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She to Herself

She sat in her sofa lost in thoughts
"Aren't you coming" heard a voice from behind. "Get ready fast they are about to reach we shouldn't get late" that was the final call from her mother. She puts herself presentable with a fake smile on her face. She stood in front of the mirror
"Where am I going. I'm not ready for this"
"No, you should witness that, which is the only way to get out of this"
"But I don't want to"
"Why? You still?"
" Yes!"
" But then why didn't you? Everyone waited for your opinion"
"How can I bring back those days "
" You can't"
" Yes I can't I've lost it"
"Look up Look up, your family shouldn't know about this so no tears on cheeks"
Paru usually has this habit of talking to herself, mirror is the best companion for instance
A car came to take them to an auditorium
"Hey Paru, how are you"
"How's your job"
"Finally you achieved it na proud of you Betta"
"Paru don't forget about the treat"
All these sounds were vague for her. She was blank she was lost. She took a seat. She could hear her heartbeat and feel the unstable eyes
"Stay still, he'll be arriving now"
"Smile Paru"
"He's coming look over there"
"If you can't control yourself why did you came here? Do you want to get rid of this then look.. look at him"
"Look at her beautiful?"
" Yea They do match"
" If it was me I would have selected brown saree"
" That was your place, you only denied it na"
"But I thought only of my career I just had only that in my mind"
"Did I hurt him?"
"I doesn't want anyone to get hurt but then it was all about my dreams"
"Stop this Paru, don't start again why are you here? "
"I know I have never told you this before but today in the presence of everyone your family I think I should say that I loved you and I never want to lose you"
"Control your tears Paru it's a public place"
" Omg did he looked at me right now.. did he saw my tears, I will miss all this things from now"
"He's tying knot.. skip a heartbeat .. officially married"
"Will he tell to her about me"
" Paru let's finish this he's married he's starting a new life today erase him from your thoughts"
"Hmmm"
"I can't erase him, I will love him till my last breath.. you'll be my secret crush, I will take care of you more than your wife"
"Jealous?"
"No it's just I am not ready to leave him to anyone.. will love him just the way it should be"
"Let him be in his fifties or sixties I'll be always his Paru"
She smiled looking at him her tears were more visible now she walked down not from his memories but from the life of the new bride.
Some sacrifices for yourself is good.. only a hurted mind can control it.

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