The marital conditions - Part 1

It was Sunday afternoon. It wasn't usual weekend afternoon for Tia. Mostly her Sunday afternoon would be spent on the bed with her best friend - laptop. But today was different. Her sister Mikha and brother in law Manav agreed to meet her boyfriend Suhail after long argue-discussion session. She was excited as well as nervous. She hoped that everything would go smoothly as planned. 

"Where is Suhail?", she wondered. He was supposed to be here now. She looked at the time and then at her brother in law. Suhail always did this. He never made it on time during all the occasions. After two long hours and Mikha's never ending cribbing, he arrived. Tia sighed. 

Tia peeped outside to confirm whether it was him. She was relieved that he had at least made sure to look good and arrive in his friend's royal black Mercedes. She wanted him to convince her sister and brother in law as a man who will take care of all her needs. She believed that at least his physical appearance would 50% convince them. It was easy to convince her sister but not her brother in law.

She was first to reach to the main door to welcome him. She quickly hugged him before they arrived. They took him into their sitting area. There was pin drop silence for few minutes except for the eye contact between Tia and Suhail. 

Then Manav spoke. His voice was firm and serious. "I reckon that you must have been stuck in traffic.", Manav said. It seemed like question rather than statement. He loved to use the old english words even though he had limited knowledge of them. He felt that it showed his class and status. 

"Yes! The traffic is terrible nowadays.", Suhail said nervously. Suhail was aware of Manav's hatred towards him. He knew that Manav always wanted a classy husband for his sister in law. According to Manav, Suhail didn't match anywhere. "How am I convince him?", Suhail said.

(To be continued)

A second chance ? - Part 6

I still carried my past. I couldn't accept anything. His family or him. Every time I tried, I failed. Love never happened to me because I was never out of love with my past. I always compared my past with my present. Maybe I was never in present. I longed for my past.

My husband loved me. He did everything possible only to get my attention and love. But I couldn't change. Love just didn't happen. My heart was still beating for that boy who broke my heart. Why? Why couldn't I simply move on?  Why did I long for that boy to come back?  

After two and half years, my husband stopped trying. He still loved me. But he was disappointed. I couldn't give him anything. The only thing I gave him was pain. He had waited so long for me to change.  His patience wore out but his hope never died. He still hoped that I would give him one more chance to show me love.

I was cold. I had no love to give except for my first love. Whatever my husband did, I couldn't express my gratitude for it. I never felt happy with whatever he did for me. My complaints turned into nagging with every passing day. We were strangers who fought during time when we were together instead of making love. 

When he learnt about my past, he was mad. He would blame me sometimes about me ruining his life. I don't feel guilty. I feel sorry for him. I hurt him even though it wasn't his mistake. Strange! When love was waiting at my doorstep, I wasn't ready. 

They say second chances come once in blue moon. I was indeed fortunate to get one. But I was naive to not to believe in it.  Here I am , still unsure whether to take it or leave it. I want to go back to clean the mess I had done and accept my husband. But it is too late and I haven't confronted my insecurities yet. The bell rings. It is my husband, I know. The same drama would start again. I know I have to change and I need to begin somewhere to initiate this change. When is the question. I open the door and look at his brown eyes. I hesitate to begin my move. After few long minutes, I hug him and say, " I am sorry. Give me a second chance. Let's start again.

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