Stories

A Tale of Two Hearts

Broken heartShe stared at her reflection. Not bad ……. Actually, good!
Today she would have been the bride — but she wasn’t.
Her sister had taken that place.
How could he?
Just a few differences, some misunderstandings ………
and he forgot all that they had shared?
All the memories? All the special moments?
He had lost no time in sending marriage proposal for her sister — to get his back at her.
How could he?
But then, she too had been adamant, hadn’t she? Refusing to listen to h….. She quickly buried that disturbing inner voice.
So let him have his revenge.
But she wouldn’t allow him the pleasure of enjoying her tears.
She would deck up to the T in all her finery and enjoy her sister’s wedding!
She smiled defiantly at her pretty reflection and stepped out to join the rest of the family.
At the marriage registrar’s office, she missed a beat as she noticed him. He ignored her!!
Both the families gathered around the registrar. The registrar opened his ledger, read the details and called out, “Mr. Kumar and Ms. Jiya, please sign the …….”
She interrupted hastily, “There seems to be a mistake, Sir. The bride’s name is Riya ….my sister here.”
Riya pressed a finger on her lips and gently propelled her towards the desk.
Bewildered, she looked up at him.

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The Wait

Restless, he got up and walked to the window. It had started drizzling. The parched ground was thirstily drinking up the droplets. A cool breeze brought in the aroma of the wet soil. Throwing his head back he inhaled the earthy smell — she should have been here.

Something fell down in the room behind him, but he did not turn around. As usual, Bubbles had tumbled over something. 
“You know, you should name him Bumble and not Bubbles,” She would often laugh over it.

There — again her memory. Would she come back? Or, this time ……? She had always been there for him …….giving, understanding. But each one has a threshold. For how long would she take his insecurities, his complexes, his unreasonable traits ………?

He suddenly stopped! There! Her perfume! she was back! He heaved a slow sigh of relief —
But then, why he didn’t hear her enter? Whatever ……she was back and that’s all that mattered.

He went still! Sucked in a sharp breath …… the perfume was too strong. It indeed was her perfume, but she used just a light dab of it, never liked it strong. Then?

His shoulders slumped down. Slowly he turned around, walked away from the window, knelt down. He groped around with tentative fingers, found and picked up the perfume bottle.

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