It was their suhagraat. The mansion was dazzling, like thousand suns burning at once, their hearts were also burning but were dark, as a moonless night and the air in the room was heavy, like a concrete slab. She was on the left side of the bed and he was on the right, deciding the appropriate words to say. She couldn’t swallow her spit and he was feeling hard to move, a strange numbness persisted.
They had sex, a partial sex, just one penetration made him sick, and the veil was off. His errection was lost as he saw no red fluid ….”Aren’t you a virgin?” he questioned, sound filled with wrath and she acknowledged “no, I am not” with her soundless lips and talking eyes. He pushed her away from himself, like something in her made him feel grotesque.
She looked at him with gullibility. To make this awkward situation a little more comfortable, the words made their way through her mouth “but listen harsh……” and she listened the sound of a slap on her face. “Why didn’t you tell me before marriage, my life is ruined, you bloody slut”, he asked in a distressed tone. A shocked tear escaped from her eye, falling on her naked breast.
She covered herself up in that bloody red sari, which she was wearing on her wedding night. She stood up and took the briefcase filled with her belongings, “what are you doing? ” he panicked. The house was filled with the guests, and his honor was at the stake. He stood up in panic and held her, by her arms. “It hurts, leave me harsh”, and when he saw those stormy red wet eyes filled with the rage, he had to release her. Opening the door she turned back and asked “Are you a Ram?” and he was shocked but responded “…….but, I am a man” . She shouted the similar words again “Are You A Ram??” ….and a blameworthy silence prevailed, no response, just a hushed acceptance of not being a virgin himself and before slamming the door, the words she said “then why do you think you deserve a Sita” ,shook his soul to its core.