Adultery Shubha beauty

[Sivamurugan 85]

Part 1 – An Arranged Marriage, An Unexpected Shock

Story by Sivamurugan 85

1. A New Beginning

Subha was twenty-eight years old. She was a beautiful young woman with a charming face, expressive eyes, and a naturally graceful appearance. Her long, dark hair fell well below her shoulders, adding to her beauty. Her eyes were especially attractive, revealing her emotions even when she tried to hide them. Her smile could brighten the mood of anyone around her, and her gentle way of speaking made people feel comfortable in her presence.

She was not someone who depended on expensive clothes or heavy makeup to look beautiful. Even in a simple saree, she carried herself with an elegance that attracted attention. Her fair complexion, well-defined features, and confident yet modest personality made her stand out wherever she went.

But Subha was more than just a pretty face. She was mature, thoughtful, and deeply attached to her family. She respected her parents and believed that marriage was a lifelong commitment. Although she had her own thoughts about love and relationships, she knew that her parents would eventually begin searching for a suitable groom.

Her father had a small business, and her mother was a homemaker. They had been looking for a good alliance for their daughter for some time.

One Sunday morning, Subha was helping her mother in the kitchen when her father called her.

Subha's Father: "Subha, come here for a minute. Your mother and I want to talk to you about something important. We've been thinking about your marriage for quite some time. You're twenty-eight now, and we don't want to rush you into anything, but we feel it's time to start looking seriously. We've received a proposal from a respectable family. The boy is thirty-three years old, and he owns a textile shop. From what we've heard, he's hardworking and responsible. His name is Sakthi. Before we take things any further, we want to know what you think about meeting him."

Subha stopped what she was doing and looked at her father.

Subha: "Appa, I know you've both been thinking about my marriage. I'm not against getting married, and I don't want to disappoint you either. But marriage is a big decision. I don't want us to say yes just because the family is good or because the boy has his own business. I want to meet him, talk to him, and understand what kind of person he is. If he respects me and if we feel comfortable with each other, then I'm willing to consider it. Please don't make a decision on my behalf before I get a chance to know him."

Her mother smiled and came closer.

Subha's Mother: "That's exactly what we want, dear. We aren't going to force you into anything. His family also seems to believe in doing things properly. First, they'll come and meet us. You can talk to Sakthi in front of the family, and if both of you like each other, we can discuss the next step. Your happiness matters more to us than anything else. We want you to have a husband who takes care of you, respects your feelings, and stands beside you throughout your life."

Subha nodded, although a small wave of nervousness passed through her heart.

She had no idea that the man she was about to meet would change not only her future but also the life of someone from her past.

2. Meet Sakthi

Sakthi was thirty-three years old and owned a textile shop in the town. Through years of hard work, he had established a reasonably successful business. He dealt in sarees, dress materials, men's clothing, and other textile products. His shop was doing well, and he had earned a good reputation among his customers.

He was a practical man who believed in hard work and family responsibilities. He was neither excessively talkative nor unfriendly. He preferred to think carefully before making important decisions.

His parents had been asking him to get married for quite some time.

One evening, while Sakthi was checking the accounts in his shop, his father walked in.

Sakthi's Father: "Sakthi, how long are you planning to keep postponing your marriage? You've worked hard to build your business, and we're proud of what you've achieved. But life isn't only about running a shop and making money. You need someone to share your happiness and difficulties with. We've spoken to a family about their daughter. Her name is Subha, and she's twenty-eight. Her parents seem like good people, and they have brought her up well. We haven't promised them anything yet. We simply want you to meet her and see whether you both get along."

Sakthi closed the account book and leaned back in his chair.

Sakthi: "Appa, I'm not avoiding marriage. You know how much time I spend at the shop. Sometimes I open in the morning and don't get home until late at night. I want to make sure that whoever comes into my life understands my responsibilities. I don't expect a wife to agree with everything I say, but I do want us to understand and respect each other. If Subha and her family are comfortable with me, I'm willing to meet them. Let's speak to them first and see how things go."

His father was pleased with the answer.

Sakthi's Father: "That's all we wanted to hear. Her family has agreed to come next Sunday. We'll arrange everything at home. You don't have to pretend to be someone else or try to impress them with your money. Just be yourself, speak honestly, and give the girl a chance to express her thoughts. If this alliance is meant to work, it should begin with mutual respect."

Sakthi smiled and returned to his accounts.

For him, the proposal was a new chapter in life.

For Subha, it was an uncertain step into the future.

Neither of them knew how much the past would matter.

3. The Day of the Bride-Seeing Ceremony

The following Sunday, Subha's house was filled with activity from the morning.

Her mother had prepared sweets and snacks. Her father had arranged the seating in the living room, and relatives had arrived to help welcome the groom's family.

Subha stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom.

She wore a beautiful deep-maroon silk saree with a traditional golden border. The saree complemented her figure and gave her a graceful, mature appearance. A matching blouse fitted neatly at the shoulders and sleeves. Her long black hair had been combed carefully and left partly loose, with a few strands framing her face. Small gold earrings, a delicate chain, and a tiny bindi completed her look.

Her eyes were naturally expressive, and the light makeup around them made them look even more striking. A soft smile appeared on her lips whenever she looked at herself in the mirror, but it disappeared as soon as she remembered that a family was coming to assess her as a potential bride.

Her mother entered the room and looked at her daughter with affection.

Subha's Mother: "Subha, you look lovely today. I know you're nervous, and that's completely natural. Remember, you're not going there for an examination. You're meeting another family, just as they're coming to meet us. Don't worry about whether they'll like your appearance or whether you should say something impressive. Speak naturally, and don't hide your opinions. If Sakthi is a good man, he'll appreciate you for who you are, not just for how you look. Now come downstairs. They've arrived."

Subha took a deep breath and followed her mother.

A few minutes later, Sakthi entered the house with his parents.

He wore a neatly pressed light-blue shirt and dark trousers. His appearance was simple and well-groomed. After exchanging greetings, the families settled down in the living room.

Sakthi's mother was the first to speak.

Sakthi's Mother: "We've heard a lot of good things about your family, and we're happy that we've finally had the opportunity to meet you in person. Our son runs his own textile business, so most of his time goes into managing the shop. He's a responsible person, and we're now hoping to find someone who can become a good life partner for him. We don't believe that marriage should be decided only by looking at a person's salary, property, or family background. Character and understanding matter just as much. We would like the children to meet and speak a little before either family makes a decision."

Subha's father nodded appreciatively.

Subha's Father: "We feel the same way. Our daughter has grown up with a lot of affection, and naturally, we want her to be happy after marriage. We aren't looking for a family simply because they have money or a business. We want a son-in-law who understands that a wife has feelings, expectations, and opinions of her own. At the same time, we know that no marriage is perfect from the beginning. Both people need patience and understanding. If Sakthi and Subha are comfortable with each other, we will be happy to take this proposal forward."

After some general conversation, Subha was invited to sit with Sakthi at a comfortable distance while their parents continued talking nearby.

For a few moments, neither of them knew what to say.

Finally, Sakthi smiled.

Sakthi: "Subha, I know this situation can feel a little awkward. We're sitting here because our parents think we might be suitable for each other, but we're the ones who will have to live together if this marriage happens. So I'd rather speak honestly than try to impress you. I own a textile shop, and my work can be demanding. There are days when I have to stay late or deal with unexpected problems. I want to know what you're expecting from marriage. You don't have to give me an answer that you think I'll like. Tell me what you really feel."

