Diwali Fireworks were in Full Swing. It is the biggest night in India, the night of Laxmi Pujan. Crackers, Lights, Sweets, Celebration.. the atmosphere was indeed surreal. But I was locked in my bedroom and was just physically present at the occasion.
My Mom, Dad, Sister, Fiance, and everyone was waiting for me to join the celebrations but I was in a different mood altogether. The plan was massive for the big night … Puja at our Bungalow, followed by a grand Home Dinner & then a night full of Fire Crackers & Games.
My would-be in-laws, cousins & neighbors were invited to the Deepawali Celebration. I had given a reason to everyone that I was not keeping well and was resting in my room upstairs.
It was around 7 PM & I knew that in some time my Mom would call me down for Laxmi Puja. Being a religious person I enjoy these Pujas but this time it was different. I felt so disinterested in the Festival but was trying to keep it to myself.
So I decided to get up from my Bed. I took a quick shower, wore my New Kurta, Combed my hair & was all set to be a part of the celebration. But suddenly tears started coming out of my eyes as her pretty face which was most of the time hidden behind a Blue Burkha was staring at me & asking Why you did this to me ?? You were the one I trusted the most but all I got from you was the Love Story of betrayal.
As I was wiping my tears it was my fiance standing in front of me who was sent by my Mom to bring me down in the next 10 Minutes
