The Wedding Alarms

for fresh air and to see the outside view. Once, I opened the window

oys when my son is not around. I know girls like you are good for nothing other than flirting with guys from decent and affluen

e was desperate to tarnish my image and branded me a slut, especially before my hus

earance, I did not bother to talk to him as well. He took that episode as an insult, and at that time, he had made up his mind that he would become rich and get married to me. I was told the whole story by one of the maids. Even after relating the entire story, I could not remember when that episo

rs of marriage. As if he had no business with me. And then four consecutive years had been spent in my marriage, one after another, so people certain

ce. Like that, four consecutive years passed, but everything remained between us as it was in the beginning. Things get worse with the pass

ed as a foreign object, and at the same time, I could not feel at any moment that the house belonged to me. Several times, that thought came across i

er stuff? I could not wear the clothes of my desire, and I had had to ask my hand before my mother-in-law for a single penn

ly to family. Anyway, it was like an established obligation sort of thing in my society for husband and wife to come together and attend the party. It did not matter if the wife was sick or on a fast. The host took it as a sever

before I could make him a further inquiry. It was true that he did not say anything else, and it did not cross my mind at any point that I should recall and check with him whether I was coming

hout a doubt, a bit nervous. I terribly felt as if I had to carry a heavy burden on my shoulder to become the cynosure of the party. I had read in several novels and watch

eaving for the party. As if it was their customary routine, they spent most of their time looking beautiful and elegant. Otherwise, their husbands do not s

dn't mind helping them get ready for that particular event. I was considered a trendsetter in my college and locality as well. The crisis is the mother of in

e was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. And no doubt, he was very proud of it. He was fully aware of the fact, as well, th