divya

[కుమార్]

Next day morning Divya woke up early. She did her daily things quietly. Made tea. Prepared breakfast. Woke Monu. Helped him get ready for scho.ol.

‎Wore simple yellow saree. Tight blouse. Pallu neat.
‎Mangalsutra shining. Outside everything looked normal. Inside her heart heavy with guilt.
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‎Ranjith came to kitchen. Sat at table. Divya gave him tea cup.
‎Her hand shook little. She avoided his eyes.
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‎Ranjith took cup. Looked at her calm.
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‎"I loved you. I talked with your father for marriage."
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‎Divya nodded small. Said nothing.
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‎Ranjith sipped tea. Then spoke again slow.
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‎"Our families are traditional. I don't ask who is he."
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‎Divya heart beat fast. She stood near stove. Back to him.
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‎Ranjith asked even slower, voice low.
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‎"Did you enjoy sex with him?"
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‎Divya face became red like tomato.
‎ Shy and shame burned hot.
‎She turned her face towards Monu .
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‎ Started preparing schoo.l bag.
‎Put books. Tiffin. Water bottle.
‎Hands shaking. She could not look at Ranjith.
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‎She said nothing. Just worked fast.
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‎Outside lane mein Hamee rickshaw sound came.
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‎"Bachoo aao!"
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‎Monu ran to Divya. "Mummy, rickshaw aa gaya!"
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‎Divya took Monu hand.
‎Walked to gate. She even did not look at Hamee. Eyes down.
‎. Pallu tight on chest.
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‎Hamee sat on rickshaw seat. Looked at her. But he did not say anything.
‎Did not smile. Did not stare like before. Just normal.
‎Helped Monu to sit.
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‎"Chalo beta."
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‎Rickshaw started. Pedal sound faded.
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‎Divya stood at gate long time. Watching them go.