The marriage happened quickly.The moment he put sindoor in her head she became the wife of Rudra Dev Singh.
Life is pretty unpredictable isn't it
.One moment you are a father's daughter .A responsible devoted woman who knows who she is and what her days looks like and the next moment your responsibility shifts ,you become someone else's.
Completely, utterly and irrevocably .
She had thought about this once–about how strange it is that a woman's entire life can be changed through a single ritual.Her entire ife she had lived for her krishna ,her father. The temple steps that she had swept ,the diyas lot daily for her God,the same had that she had used to serve food for strangers now were held by someone else through a ritual that promised togetherness and enormous unknown responsibilities. Her life was no longer hers or her father's alone it was bound to a man that she had known for just two days through a marriage that promised eternity
Once she told her father about the decision, he gave them both his blessings and.with the help of the soldiers –a simple wedding was arranged ,the mandap was decorated with beautiful marigold flowers ,krishna was decorated too , probably more than any other day.
She had sat before the fire along with him in a simple red cotton saree.Her hair was braided like any other day ,face composed and hands folded in her lap . She had gone through all of the rituals recited by Panditji.
Rudra had sat beside her in his armor like a true soldier.She had peeked at him several times unconsciously ,maybe asking his support in her mind or just looking at her future sitting beside her .
Just like that the pheras had ended.Each step around the fire rewriting their story making them tied through the bond promising eternity .
Then Panditji had placed a small container in his hand .Rudra had looked at it for a moment not with hesitation but with quiet acceptance.
He picked it up with a gentleness unlike him .He parted her hair , taking his time and the moment came and he put the sindoor in her hair.
It had been a ritual for her . She had seen it happen numerous times in the wedding of the villagers ,so naturally she had bent to take his blessings to complete the sindoor ceremony.She touched his feet reverently,it was so sudden that he did not react at first yet he had picked her up with her shoulders as soon as he could.
Then did the most unexpected things ever ,he kneeled ,then picked one of her feet up .She gasped in surprise .Grabbed his soldiers instinctively to maintain her balance ,fingers clutching the fabric of his armor .Unable to do a thing except stand there while this man–a warlord pressed her feet to his forehead head and repeated the same with the other.
Then he stood as if nothing has happened .His soldiers stared in shock.
The older one looked at the younger one. The younger one looked back. Neither had words. One of them opened his mouth. Closed it. Looked at the floor instead.
She stood holding her breath with her fingers still on his shoulders and her heart doing something she had absolutely no
words for.
“Yeh…aa-ap…kyu?” She was left speechless by his actions .
“Aap hamari patni hai.Agar aap hamara paav chuu sakti hai toh ham kyu nahi? ” He didn't not elaborate,did not explain but he didn't need to either .His actions were enough .
Panditji just looked at Krishna and smiled
if he and Krishna knew something that the rest of the room was not privy to.
Then the time came for their departure.
She had not brought much.
There was not much to bring. A few clothes folded carefully. The small brass Banke Bihari Panditji had pressed into her hands that morning ,wrapped in a piece of cloth. A shawl.
That was all.
That was everything.
Twenty years in a small bundle that she carried against her chest as she stood at the temple entrance and looked at it one last time.
Her chin trembled as she looked at the man that had carried her through joy and sorrow,vim and vigor .
She bent to take his blessings,his hand came to her head immediately.
The hand that had fed her ,braided her hair when she was small and given her books , wisdom and eternal love and care.
“Sada suhagan raho beti”he said softly.
“Sada khush raho.Krishna hamesa tumhare sath rahenge aur agar kabhi baba ki jarurat pade toh bas apne yaad karlena tumhare baba hamesa tumhare saath hai.”
His chin trembled yet he stood strong and steady like he always did .
Then he look at Rudra and folded his hands and unknowingly a tears slipped while he continued
“Meri beti ka hamesa sath Dena senapati ji” .
He had just nodded to it not saying anything with words . And then they had left.She had decided to not look back .
She knew herself enough to know that if she looked back she wouldn't be able to leave .So she had walked,counted her steps ,one foot and then the other.
Rudra fell into step beside her
The forest received her. The trees closinyin gradually, temple sounds fading,marking the start of a new life for both of them.
A tear escaped yet down her cheeks get she did not wipe it.Her one hand was holding her bag , the other held by him.
She did not remember reaching for it.Maybe At some point,he had noticed her distress and reached for her to offer his support.
The forest path stretched ahead– long and dark and completely unknown .No map or certainity yet through it all she felt grounded because he had held her when she needed it the most. There was not promise of safety or a home but with him beside her she felt safe .
Kal mera Ai examination hai merko kyu lag raha bohot ganda jayega.
Matlab nahi padha mein abhi start kar rahi aadha chapter toh kabhi pehle padha bhi nahi iska matlab yeh nahi hai ki exam bura jaaye .
.Yeh kaise ho sakta hai naaaa .kuch bhi ywaaar mein pagal hoon aisa waisa sochti rehti hoon
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