Subha looked at him with a little more confidence.

Subha: "I'm glad you said that, Sakthi. I also think we should speak honestly. I understand that running a business takes time and effort. I wouldn't expect you to stop working or give up your responsibilities after marriage. But I would want us to make time for each other, even if it's only a little time every day. I believe a wife should support her husband, but I also believe a husband should support his wife. I don't want a marriage where two people live under the same roof but never understand what the other person is going through. I want friendship, trust, and respect between us."

Sakthi listened carefully.

Sakthi: "That's a fair expectation, Subha. I can't promise that every day will be easy, because business has its own problems. But I can promise that I'll try to make time for my family. I don't want my wife to feel that the shop is the only thing that matters to me. I also believe that misunderstandings should be discussed instead of allowing them to grow. If something bothers you, I would prefer that you tell me directly. And if I make a mistake, I hope you'll give me a chance to understand it and correct it."

Subha smiled slightly.

Subha: "That sounds reasonable. I don't expect anyone to be perfect. I only hope that we can speak openly without being afraid of each other's reactions. I may not agree with you about everything, and there may be times when you don't agree with me. But if we can sit down and talk, I think we can handle most problems. After all, we're not just choosing someone to attend family functions with. We're choosing the person who will be beside us through the ordinary days of life."

Their conversation continued for several minutes.

Although neither of them felt an immediate romantic attraction, they found it easy to speak to each other. Sakthi appreciated Subha's maturity, while Subha felt that he was more thoughtful than she had initially expected.

Eventually, their parents asked them to join the family again.

4. The Families Make Their Decision

After Subha and Sakthi returned to the living room, the elders began discussing the proposal more seriously.

Sakthi's Father: "We've had a good conversation today, and we're happy with what we've seen. Our son is willing to move forward with this alliance, provided Subha is also comfortable. We believe that both families have similar expectations about marriage. If your daughter agrees, we'd like to discuss the engagement and wedding arrangements. We don't want to delay matters unnecessarily, but we also don't want to rush without giving the children a chance to think."

Subha's father turned towards his daughter.

Subha's Father: "Subha, you've spoken to Sakthi, and you've had the opportunity to understand a little about him. We won't ask you to agree just because we're happy with the proposal. Tell us honestly whether you feel comfortable taking this forward. Whatever you say, we'll listen to you."

Subha looked at her parents, then at Sakthi.

Subha: "Appa, Amma, I think Sakthi is a sensible person. I liked the way he spoke about marriage, and I feel that we can understand each other if we both make an effort. I'm willing to go ahead with this alliance. I know that meeting someone once doesn't tell us everything about them, but I feel comfortable enough to take the next step."

A broad smile appeared on both families' faces.

Sakthi's mother immediately offered sweets to Subha.

Sakthi's Mother: "We're very happy to hear that, Subha. From today, please think of us as your own family. We know that there will be many new things for you to get used to after marriage, and we'll do our best to make you feel comfortable. We want you to come into our home with happiness, not fear. Let us discuss an engagement date that works for both families."

The elders began discussing auspicious dates, the engagement arrangements, and the possible wedding month.

The bride-seeing ceremony had ended successfully.

The arranged marriage was moving forward.

But somewhere far away, a man who knew nothing about this proposal was about to receive a phone call that would change his life in an entirely different way.

His name was Vishal.

5. Sakthi Calls His Best Friend

Vishal was twenty-nine years old and had been Sakthi's close friend for several years. Their friendship was built on trust, jokes, and countless conversations about work and life.

However, Vishal was currently abroad on a work-related assignment. He had left India before Sakthi's bride-seeing ceremony, and his schedule was packed with professional responsibilities.

He knew that Sakthi's parents were looking for a bride for him, but he had no idea who the girl was. Sakthi had not told him Subha's name, and Vishal had never seen her photograph.

That evening, after the families had agreed to proceed with the alliance, Sakthi called Vishal.

Vishal answered after a few rings.

Vishal: "Hey, Sakthi! What's going on, man? I was just about to call you. I've been caught up with work for the past few days, and I barely get any free time here. Tell me, how are things back home? Is the shop doing well? And what's happening with your marriage plans? Last time we spoke, you said your parents were arranging a bride-seeing ceremony. Don't tell me you've already found someone and are preparing to get married without even giving me a chance to tease you properly!"

Sakthi laughed at his friend's enthusiasm.

Sakthi: "You haven't changed at all, Vishal. Even when you're on the other side of the world, your first priority is finding a reason to tease me. Yes, the bride-seeing ceremony took place today, and things went well. The girl's name is Subha. She's twenty-eight, and her family seems good. We had a chance to speak, and I liked her attitude towards marriage. She's sensible, speaks clearly, and seems to understand the importance of mutual respect. Our families have agreed to move forward with the alliance, so the engagement will probably happen soon. If everything goes according to plan, the wedding may be arranged within the next few months."

Vishal sat up in his chair.

Vishal: "Wait a minute! You're telling me that you met a girl today, spoke to her for a little while, and now the families are already discussing the engagement? That's fast, even by arranged-marriage standards! But seriously, I'm happy for you, da. You've spent years building your business, and you've always said you wanted a partner who would understand your responsibilities. If you've found someone you feel comfortable with, I hope everything works out well. At least send me an invitation in advance. I don't want to find out about your wedding from somebody else's social media post!"

Sakthi: "Of course I'll invite you, you idiot! You're one of my closest friends. How can I get married without you being there? But there's one small problem. You're abroad, and you keep saying your work schedule is unpredictable. I don't know whether you'll be able to return when the wedding date is fixed. If you can't come, I'll never let you forget that you missed my wedding. I'll bring it up every time we speak for the next ten years!"

Vishal laughed loudly.

Vishal: "Listen carefully. I might be busy, but I'll do everything I can to attend your wedding. You're not just an ordinary friend to me. We've shared too many memories for me to miss such an important day. Once you have the date, tell me immediately. I'll speak to my office and see what arrangements I can make. And one more thing, I want to meet this mysterious Subha before you get married. At the very least, I should get to see the woman who's finally convinced my friend to settle down!"

Sakthi smiled, looking at the family members who were still discussing the engagement arrangements in the next room.

Sakthi: "You'll meet her when you come here for the wedding. There's no need to worry about anything now. I'm happy with how things have gone, and our families are happy too. For the moment, I just want to finish the engagement arrangements and concentrate on the shop. Once the wedding date is confirmed, you'll be the first person I call. Now tell me about your work. When are you coming back to India? You've been away for so long that we've almost forgotten what you look like!"

Vishal: "I'm hoping to finish this assignment soon, but I can't promise an exact date yet. There's still some work pending, and the company wants me to stay until everything is completed. I'll keep you updated. Don't worry about me, though. You focus on your marriage preparations. And Sakthi, I'm genuinely happy for you. I hope this new chapter brings you all the happiness you've been waiting for. When I return, we'll celebrate properly, and you can tell me every detail about how you met Subha and how the whole arrangement came together."

The two friends continued talking for a few more minutes before ending the call.

Sakthi returned to his family, unaware that his best friend's cheerful congratulations carried a hidden irony.

Vishal, meanwhile, returned to his work abroad.

He had no idea who Subha was.

He had no idea that the woman Sakthi was preparing to marry was the same woman he had once loved.

And he had absolutely no idea that, on the day of the wedding, he would be standing face-to-face with the woman he had never truly forgotten.

