in front of the mirror, her husband helped her while removing the clips on her hair later she changed her clothes into simple dress and they slept the respective places “Maybe this was meant to be happened I don’t know Prabhu what you have written for me but I trust you, I trust your choice you have chosen for me”
