His stolen heart

I'm looking at the mirror in front of me. The mirror is showing me a beautiful girl in bridal attire. 

The mangalsutra (nuptial chain) is hanging on her neck and Sindur (vermilion) is filled on her hair partition screaming that she is now someone's wife. She is taken and marked. 

She is looking gorgeous with everything but her smile has faded away from her lips 

Till now she was happy, really she was and why won't she be? After all she got married to the person she loved. Who loved her or she thought he did. 

The room is decorated for my wedding night with my husband. 

"why did you do this with me? Why? I loved you. I really did. I thought you also did but how wrong I was. From my childhood I got only the tag of being cursed. I believe that I am really cursed but then you came to change that but again you proved I'm cursed. Don't worry about me I won't be there to ruin your or my life any more. "I thought and took a candle stand and throw it on the mirror making it shatter in pieces just like my life and heart 

The room is soundproof so no one will hear it, it's not like anyone else is here except us. 

I looked at the room once again that had our pictures decorated on the walls. 

I love you very much and it hurts to know that you don't. It's very painful. And I want to be free from this pain. 

I sat on the bed our bed that is decorated with rose petals and a white silk sheet is placed 

White sheet to be ruined with my blood, my virginity blood… 

I looked at my hand that was holding a sharp glass piece. 

I noticed my hand carefully. It is decorated with henna that has left a dark colour on my hand. 

His name is decorated on my hand just like my heart…