6. The Engagement

A few weeks later, both families gathered at a marriage hall for the engagement ceremony.

Subha wore a rich green silk saree with a gold border. Her long hair was decorated with jasmine flowers, and a delicate gold necklace rested against her neck. Her expressive eyes and warm smile drew the attention of the relatives who came to congratulate her.

Sakthi wore a cream-coloured shirt and a traditional veshti. He looked happy and confident as he sat beside Subha on the decorated stage.

The elders exchanged gifts, the rings were brought forward, and the engagement ceremony began.

Subha's father addressed the gathering.

Subha's Father: "Today is a very happy day for our family. We're pleased that our daughter Subha and Sakthi have agreed to begin this new chapter together. Marriage is not simply about two people exchanging rings in front of their relatives. It's about two people promising to stand beside each other when life is easy and when it becomes difficult. We pray that they will always treat each other with love, patience, and respect. On behalf of our family, I thank everyone who has come here to bless the couple."

Sakthi's father followed.

Sakthi's Father: "We're equally happy to welcome Subha into our family. From the day we first spoke to her parents, we felt that this alliance had the potential to become a good relationship between two families. Today, we're taking another important step towards their marriage. We hope that our children will build a life filled with happiness, understanding, and trust. We ask all of you to bless them and pray that their future together will be bright."

The rings were exchanged amid applause.

Subha and Sakthi smiled for the photographs as their relatives congratulated them.

After the ceremony, Sakthi found a quiet moment to speak to his fiancée.

Sakthi: "Subha, now that the engagement is over, everything suddenly feels more real. Until today, marriage was something our parents were discussing and arranging. But now, when I look at you sitting beside me, I realise that we're actually preparing to begin a life together. I know we still have a lot to learn about each other, and I don't want either of us to feel pressured to become a perfect husband or wife overnight. I want us to take our time, talk openly, and gradually build a relationship that makes both of us happy."

Subha: "I feel the same way, Sakthi. I'm happy that the engagement went well, and I'm looking forward to our wedding. At the same time, I know that marriage brings new responsibilities. We may have different habits, different expectations, and different ways of looking at things. I hope that we'll give each other enough time to adjust. I don't want us to pretend that everything is perfect just because we're engaged. I'd rather we remain honest with each other and learn how to become good partners as time goes by."

Sakthi nodded with a smile.

Neither of them noticed the shadow that their future was about to cast over their happiness.

7. The Wedding Day

The wedding day arrived sooner than everyone expected.

The marriage hall was beautifully decorated with flowers, traditional lamps, and colourful fabrics. Relatives moved from one place to another, photographers arranged their cameras, and the sound of the wedding music filled the hall.

Subha sat in the bridal room, dressed in a stunning traditional wedding saree. The rich silk fabric, intricate gold jewellery, and flowers woven into her long hair made her look radiant. Her face carried a mixture of happiness and nervousness as the women around her helped with the final arrangements.

Every detail of her appearance seemed to reflect the importance of the day. Her eyes were bright, her smile was gentle, and the traditional bridal decorations enhanced her natural beauty without taking away her simplicity.

Outside, Sakthi was welcoming relatives and checking the wedding arrangements.

Vishal's flight had landed earlier that morning. After completing the necessary formalities and travelling to the marriage hall, he arrived just as the preparations were reaching their busiest stage.

He was dressed in a dark formal suit, carrying a small travel bag. He had been looking forward to seeing Sakthi, congratulating him in person, and meeting the bride for the first time.

As he entered the hall, Sakthi spotted him immediately.

Sakthi: "Vishal! You actually made it, da! I honestly thought your work would keep you there until the last minute. I'm so happy you've come. You've arrived just in time, because the wedding ceremony will begin shortly. Come inside. I've been waiting to introduce you to everyone. You know how much your friendship means to me, and having you here today makes this occasion even more special. Come, let me take you closer to the stage so you can meet my family and my bride."

Vishal grinned and shook his friend's hand.

Vishal: "How could I miss your wedding, da? I had to rearrange my work, but I managed to get permission and catch the flight. I've been waiting for this day ever since you told me about the engagement. So, where is the famous Subha? You've spoken so much about how sensible and understanding she is, but you haven't even shown me a photograph. At this point, I'm beginning to suspect that you're deliberately keeping her hidden just so you can surprise me on the wedding day!"

Sakthi laughed and placed a hand on Vishal's shoulder.

Sakthi: "There's no big mystery, you fool! Everything happened so quickly, and between running the shop and arranging the wedding, I never got around to sending you her photograph. Anyway, you'll see her in a moment. She's getting ready in the bridal room, and the family will bring her to the stage shortly. Just wait here with me. Once the ceremony begins, I'll introduce you properly. Today is going to be one of the happiest days of my life, and I'm glad my best friend is standing beside me."

Vishal nodded and looked towards the decorated stage.

A few minutes later, the wedding music grew louder.

The relatives began moving towards their seats.

The bridal procession started.

And then Vishal saw her.

A woman in a magnificent wedding saree was walking towards the stage, surrounded by relatives. Her long hair was adorned with flowers, and her face carried the same beauty that had remained in his memories for years.

Vishal's smile disappeared.

His eyes widened.

His body became completely still.

For a moment, the sounds of the wedding hall seemed to fade away.

It was Subha.

The woman he had once loved.

The woman he had never expected to see again.

The woman who was now walking towards his best friend, dressed as his bride.

Vishal stared at her in disbelief, unable to understand how fate had brought them together in such a cruel and unexpected way.

Vishal (thinking): "Subha...? No, this can't be happening. Of all the people in the world, how could it be her? Sakthi's bride is Subha? The same Subha I loved? The same woman I thought I would never see again? Why didn't I know? Why didn't anyone tell me her name? How am I supposed to stand here and watch the woman I once loved marry my best friend?"

Subha reached the stage.

She looked up and noticed Vishal standing beside Sakthi.

For one brief moment, her eyes met his.

Her smile faded.

Recognition flashed across her face.

She stopped walking.

Sakthi, unaware of the storm that had suddenly erupted between the two people standing before him, turned towards his friend with a proud smile.

Sakthi: "Vishal, come here! I want you to meet my bride properly. This is Subha, the woman I've told you about. Subha, this is Vishal, my closest friend. He's been away abroad for work, and he travelled all the way back to India to attend our wedding. He's like a brother to me, and I'm really happy that he's here to share this important day with us."

Vishal could not answer.

He looked at Subha, then at Sakthi.

His best friend was standing beside the woman he had once loved, preparing to marry her.

Subha's hands trembled slightly as she tried to maintain her composure.

Neither of them spoke.

And Sakthi, still smiling, had no idea that the biggest secret of his wedding had just been revealed.

TO BE CONTINUED...

[Sivamurugan 85]

1. A New Beginning

Subha was twenty-eight years old. She was a beautiful young woman with a charming face, expressive eyes, and a naturally graceful appearance. Her long, dark hair fell well below her shoulders, adding to her beauty. Her eyes were especially attractive, revealing her emotions even when she tried to hide them. Her smile could brighten the mood of anyone around her, and her gentle way of speaking made people feel comfortable in her presence.

She was not someone who depended on expensive clothes or heavy makeup to look beautiful. Even in a simple saree, she carried herself with an elegance that attracted attention. Her fair complexion, well-defined features, and confident yet modest personality made her stand out wherever she went.

