SS Divorce (MG) last part page 120/31stDEC'12 - Page 8

In the days  of courtship, that is the month when I came to know that I were to get married to Geet, I called her regularly, we talked for hours, I had given her a number that was new and unknown to my mother. I knew that if my mother discovers that I was slowly getting to love Geet, she would do something to break the engagement.

I let my mother think that I was marrying just for her wish.

Our wedding night, I was too nervous, OK what if I am a man, aren't man nervous.

I came to my sorry our room, she was not anywhere, I was confused. Then I heard her voice from the dressing room, she was as usual talking to her Babaji complaining.

I entered the room to find her all messed up, her duppatta was hanging half way, her jewellery was all scattered, she was a scene to look at, I almost laughed, she glared at me, and scolded me for layghing at her plight.

I asked her what was wrong and she told me that there were so many pins in her dress that she was not able to get rid of that 100 kg load, she meant her heavy lehnga odhani.

I helped her get rid of the pins and as soon as the last pin was untangled she pushed me out and closed the door with a bang.

I waited for her to come out. She came out wearing a house coat. I looked suspiciously at her and frowned. She said that all her night dresses were too bad for her taste. They exposed more than they covered.

My breath almost stopped imagining her in this attire, but she continued cursing her Bhabhis about their taste.

After she had spoken too much, I covered her lips with my palm and told her to relax, she froze and soon we were into each other.

She reciprocated my feelings with equal fervor. We were one. Our hearts were one.

 In the morning I woke her up with sweet nothings, she was lost in my charm as much as I was lost in hers.

I helped her get ready.

It became my daily ritual to help her dry her hair. And select what she would wear.

But once I was out of our room, I did not respond to her. I did not talk to her.

I did not want my mother to ill treat her just because she would fear that she is taking her son from her.

I could not explain this to Geet, but she soon got use to it. She never talked to me in my mother's presence. She did not even try to serve me meals.

She was very confused when she got pregnant with 6 months of our marriage. My mother was very happy.

Geet was not prepared for lids before completing her degree, but for the sake of my mother she kept quite.

After Agni was born, Geet was very happy, she planned so many things for the kid, how she will manage between her college and her son, she had everything planned, but my mother she stepped in and took Agni from her.

This broke her but slowly I helped her recover I loved her even more but only inside the 4 walls.

When Aarohi was born, she was free as her college was over. But my mother did not let her take care of her daughter also.

Geet kept quite, but I knew she was broken again.

Geet started her own fashion house to keep herself busy. She was very good in her work. As she got busier she distanced from everyone. I did not mind, as far as I could see a smile on her face I was satisfied, and she loved her work, only thing she did not have to share with my mother.