Toxic love by Shikha Mishra (top fiction books of all time .txt) 📖

"You are looking so beautiful"

A lump forms on my neck. And in a blink I am been pulled making me walk. Mom is holding my hand.

I am sure if I had been in her arms for few more seconds I would had ended up crying.

We all are staying in Vihaan's mansion. Even though I am here, his floor is very far away from this floor.

As soon as we reach the ball room of his mansion I am bombarded by the songs playing and girls dancing.

I am been settled on the seat which is in the center. The mehandi applying girls start doing their work on my hands and legs.

I see that Suman aunty and mummy are also applying mehandi. Mia is also having the mehandi done. Some women in their 60s are playing tabla and singing the folk songs. Sometimes girls are dancing on modern songs.

The whole time either I was blushing with their teasing or laughing on Mia's silly songs. I also did some dancing as Mia was impatient. Atlast some reporters came just to click some pics.

Dad came to feed me as my hands were painted in mehandi. After me all the girls and women sat down on the ground with their food in the front. Some women were fed by their husbands, some by their brother, some by their boyfriends.

I was very much enjoying the scene. It was very romantic. I am sure on Bhai's wedding vihaan would feed me just like Mahesh uncle and dad.

We all got retired in our rooms. Mom was sleeping with me in the room. After gazing at the Vihaan's name on my hand I slept keeping in mind to not mess the mehandi while sleeping.

The next day I was ready for Sangeet function wearing a multi colour lehenga. The blouse was in gold colour. It was sleeveless. My neck was adorned with gold necklace. My mehandi was adorning my hands and legs.

My mehandi has came out very dark and according to mummy and Suman aunty it means that vihaan loves me way too much. The more the dark mehandi the more the groom loves the bride.

I am been seated on a red chair. At its left side is a net cloth hiding me from vihaan who is seating the other side.

"You are looking beautiful" I hear vihaan say.

"Can you see me?"

"No but I know you are looking beautiful. And be prepared?"

"Why?" I wave my hand towards Mia who was talking with bhai. She waves back and mouths that we are going to win.

"For the wedding night. I have been away from my water for many days so I am getting thirsty with each passing days. And this thirst will only go away when I quench my thirst which would be hard for...... you."

Heat cripes to my face. I don't say anything after that. I can hear him laughing.

The dance competition between my family and his family started. We were winning. I was teasing vihaan as his side was losing. At the end our side won the game.

The last dance was the most memorable. It was done by Mia and Bhai. Vihaan also loved it I am sure. It was more of an act than a dance. They were imitating us. Reporters again came and took some photos.

After Sangeet we retired to our rooms. At midnight I woke up feeling hands on my stomach. I turned around and my eyes widens seeing vihaan.

"What are you doing here?" I whisper and check if mom heard me or vihaan sneaking in.

"Sleep Disha. I am sleepy"

"What? Are you stupid vihaan? Go in your room and sleep."

"No. And if you don't close your eyes I will shout." Knowing fully well he will do I turn around to keep an eye on mummy. My eyes gets closed with his hands around me. Liking it.

The next day I woke up been alone on bed. Praying that vihaan went away before mummy woke up.

I was dressed up in a yellow cotton tube top and yellow shirt which reaches till my ankles. My hair was in a messy bun. My face without any makeup.

Everyone came to apply the haldi (turmeric paste) on my body. Everyone was dancing and singing. The used haldi was send to the other room where vihaan was having his haldi. At end my whole body was covered in haldi.

I was send back to my room as mummy, dad and some other relatives went to the hall for performing the roka ceremony. In this mummy and dad exchange sweets and gifts so as to confirm that the wedding will happen tomorrow.

The next day came in a blink and I was getting ready for my marriage. I got ready in a very beautiful red lehenga. It was so heavy that I just wanted to seat. My whole body was adorned with heavy jewelleries. My hair was braided.

"Now you can say us thankyou" I hear Shruti say but I am less on words. I am looking like a different person. It's like gazing at some other girl.

"Out of words. I knew it." I lift my hand and graze the mirror.

"Oh my god" I hear Mia say but I can't remove my eyes from myself.

I feel a finger at the back of my ears and see mom. "This black dot will keep bad things away from you" she says. I can see tears glistening in her eyes.

Immediately I take her in my arms. Her shoulders start shaking telling me that she is crying.

"I am sorry sweetie. I wish I could have spend more time with you. I and your dad were always busy with our work and I am sorry for it."

I shake my head "Don't be sorry." I know they give more time to their work but they were doing it so that me and Bhai can have the best life. That's why I never complained. And I always had vihaan and Bhai with me who made sure that I was never alone. Even when they were playing video games they would have me with them. When they used to play football in the football court, they always took me with them. Never ever did they left me alone.

I feel someone hugging both of us and when I open my eyes, a full blown smile comes on my mouth. Bhai and dad both were hugging us.

I close my eyes in content. "Why are we all are getting so sentimental? It's not like I am going in some other state. I will be here in the same city just few kilometres away." I say wiping my tears away.