But Subha was more than just a pretty face. She was mature, thoughtful, and deeply attached to her family. She respected her parents and believed that marriage was a lifelong commitment. Although she had her own thoughts about love and relationships, she knew that her parents would eventually begin searching for a suitable groom.

Her father had a small business, and her mother was a homemaker. They had been looking for a good alliance for their daughter for some time.

One Sunday morning, Subha was helping her mother in the kitchen when her father called her.

Shubha Father: "Shubha , come here for a minute. Your mother and I want to talk to you about something important. We've been thinking about your marriage for quite some time. You're twenty-eight now, and we don't want to rush you into anything, but we feel it's time to start looking seriously. We've received a proposal from a respectable family. The boy is thirty-three years old, and he owns a textile shop. From what we've heard, he's hardworking and responsible. His name is Sakthi. Before we take things any further, we want to know what you think about meeting him."

Shubha stopped what she was doing and looked at her father.

Shubha : "Appa, I know you've both been thinking about my marriage. I'm not against getting married, and I don't want to disappoint you either. But marriage is a big decision. I don't want us to say yes just because the family is good or because the boy has his own business. I want to meet him, talk to him, and understand what kind of person he is. If he respects me and if we feel comfortable with each other, then I'm willing to consider it. Please don't make a decision on my behalf before I get a chance to know him."

Her mother smiled and came closer.

Shubha Mother: "That's exactly what we want, dear. We aren't going to force you into anything. His family also seems to believe in doing things properly. First, they'll come and meet us. You can talk to Sakthi in front of the family, and if both of you like each other, we can discuss the next step. Your happiness matters more to us than anything else. We want you to have a husband who takes care of you, respects your feelings, and stands beside you throughout your life."

Shubha nodded, although a small wave of nervousness passed through her heart.

She had no idea that the man she was about to meet would change not only her future but also the life of someone from her past.

2. Meet Shaktil 

Sakthi was thirty-three years old and owned a textile shop in the town. Through years of hard work, he had established a reasonably successful business. He dealt in sarees, dress materials, men's clothing, and other textile products. His shop was doing well, and he had earned a good reputation among his customers.

He was a practical man who believed in hard work and family responsibilities. He was neither excessively talkative nor unfriendly. He preferred to think carefully before making important decisions.

His parents had been asking him to get married for quite some time.

One evening, while Sakthi was checking the accounts in his shop, his father walked in.

Sakthi's Father: "Sakthi, how long are you planning to keep postponing your marriage? You've worked hard to build your business, and we're proud of what you've achieved. But life isn't only about running a shop and making money. You need someone to share your happiness and difficulties with. We've spoken to a family about their daughter. Her name is Subha, and she's twenty-eight. Her parents seem like good people, and they have brought her up well. We haven't promised them anything yet. We simply want you to meet her and see whether you both get along."

Sakthi closed the account book and leaned back in his chair.

Sakthi: "Appa, I'm not avoiding marriage. You know how much time I spend at the shop. Sometimes I open in the morning and don't get home until late at night. I want to make sure that whoever comes into my life understands my responsibilities. I don't expect a wife to agree with everything I say, but I do want us to understand and respect each other. If Subha and her family are comfortable with me, I'm willing to meet them. Let's speak to them first and see how things go."

His father was pleased with the answer.

Sakthi's Father: "That's all we wanted to hear. Her family has agreed to come next Sunday. We'll arrange everything at home. You don't have to pretend to be someone else or try to impress them with your money. Just be yourself, speak honestly, and give the girl a chance to express her thoughts. If this alliance is meant to work, it should begin with mutual respect."

Sakthi smiled and returned to his accounts.

For him, the proposal was a new chapter in life.

For Subha, it was an uncertain step into the future.

Neither of them knew how much the past would matter.

3. The Day of the Bride-Seeing Ceremony

The following Sunday, Subha's house was filled with activity from the morning.

Her mother had prepared sweets and snacks. Her father had arranged the seating in the living room, and relatives had arrived to help welcome the groom's family.

Subha stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom.

She wore a beautiful deep-maroon silk saree with a traditional golden border. The saree complemented her figure and gave her a graceful, mature appearance. A matching blouse fitted neatly at the shoulders and sleeves. Her long black hair had been combed carefully and left partly loose, with a few strands framing her face. Small gold earrings, a delicate chain, and a tiny bindi completed her look.

Her eyes were naturally expressive, and the light makeup around them made them look even more striking. A soft smile appeared on her lips whenever she looked at herself in the mirror, but it disappeared as soon as she remembered that a family was coming to assess her as a potential bride.

Her mother entered the room and looked at her daughter with affection.

Subha's Mother: "Subha, you look lovely today. I know you're nervous, and that's completely natural. Remember, you're not going there for an examination. You're meeting another family, just as they're coming to meet us. Don't worry about whether they'll like your appearance or whether you should say something impressive. Speak naturally, and don't hide your opinions. If Sakthi is a good man, he'll appreciate you for who you are, not just for how you look. Now come downstairs. They've arrived."

Subha took a deep breath and followed her mother.

A few minutes later, Sakthi entered the house with his parents.

He wore a neatly pressed light-blue shirt and dark trousers. His appearance was simple and well-groomed. After exchanging greetings, the families settled down in the living room.

Sakthi's mother was the first to speak.

Sakthi's Mother: "We've heard a lot of good things about your family, and we're happy that we've finally had the opportunity to meet you in person. Our son runs his own textile business, so most of his time goes into managing the shop. He's a responsible person, and we're now hoping to find someone who can become a good life partner for him. We don't believe that marriage should be decided only by looking at a person's salary, property, or family background. Character and understanding matter just as much. We would like the children to meet and speak a little before either family makes a decision."

Subha's father nodded appreciatively.

Subha's Father: "We feel the same way. Our daughter has grown up with a lot of affection, and naturally, we want her to be happy after marriage. We aren't looking for a family simply because they have money or a business. We want a son-in-law who understands that a wife has feelings, expectations, and opinions of her own. At the same time, we know that no marriage is perfect from the beginning. Both people need patience and understanding. If Sakthi and Subha are comfortable with each other, we will be happy to take this proposal forward."

After some general conversation, Subha was invited to sit with Sakthi at a comfortable distance while their parents continued talking nearby.

For a few moments, neither of them knew what to say.

Finally, Sakthi smiled.

Sakthi: "Subha, I know this situation can feel a little awkward. We're sitting here because our parents think we might be suitable for each other, but we're the ones who will have to live together if this marriage happens. So I'd rather speak honestly than try to impress you. I own a textile shop, and my work can be demanding. There are days when I have to stay late or deal with unexpected problems. I want to know what you're expecting from marriage. You don't have to give me an answer that you think I'll like. Tell me what you really feel."

Subha looked at him with a little more confidence.

Subha: "I'm glad you said that, Sakthi. I also think we should speak honestly. I understand that running a business takes time and effort. I wouldn't expect you to stop working or give up your responsibilities after marriage. But I would want us to make time for each other, even if it's only a little time every day. I believe a wife should support her husband, but I also believe a husband should support his wife. I don't want a marriage where two people live under the same roof but never understand what the other person is going through. I want friendship, trust, and respect between us."

Sakthi listened carefully.

Sakthi: "That's a fair expectation, Subha. I can't promise that every day will be easy, because business has its own problems. But I can promise that I'll try to make time for my family. I don't want my wife to feel that the shop is the only thing that matters to me. I also believe that misunderstandings should be discussed instead of allowing them to grow. If something bothers you, I would prefer that you tell me directly. And if I make a mistake, I hope you'll give me a chance to understand it and correct it."

