Maithili’s POV
Gautham called me today, asking me to meet him outside. I was taken aback—it wasn’t something he usually did. I went to my parents, hoping they’d agree, but as expected, they didn’t. “A bride-to-be cannot roam outside the house. It’s against customs and could bring bad omens,” they said.
I relayed this to Gautham, and as always, he couldn’t resist a taunt. “Your parents’ logic is fascinating,” he said, his tone laced with sarcasm. It led to yet another argument, and in the end, I suggested he come over instead. After some hesitation, he agreed.
Now, here I am, sitting in the living room, dressed neatly, waiting for him. My heart feels heavy for reasons I can’t name. When he finally arrives, I notice it immediately—he’s tense. There’s no happiness on his face, no joy in his eyes, nothing that hints at a man ready to get married. His smile is forced, almost plastic.
My family greets him warmly, serving him coffee and snacks, which he barely touches. He looks distracted, distant. My father, Gautham, and my brother Varun sit down for a “men’s talk,” while I quietly watch from the corner of the room. After a while, Gautham excuses himself and asks to speak with me privately.
I nod, leading him to my room, my mind racing with possibilities. As soon as we step inside, he looks around, smirking. “So, your parents won’t let you step out with your would-be husband, but they’ll send you alone into a room with him? What logic is that?” he sneers.
I open my mouth to respond, but he cuts me off.
“I want to call off this marriage.”
His words hit me like a gust of cold wind. I thought I’d feel shattered, broken. But strangely, I feel… nothing. Instead, the dumbest question escapes my lips. “Is this a prank?”
He smirks again, that same smug, condescending smile that twists my stomach. “Goodbye, Maithili,” he says, turning on his heel and leaving the room without another word.
I sit there, frozen. I’m not crying—I’m stronger than that. I’m a lioness. But the tears fall anyway, defying my resolve. Silent, bitter tears that refuse to stop.
But my pain isn’t just for me. What about my parents? How do I tell them that their daughter has been rejected a week before her wedding? How will they face people? The guests have already been invited, preparations almost done.
And Varun… my dear brother. If he finds out, he’ll postpone his wedding, no doubt. Maybe even worse. What if something catastrophic happens?
What should I do? What can I say? How do I console my family when my own strength feels like it’s crumbling?
Oh, God, give me courage. I need it now more than ever.
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