How I Wished- Fiction 55

55 On Friday 2014 -2

Prompt- How I Wished

“You look beautiful”, I whispered looking at her red bridal sari and her pretty, glowing face.

She should have been happy but the unshed tears told me another story.  

She hadn’t forgotten me, had she?

I raised my hands to touch her but it went straight through her.

How I wished that I was alive!

Little Did She Know- 55 Fiction

Prompt:

Little did she know

She was intelligent, successful and gorgeous.

Her eyes full of hope and a bright future ahead, 

She dreamt of a long and content life beside the man she loved.

But little did she know that she was just a character in my novel and she would die even before the end of the first chapter.

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My Happily Ever After

My heart pounding and with sweat lining my brow,

I looked at him coyly, he who had come for my hand.

With his broad shoulders and tall, strong frame

He was different from the rest, even in a crowd, apart he would stand.

I sat in front of him and I could feel his eyes on me,

I fidgeted with my bangles and adjusted the saree,

draped on my slender body so gracefully,

Even as I served him tea, my hands felt cold and clammy.

They asked me some questions random

He asked me if I had any queries of my own,

I had a million things on my mind but I just sat there dumb.

As if reading my mind he requested to spend some time with me alone.

We walked and we talked,

We conversed about all things under the sun so effortlessly,

I told him about my dreams without the fear of being mocked.

I realized with this man beside me, I’d never ever feel lonely.

As we reached back, I knew that I had found my soul mate for life

He looked into my eyes and asked me if I would be his wife

Happily I nodded my head, with joy my face was flushed.

That’s the story of my happily ever after 

which commenced

When he kissed my cheeks and I blushed

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When a Marriage Breaks

‘I have something to tell you…’ my wife said as I entered our house. Instinctively I knew that she knew. About the other woman. I knew she would be devastated. I opened my mouth to explain but she handed me the divorce papers.

‘I met someone else and I love him. Our marriage is over’.

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This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

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The Betrayal

He hugged his wife, smelling the sweet scent of jasmine in her hair.

She took the knife in her hand, and stabbed it into his back.

Her boyfriend came out of hiding and they both started kissing passionately, ignoring the dying man a few feet away.

“Cut”, yelled the director and the scene was cleared.

Free from abuse

For ten years my husband slapped, raped and abused me but I suffered silently.

Each day I prayed to God to save me.

But he dint and everyone else turned their face blatantly.

Then I realized God helped them who helped themselves firstly. 

So I took courage and broke all shackles to be free finally. 


 

Often we see or hear about domestic violence that happens in the neighborhood or sometimes even next door. But we choose to ignore it thinking that it’s none of our business. And the woman who is being abused suffers silently thinking that she has no way out. But there is a way. All it takes is a bit of courage to say ‘No, I will not be abused. I will not lose my self respect at the hands of my husband.' All it takes is a little bit of courage to walk out of an abusive relationship.