Subha smiled slightly.

Subha: "That sounds reasonable. I don't expect anyone to be perfect. I only hope that we can speak openly without being afraid of each other's reactions. I may not agree with you about everything, and there may be times when you don't agree with me. But if we can sit down and talk, I think we can handle most problems. After all, we're not just choosing someone to attend family functions with. We're choosing the person who will be beside us through the ordinary days of life."

Their conversation continued for several minutes.

Although neither of them felt an immediate romantic attraction, they found it easy to speak to each other. Sakthi appreciated Subha's maturity, while Subha felt that he was more thoughtful than she had initially expected.

Eventually, their parents asked them to join the family again.

4. The Families Make Their Decision

After Subha and Sakthi returned to the living room, the elders began discussing the proposal more seriously.

Sakthi's Father: "We've had a good conversation today, and we're happy with what we've seen. Our son is willing to move forward with this alliance, provided Subha is also comfortable. We believe that both families have similar expectations about marriage. If your daughter agrees, we'd like to discuss the engagement and wedding arrangements. We don't want to delay matters unnecessarily, but we also don't want to rush without giving the children a chance to think."

Subha's father turned towards his daughter.

Subha's Father: "Subha, you've spoken to Sakthi, and you've had the opportunity to understand a little about him. We won't ask you to agree just because we're happy with the proposal. Tell us honestly whether you feel comfortable taking this forward. Whatever you say, we'll listen to you."

Subha looked at her parents, then at Sakthi.

Subha: "Appa, Amma, I think Sakthi is a sensible person. I liked the way he spoke about marriage, and I feel that we can understand each other if we both make an effort. I'm willing to go ahead with this alliance. I know that meeting someone once doesn't tell us everything about them, but I feel comfortable enough to take the next step."

A broad smile appeared on both families' faces.

Sakthi's mother immediately offered sweets to Subha.

Sakthi's Mother: "We're very happy to hear that, Subha. From today, please think of us as your own family. We know that there will be many new things for you to get used to after marriage, and we'll do our best to make you feel comfortable. We want you to come into our home with happiness, not fear. Let us discuss an engagement date that works for both families."

The elders began discussing auspicious dates, the engagement arrangements, and the possible wedding month.

The bride-seeing ceremony had ended successfully.

The arranged marriage was moving forward.

But somewhere far away, a man who knew nothing about this proposal was about to receive a phone call that would change his life in an entirely different way.

His name was Vishal.

5. Sakthi Calls His Best Friend

Vishal was twenty-nine years old and had been Sakthi's close friend for several years. Their friendship was built on trust, jokes, and countless conversations about work and life.

However, Vishal was currently abroad on a work-related assignment. He had left India before Sakthi's bride-seeing ceremony, and his schedule was packed with professional responsibilities.

He knew that Sakthi's parents were looking for a bride for him, but he had no idea who the girl was. Sakthi had not told him Subha's name, and Vishal had never seen her photograph.

That evening, after the families had agreed to proceed with the alliance, Sakthi called Vishal.

Vishal answered after a few rings.

Vishal: "Hey, Sakthi! What's going on, man? I was just about to call you. I've been caught up with work for the past few days, and I barely get any free time here. Tell me, how are things back home? Is the shop doing well? And what's happening with your marriage plans? Last time we spoke, you said your parents were arranging a bride-seeing ceremony. Don't tell me you've already found someone and are preparing to get married without even giving me a chance to tease you properly!"

Sakthi laughed at his friend's enthusiasm.

Sakthi: "You haven't changed at all, Vishal. Even when you're on the other side of the world, your first priority is finding a reason to tease me. Yes, the bride-seeing ceremony took place today, and things went well. The girl's name is Subha. She's twenty-eight, and her family seems good. We had a chance to speak, and I liked her attitude towards marriage. She's sensible, speaks clearly, and seems to understand the importance of mutual respect. Our families have agreed to move forward with the alliance, so the engagement will probably happen soon. If everything goes according to plan, the wedding may be arranged within the next few months."

Vishal sat up in his chair.

Vishal: "Wait a minute! You're telling me that you met a girl today, spoke to her for a little while, and now the families are already discussing the engagement? That's fast, even by arranged-marriage standards! But seriously, I'm happy for you, da. You've spent years building your business, and you've always said you wanted a partner who would understand your responsibilities. If you've found someone you feel comfortable with, I hope everything works out well. At least send me an invitation in advance. I don't want to find out about your wedding from somebody else's social media post!"

Sakthi: "Of course I'll invite you, you idiot! You're one of my closest friends. How can I get married without you being there? But there's one small problem. You're abroad, and you keep saying your work schedule is unpredictable. I don't know whether you'll be able to return when the wedding date is fixed. If you can't come, I'll never let you forget that you missed my wedding. I'll bring it up every time we speak for the next ten years!"

Vishal laughed loudly.

Vishal: "Listen carefully. I might be busy, but I'll do everything I can to attend your wedding. You're not just an ordinary friend to me. We've shared too many memories for me to miss such an important day. Once you have the date, tell me immediately. I'll speak to my office and see what arrangements I can make. And one more thing, I want to meet this mysterious Subha before you get married. At the very least, I should get to see the woman who's finally convinced my friend to settle down!"

Sakthi smiled, looking at the family members who were still discussing the engagement arrangements in the next room.

Sakthi: "You'll meet her when you come here for the wedding. There's no need to worry about anything now. I'm happy with how things have gone, and our families are happy too. For the moment, I just want to finish the engagement arrangements and concentrate on the shop. Once the wedding date is confirmed, you'll be the first person I call. Now tell me about your work. When are you coming back to India? You've been away for so long that we've almost forgotten what you look like!"

Vishal: "I'm hoping to finish this assignment soon, but I can't promise an exact date yet. There's still some work pending, and the company wants me to stay until everything is completed. I'll keep you updated. Don't worry about me, though. You focus on your marriage preparations. And Sakthi, I'm genuinely happy for you. I hope this new chapter brings you all the happiness you've been waiting for. When I return, we'll celebrate properly, and you can tell me every detail about how you met Subha and how the whole arrangement came together."

The two friends continued talking for a few more minutes before ending the call.

Sakthi returned to his family, unaware that his best friend's cheerful congratulations carried a hidden irony.

Vishal, meanwhile, returned to his work abroad.

He had no idea who Subha was.

He had no idea that the woman Sakthi was preparing to marry was the same woman he had once loved.

And he had absolutely no idea that, on the day of the wedding, he would be standing face-to-face with the woman he had never truly forgotten.

6. The Engagement

A few weeks later, both families gathered at a marriage hall for the engagement ceremony.

Subha wore a rich green silk saree with a gold border. Her long hair was decorated with jasmine flowers, and a delicate gold necklace rested against her neck. Her expressive eyes and warm smile drew the attention of the relatives who came to congratulate her.

Sakthi wore a cream-coloured shirt and a traditional veshti. He looked happy and confident as he sat beside Subha on the decorated stage.

The elders exchanged gifts, the rings were brought forward, and the engagement ceremony began.

Subha's father addressed the gathering.

Subha's Father: "Today is a very happy day for our family. We're pleased that our daughter Subha and Sakthi have agreed to begin this new chapter together. Marriage is not simply about two people exchanging rings in front of their relatives. It's about two people promising to stand beside each other when life is easy and when it becomes difficult. We pray that they will always treat each other with love, patience, and respect. On behalf of our family, I thank everyone who has come here to bless the couple."

