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Strangers Under One Roof
Every young girl dreams of the day her knight in shining armour would sweep her off her feet and warm her soft fragile heart, so that she never lacks love in any form and in the end wish for both of them to live happily ever after. Yes, that's right, a wishful end that would never really come true, atleast not for me.
I did, however found my knight or so, I thought. But this knight still desires to live in the world with his late wife, his one and only true love. So blinded is his love for her that despite his lover being dead for 5 years, every fiber of his being yearns for her. What am I then? Who am I to him? Where do I even fit in his life? Nobody asked this question nor did I before tying the knot with him. All I thought was how lucky I was to be marrying such a gorgeous man and kept thinking of the promise to love him all the days of my life.
It's been a year and a half for our marriage and we still live like strangers. We haven't consummated our marriage and when I do try and talk to him, each reply is only in a monotonous voice. I know I should be giving up on thinking there's ever going to be something between us but I held on to hope, a futile attempt to begin with and it only made things worse.
I got so furious and frustrated one day that I told him that this would not work for me and that I would let village folk know, he was suffering from mental issues which in turn could earn him a 'psycho' tag from all. This got him all riled up and we had a huge fight. I told him that I am his wife now and that I do everything for him that's asked/needed of me. The only thing I want now is to truly be his wife and he hasn't been fair to me in this aspect.
The next day, however he was cool about it and said that I was right and wanted to make up for it. For a few days, he did just that. Bringing me flowers and chocolates and even watched a movie together. Then it finally happened, on a weekend after a beautiful date night. He took me to restaurant where he told me that it was his late wife's favourite place which I tried to ignore and not to be bothered about. The evening went smooth and when we did reach home, we consummated our marriage that night.
When the next day arrived, he changed his colours for good. He told me that he didn't want anything to do with me and that it was a mistake marrying me. He shifted to another room altogether along with his late wife's photographs hanging on the wall of his room when I did happen to glance in, I could see those pictures mocking me. 'What about the previous night?' I asked him with tears swelling up my eyes. 'That was the result of your blackmail.' He said it with contempt laced around those words.
I thought I could live in this lifeless marriage, in a shattered bliss waiting for my days to be numbered to forever numb the pain but I guess, I was wrong. After loading my final suitcase in the taxi's trunk, I glance at the house one last time, remeniscing of the day I first made my way into this house all dressed up as his wife, only to be leaving the house now as a divorcée. He'll get my letter and the signed divorced papers kept on the dining table, I think to myself and no sooner as I did that his car pulled up at the front porch. We stared blankly at each other for a moment and with a deep sigh, I made my way into the taxi and as it pulled onto the street, I never once glanced back and let myself silently cry throughout the ride.
© Shania(shazeel)
I did, however found my knight or so, I thought. But this knight still desires to live in the world with his late wife, his one and only true love. So blinded is his love for her that despite his lover being dead for 5 years, every fiber of his being yearns for her. What am I then? Who am I to him? Where do I even fit in his life? Nobody asked this question nor did I before tying the knot with him. All I thought was how lucky I was to be marrying such a gorgeous man and kept thinking of the promise to love him all the days of my life.
It's been a year and a half for our marriage and we still live like strangers. We haven't consummated our marriage and when I do try and talk to him, each reply is only in a monotonous voice. I know I should be giving up on thinking there's ever going to be something between us but I held on to hope, a futile attempt to begin with and it only made things worse.
I got so furious and frustrated one day that I told him that this would not work for me and that I would let village folk know, he was suffering from mental issues which in turn could earn him a 'psycho' tag from all. This got him all riled up and we had a huge fight. I told him that I am his wife now and that I do everything for him that's asked/needed of me. The only thing I want now is to truly be his wife and he hasn't been fair to me in this aspect.
The next day, however he was cool about it and said that I was right and wanted to make up for it. For a few days, he did just that. Bringing me flowers and chocolates and even watched a movie together. Then it finally happened, on a weekend after a beautiful date night. He took me to restaurant where he told me that it was his late wife's favourite place which I tried to ignore and not to be bothered about. The evening went smooth and when we did reach home, we consummated our marriage that night.
When the next day arrived, he changed his colours for good. He told me that he didn't want anything to do with me and that it was a mistake marrying me. He shifted to another room altogether along with his late wife's photographs hanging on the wall of his room when I did happen to glance in, I could see those pictures mocking me. 'What about the previous night?' I asked him with tears swelling up my eyes. 'That was the result of your blackmail.' He said it with contempt laced around those words.
I thought I could live in this lifeless marriage, in a shattered bliss waiting for my days to be numbered to forever numb the pain but I guess, I was wrong. After loading my final suitcase in the taxi's trunk, I glance at the house one last time, remeniscing of the day I first made my way into this house all dressed up as his wife, only to be leaving the house now as a divorcée. He'll get my letter and the signed divorced papers kept on the dining table, I think to myself and no sooner as I did that his car pulled up at the front porch. We stared blankly at each other for a moment and with a deep sigh, I made my way into the taxi and as it pulled onto the street, I never once glanced back and let myself silently cry throughout the ride.
© Shania(shazeel)
