Five Weeks by Shruti Omar (ebook reader that looks like a book .TXT) 📗

A dresser was placed parallel to the bed and it opened up a small alley that led to the bathroom and walk in closet. The opposite side wall had an oblong window opened up and allowing fresh air to permeate. Anahita pushed away her sandals and perched on the bed, tired. She turned to the noise in the closet and Gitika came out, smiling at her. “I have already put your luggage in the closet, so you can get fresh and if you need anything, call me.”

“Sure!!”

Gitika sashayed out, shutting the door behind her. Anahita cracked her neck and stretched her knotty limbs to shaken out the lethargy but she was really out of energy. She fell on her back and stared at the mosaic pictures above headboard. So much happened in a day for her to register; she ran from her home, her relatives proved her characterless, her parents abandoned her, she got married to a jerk and she was all alone. Her eyes drifted to the chandelier pointlessly and she began to count bulbs.

Suddenly, Mukund popped up before her eyes and she sat up straight, wincing at the sudden movement. She padded to the closet and rifled through her suitcase, retrieving her handbag. She fished out her phone and switched it on. Her eyes widened noticing hundred (literal) missed calls from Mukund. She quickly dialed his number, biting on her cuticle and paced a line.

“Hello!”

“What the fuck, Mukund! Hundred calls!! Have you gone nuts?” She yelled, without greeting and hissed at him, “I had switched it off so couldn’t you wait for a while.”

“I am sorry, Anu. I forgot that you were busy in rituals. Anyway, I called to know if everything went smooth…or?” She puffed out a breath, sitting cross-legged and toyed with her bangles. “Yea, It is just dad hates me and mom doesn’t want to see my face but other than that, everything was smooth.”

There was silence on the other side before Mukund hushed, “I...I am sorry, Anu.”

“I lost everything,” she continued, ignoring his halfhearted apology. “My parents, my dignity and my home – everything is gone. You are the only person I have now. Please don’t leave me alone, Mukund.” She made a futile attempt to not sound vulnerable, needy.

“Don't cry, baby. I am not going to break your trust. I will never leave you alone. Just have patience. It's just the matter of five weeks.”

Yeah, just five weeks! Wait, what?

And her ears perked up. Her eyebrows collided together and she braced herself. Mukund was definitely going to throw a bomb on her.

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Hey, 

I know, I know I am late and I don't have enough apologies to offer but this will be the last 'late update' from my side. okay! I will try to update more regularly. Enjoy!! Oh, there are a few things which I want to mention -

Vehini means (Sister in law)

Mundavalya is a piece of jewelry worn on forehead in Maharastrian weddings. 

Mangalsutra is a holy chain of black and golden beads that signifies the bond of seven births.

Saptapadi is a ritual in which the couple takes seven rounds of the holy fire (again for the seven births) LOL.

Antrapat is a plain clothe that is held between the groom and bride before marriage and is only removed when the garlands are exchanged. 

Hope this was insightful! Have queries? Wanna chat? I am here. :) 

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