Sakthi's father followed.

Sakthi's Father: "We're equally happy to welcome Subha into our family. From the day we first spoke to her parents, we felt that this alliance had the potential to become a good relationship between two families. Today, we're taking another important step towards their marriage. We hope that our children will build a life filled with happiness, understanding, and trust. We ask all of you to bless them and pray that their future together will be bright."

The rings were exchanged amid applause.

Subha and Sakthi smiled for the photographs as their relatives congratulated them.

After the ceremony, Sakthi found a quiet moment to speak to his fiancée.

Sakthi: "Subha, now that the engagement is over, everything suddenly feels more real. Until today, marriage was something our parents were discussing and arranging. But now, when I look at you sitting beside me, I realise that we're actually preparing to begin a life together. I know we still have a lot to learn about each other, and I don't want either of us to feel pressured to become a perfect husband or wife overnight. I want us to take our time, talk openly, and gradually build a relationship that makes both of us happy."

Subha: "I feel the same way, Sakthi. I'm happy that the engagement went well, and I'm looking forward to our wedding. At the same time, I know that marriage brings new responsibilities. We may have different habits, different expectations, and different ways of looking at things. I hope that we'll give each other enough time to adjust. I don't want us to pretend that everything is perfect just because we're engaged. I'd rather we remain honest with each other and learn how to become good partners as time goes by."

Sakthi nodded with a smile.

Neither of them noticed the shadow that their future was about to cast over their happiness.

7. The Wedding Day

The wedding day arrived sooner than everyone expected.

The marriage hall was beautifully decorated with flowers, traditional lamps, and colourful fabrics. Relatives moved from one place to another, photographers arranged their cameras, and the sound of the wedding music filled the hall.

Subha sat in the bridal room, dressed in a stunning traditional wedding saree. The rich silk fabric, intricate gold jewellery, and flowers woven into her long hair made her look radiant. Her face carried a mixture of happiness and nervousness as the women around her helped with the final arrangements.

Every detail of her appearance seemed to reflect the importance of the day. Her eyes were bright, her smile was gentle, and the traditional bridal decorations enhanced her natural beauty without taking away her simplicity.

Outside, Sakthi was welcoming relatives and checking the wedding arrangements.

Vishal's flight had landed earlier that morning. After completing the necessary formalities and travelling to the marriage hall, he arrived just as the preparations were reaching their busiest stage.

He was dressed in a dark formal suit, carrying a small travel bag. He had been looking forward to seeing Sakthi, congratulating him in person, and meeting the bride for the first time.

As he entered the hall, Sakthi spotted him immediately.

Sakthi: "Vishal! You actually made it, da! I honestly thought your work would keep you there until the last minute. I'm so happy you've come. You've arrived just in time, because the wedding ceremony will begin shortly. Come inside. I've been waiting to introduce you to everyone. You know how much your friendship means to me, and having you here today makes this occasion even more special. Come, let me take you closer to the stage so you can meet my family and my bride."

Vishal grinned and shook his friend's hand.

Vishal: "How could I miss your wedding, da? I had to rearrange my work, but I managed to get permission and catch the flight. I've been waiting for this day ever since you told me about the engagement. So, where is the famous Subha? You've spoken so much about how sensible and understanding she is, but you haven't even shown me a photograph. At this point, I'm beginning to suspect that you're deliberately keeping her hidden just so you can surprise me on the wedding day!"

Sakthi laughed and placed a hand on Vishal's shoulder.

Sakthi: "There's no big mystery, you fool! Everything happened so quickly, and between running the shop and arranging the wedding, I never got around to sending you her photograph. Anyway, you'll see her in a moment. She's getting ready in the bridal room, and the family will bring her to the stage shortly. Just wait here with me. Once the ceremony begins, I'll introduce you properly. Today is going to be one of the happiest days of my life, and I'm glad my best friend is standing beside me."

Vishal nodded and looked towards the decorated stage.

A few minutes later, the wedding music grew louder.

The relatives began moving towards their seats.

The bridal procession started.

And then Vishal saw her.

A woman in a magnificent wedding saree was walking towards the stage, surrounded by relatives. Her long hair was adorned with flowers, and her face carried the same beauty that had remained in his memories for years.

Vishal's smile disappeared.

His eyes widened.

His body became completely still.

For a moment, the sounds of the wedding hall seemed to fade away.

It was Subha.

The woman he had once loved.

The woman he had never expected to see again.

The woman who was now walking towards his best friend, dressed as his bride.

Vishal stared at her in disbelief, unable to understand how fate had brought them together in such a cruel and unexpected way.

Vishal (thinking): "Subha...? No, this can't be happening. Of all the people in the world, how could it be her? Sakthi's bride is Subha? The same Subha I loved? The same woman I thought I would never see again? Why didn't I know? Why didn't anyone tell me her name? How am I supposed to stand here and watch the woman I once loved marry my best friend?"

Subha reached the stage.

She looked up and noticed Vishal standing beside Sakthi.

For one brief moment, her eyes met his.

Her smile faded.

Recognition flashed across her face.

She stopped walking.

Sakthi, unaware of the storm that had suddenly erupted between the two people standing before him, turned towards his friend with a proud smile.

Sakthi: "Vishal, come here! I want you to meet my bride properly. This is Subha, the woman I've told you about. Subha, this is Vishal, my closest friend. He's been away abroad for work, and he travelled all the way back to India to attend our wedding. He's like a brother to me, and I'm really happy that he's here to share this important day with us."

Vishal could not answer.

He looked at Subha, then at Sakthi.

His best friend was standing beside the woman he had once loved, preparing to marry her.

Subha's hands trembled slightly as she tried to maintain her composure.

Neither of them spoke.

And Sakthi, still smiling, had no idea that the biggest secret of his wedding had just been revealed.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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Vishal stood beside Shaktil, trying desperately to control the emotions rising inside him. Only a few minutes earlier, he had arrived at the wedding hall with a smile, excited to celebrate his best friend's marriage. Now, he felt as though the ground beneath his feet had disappeared.

Shubha was the woman he had once loved.

He had never imagined that he would meet her again, especially not as the bride of his closest friend.

Shaktil, however, knew nothing about their past. He was happily occupied with the wedding rituals, welcoming relatives, and thanking everyone who had come to bless the couple.

Shaktil: "Vishal, why are you standing so quietly? You were talking nonstop when you arrived, and now you've suddenly become silent. I know you're tired after your journey, but I want you to enjoy this day with me. You've always been an important part of my life, and having you here means a lot to me. Come and sit with us. After the ceremony, we'll have plenty of time to talk."

Vishal: "Nothing, da. I'm just tired after the flight, and the wedding hall is crowded. Don't worry about me. You concentrate on your wedding. Today is your special day, and I don't want to disturb you with anything unnecessary. I'll sit with the other guests and join you whenever you need me."

Vishal forced a smile.

He could not tell Shaktil the truth. He could not tell his best friend that the woman standing beside him was the person who had once occupied his heart.

Across the stage, Shubha was equally disturbed.

She had recognized Vishal the moment she saw him. The familiar face brought back memories she had tried to put away for years. She remembered their conversations, their affection, the promises they had once made, and the circumstances that had separated them.

She had agreed to marry Shaktil through an arranged marriage. She had met him through her parents, spoken to him, and accepted the proposal because she believed he was a sensible and responsible man.

She had not known that Vishal was his closest friend.

Shubha (thinking): "Vishal... Why did you have to appear in my life again today? I thought those memories belonged to my past. I agreed to this marriage because I wanted to begin a new life, and Shaktil has done nothing wrong to me. He trusts Vishal completely, and he is happy about our marriage. How can I allow my old feelings to hurt two people who mean something different to me? I have to remain calm. Whatever happened between Vishal and me, I cannot forget that I am getting married today."

The wedding ceremony continued.

When Shaktil tied the sacred thread around Shubha's neck, everyone in the hall applauded. Her parents wiped away tears of happiness, while Bapu and Mai welcomed their new daughter-in-law with affection.

Vishal stood among the guests and watched the ceremony until the end.

Every smile felt painful. Every congratulation reminded him that Shubha was now his best friend's wife.

Yet he stayed.

He congratulated Shaktil, participated in the photographs, and behaved as though nothing had happened.

Vishal: "Congratulations, Shaktil. I genuinely wish you both a happy married life. I hope you and Shubha build a beautiful relationship filled with understanding and trust. You have always been a good friend to me, and I want to see you happy. Please take care of her and stand beside her through every difficulty. You deserve happiness, da, and I hope this marriage brings you everything you've been waiting for."

Shaktil: "Thank you, Vishal. Your wishes mean a lot to me. I hope you'll remain close to us even after the wedding. I know your work may take you abroad again, but whenever you're here, our home should feel like your own home. You've been part of my life for years, and I don't want marriage to change our friendship."

Vishal lowered his eyes.

He wondered whether he would ever be able to enter Shaktil's home without remembering the woman he had once loved.

But he nodded.

Vishal: "Of course, da. Our friendship isn't going to disappear because you've got married. I'll always wish you well."

That evening, the newly married couple left the marriage hall and travelled to Shaktil's family home.

Shubha sat beside her husband, looking out through the car window. Shaktil occasionally turned towards her with a smile, unaware of the emotional struggle taking place inside her.

Shaktil: "Shubha, it's been a long day, hasn't it? You've been surrounded by relatives since morning, and I know you're probably exhausted. Once we reach home, you can relax. My parents are looking forward to welcoming you properly, and I hope you'll feel comfortable there. I know moving into a new home and living with a new family can take time, so please don't feel that you have to adjust to everything immediately. We'll learn together."

Shubha: "Thank you, Shaktil. I'm tired, but I'm also relieved that everything went smoothly. I know this is a new beginning for both of us. I'll need some time to become familiar with the house, your family, and our daily routine. I hope we can speak openly whenever something troubles us. I may not understand everything immediately, but I'll try my best to make this marriage work."

Shaktil smiled warmly.

When they arrived, his father, Bapu, was waiting in the hall. His mother, Mai, came forward with a welcoming smile.

Bapu (Father-in-law, 55): "Welcome home, Shubha. From today, this is your home too. Don't stand there worrying about whether you're doing everything correctly. Every family has its own habits, and you'll understand ours little by little. I'm happy that Shaktil has found a sensible wife, and I hope you both build a peaceful life together. If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to tell us."

Mai (Mother-in-law, 52): "Come inside, dear. You must be exhausted after the wedding. I've arranged everything for you, and you don't have to worry about household responsibilities tonight. First, have something to eat and get some rest. From tomorrow, we'll slowly get to know each other better. I want you to feel that you have gained another mother here, not that you've left your own mother behind."

Shubha: "Thank you, Bapu. Thank you, Mai. Your words make me feel much more comfortable. I was nervous about entering a new home, but you've welcomed me so kindly. I'll do my best to respect this family and build a good relationship with everyone. I only hope that, with time, I can become as comfortable here as I was in my parents' house."

Mai affectionately touched Shubha's shoulder.

After dinner, the family members began making arrangements for the couple's first night.

The bedroom had been decorated with flowers. Fresh bedsheets covered the bed, and a small lamp illuminated the room. The atmosphere was quiet and peaceful, completely different from the crowded wedding hall.

Shubha entered the bedroom and sat near the edge of the bed.

For the first time that day, she was alone with Shaktil.

The thought made her nervous, not because he had frightened her, but because she knew that marriage brought emotional expectations she was still learning to understand.

Shaktil entered a few minutes later and closed the door gently.

Shaktil: "Shubha, I know this is a new experience for both of us. We've spoken about marriage, family, and our expectations, but now we're actually beginning our life together. I don't want you to feel that you must behave in a particular way simply because this is our first night. You can talk to me about anything, even if it's something you find difficult to say. I want us to begin our relationship with honesty and comfort rather than pressure."

Shubha looked at him appreciatively.

Shubha: "I'm glad you're saying that, Shaktil. I've been thinking about today and everything that's going to change in our lives. You're no longer just the man I met during the bride-seeing ceremony. You're my husband now, and I understand the responsibility that comes with that relationship. I want us to become close, but I also want us to understand each other gradually. Sometimes I may feel nervous, and I hope you'll give me the freedom to tell you how I feel without worrying that you'll misunderstand me."

Shaktil: "You don't have to be afraid of that, Shubha. I married you because I wanted a partner, not someone who feels she must hide her emotions from me. I know we haven't spent years together before marriage, and there are many things we still don't know about each other. We can learn them slowly. I want you to feel safe with me, and I want you to know that your feelings matter just as much as mine."

His words eased some of her tension.

They continued talking about their childhood memories, their families, their favourite foods, and the small things that made them happy. For a while, Shubha forgot the painful surprise of seeing Vishal at the wedding.

Then Shaktil moved a little closer and gently reached for her hand.

His touch was affectionate and tentative. He looked at her with the warmth of a husband who wanted to feel close to his wife.

But the moment he touched her, Vishal's face suddenly appeared in Shubha's mind.

She remembered the man standing silently at the wedding. She remembered the way their eyes had met. She remembered a chapter of her life that she had believed was over.

Her heart became unsettled.

She gently withdrew her hand.

Shaktil: "Shubha, is something wrong? You've suddenly become quiet, and you seem worried. Did I do anything that made you uncomfortable? If I did, please tell me. I don't want you to sit here feeling distressed while I'm completely unaware of what's going on in your mind."

Shubha struggled to find the right words.

Shubha: "I'm sorry, Shaktil. You haven't done anything wrong. You've been very kind to me, and I appreciate that. But today has been emotionally exhausting, and I'm finding it difficult to settle down. I need a little time to feel comfortable with everything. Can we please leave things here for tonight and just talk for a while longer? I don't want to pretend that I'm ready when my mind is still unsettled."

Shaktil looked at her carefully.

Shaktil: "Of course, Shubha. You don't need to apologize for telling me how you feel. We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with. I would rather spend the night talking to you and helping you feel relaxed than make you feel pressured. Our marriage isn't going to be decided by what happens on the first night. We have many years ahead of us, and we'll move forward together when we're both comfortable."

Shubha felt a mixture of relief and guilt.

She was relieved that Shaktil had understood her, but she also felt guilty because she knew the real reason behind her confusion was connected to Vishal.

She did not want to hurt her husband. She did not want to return to the past. Yet she could not immediately silence the memories that had suddenly returned.

Shubha (thinking): "Shaktil deserves honesty, affection, and respect. He has trusted me without knowing anything about my past. I cannot blame him for a situation he didn't create. Vishal has returned unexpectedly, but that doesn't mean I should allow the past to decide my future. I need to understand my own feelings before they cause pain to everyone around me."

The couple continued talking until late into the night.

There was no argument, no accusation, and no demand for explanations.

Eventually, they settled down to rest, with Shaktil giving his wife the space she needed.

Their first night had not begun as either of them might have imagined, but it had taught them something important: a marriage needed patience as much as affection.

9. A New Morning in Her Husband's House

The next morning, sunlight entered the bedroom through the curtains.

Shubha woke up before Shaktil and remained quiet for a few minutes. The previous day's events returned to her mind one after another: the wedding, Vishal's unexpected appearance, her husband's kindness, and the conversation they had shared during their first night.

She turned towards Shaktil, who was still asleep.

He had not questioned her further or demanded an explanation. His patience made her feel grateful, but it also increased her sense of responsibility towards him.

After getting ready, she wore a simple saree and went downstairs.

Mai was already in the kitchen, preparing breakfast.

Mai (Mother-in-law, 52): "Good morning, Shubha. Did you sleep well? I was going to let you rest a little longer because yesterday must have been exhausting. You don't have to wake up early every day just to impress us. Everyone takes time to adjust after marriage. Come and sit with me for a while. I'll show you where everything is kept, and we can have breakfast together before the others come downstairs."

Shubha: "Good morning, Mai. I slept reasonably well, thank you. I woke up early because I wasn't used to sleeping in a new place, and I thought I could help you with something. But I don't know your kitchen arrangements yet, so I didn't want to disturb anything. Please tell me what I can do. I want to become familiar with the house and learn everyone's routine without making things difficult for you."

Mai smiled.

Mai: "There's no need to be so formal with me, dear. If you want to help, you can, but you should also take care of yourself. Shaktil has spent years managing the shop and looking after his own responsibilities, so our routine can sometimes be busy. We don't expect you to understand everything on the first day. If something confuses you, ask me. There's no reason to feel shy."

Bapu entered the dining area a few minutes later.

Bapu (Father-in-law, 55): "Good morning, Shubha. I hope you're feeling comfortable here. Yesterday was a big day for all of us, and I know that the wedding celebrations can be tiring. Shaktil is a hardworking fellow, but he sometimes becomes so occupied with his shop that he forgets to take proper breaks. You may have to remind him to eat on time. At the same time, don't take every responsibility upon yourself. Both of you should look after each other."

Shubha: "Good morning, Bapu. I'll try to make sure we both maintain a good routine. I know Shaktil has many responsibilities, and I want to support him. But I also believe that a family should share its happiness and difficulties. I hope we can all speak openly and help one another whenever necessary."

Bapu nodded approvingly.

Soon, Shaktil came downstairs.

He looked at Shubha with a gentle smile, and she returned it. Although the previous night had been emotionally complicated, she wanted to give their relationship a fair chance.

Shaktil: "Good morning, Shubha. I hope you managed to get some rest. I was thinking about our conversation last night, and I want you to know that there's no need to worry about it. You don't have to explain anything before you're ready. We can take things slowly and understand each other as we go along. For now, let's have breakfast together and make today a relaxed day for both of us."

Shubha: "Good morning, Shaktil. Thank you for understanding me. I know we are still learning about each other, and I don't want a difficult moment to become a problem between us. I want to build a good relationship with you. If we continue to be patient and speak openly, I believe we'll gradually become more comfortable together."

They sat down for breakfast with Bapu and Mai.

The conversation turned to the textile shop, the wedding expenses, and the relatives who had attended the ceremony.

For a little while, Shubha felt that she could manage her new life.

Then the doorbell rang.

Mai got up to answer it.

A moment later, she returned with a familiar young man standing behind her.

It was Vishal.

Shubha's fingers tightened around her glass of water.

She had known that Vishal was Shaktil's close friend, but she had not expected him to visit so soon after the wedding.

Vishal entered the room, trying to maintain a natural expression.

Vishal: "Good morning, everyone. I hope I'm not disturbing your breakfast. I thought I'd come and spend some time with Shaktil before I get busy with my own arrangements. I have to take care of a few things after returning from abroad, but I didn't want to leave without visiting him properly. Congratulations once again to the newly married couple. I hope the wedding celebrations haven't left you both completely exhausted."

Shaktil: "Vishal! Come in, da. You're never a disturbance here. In fact, I was wondering when you'd come over. Sit down and have breakfast with us. You've travelled a long way, and we haven't had a proper chance to talk since the wedding. I want to hear about your work abroad, your plans, and how long you're thinking of staying in India this time."

Vishal sat down.

For a moment, his eyes moved towards Shubha.

She immediately looked away, pretending to be occupied with her breakfast.

Vishal: "I'll be here for a little while, depending on what happens with my work. I wanted to see you before making any other plans. You've got married now, and I suppose your days are going to be different. You'll have the shop, your family, and your wife to think about. I hope you don't forget your old friends completely. At least save a little time for us whenever possible."

Shaktil: "Don't worry, da. Marriage doesn't mean I'll stop being your friend. But yes, my responsibilities will increase, and I'll have to manage my time better. I also want to make sure Shubha feels comfortable in our home. She's just joined our family, and I don't want her to feel neglected because I'm busy with work. I'll try to balance everything properly."

Shubha listened quietly.

Every time Shaktil spoke affectionately about his marriage, she felt the weight of the secret she was carrying.

Vishal, meanwhile, was struggling to behave normally in front of his friend. He wanted to speak to Shubha, but he knew he had no right to demand a private conversation or disturb her new life.

Mai offered him some breakfast.

Mai: "Vishal, please eat something before you leave. Shaktil has told us many stories about your friendship. He says you've been there for him during difficult times, and we're happy that he has a friend like you. You should visit us whenever you're in town. Now that Shaktil is married, we hope you'll continue to be part of our family gatherings."

Vishal: "Thank you, Mai. That's very kind of you. Shaktil has always treated me like family, and I've always considered his happiness important. I'll certainly visit whenever I can. I hope I can get to know everyone better now that I'm back."

Shubha finally looked up.

Their eyes met for a second.

Vishal's expression softened, but Shubha quickly looked towards Mai.

Shaktil: "Shubha, this is Vishal, my closest friend. I know you've already met him at the wedding, but you didn't get a chance to speak properly. He's been abroad for work, so we haven't spent much time together recently. I hope both of you will feel comfortable around each other. Vishal has always been important to me, and I want my family and friends to get along well."

Shubha forced herself to speak calmly.

Shubha: "It's nice to see you again, Vishal. I hope your journey went well. Please have your breakfast. I'm sure you must have many things to take care of after returning from abroad."

Vishal: "Thank you, Shubha. The journey was fine. I hope you're settling in comfortably and that everyone is treating you well."

Shubha: "Yes, everyone has been kind to me. I'm still getting used to the new house and the daily routine, but I think that will take some time. I'm grateful that Shaktil and his parents have welcomed me so warmly."

The exchange was brief and polite.

To anyone else, they appeared to be two people meeting through a mutual friend.

Only they knew how much effort it took to speak those ordinary words.

After breakfast, Shaktil received a call from his textile shop. One of his employees needed clarification about a delivery, and Shaktil stepped into another room to handle the matter.

Bapu went outside to speak to a visitor, while Mai returned to the kitchen.

For the first time since Vishal had arrived, Shubha and Vishal found themselves alone in the living room.

Neither spoke immediately.

Vishal looked at her with years of unanswered questions in his eyes.

Vishal: "Shubha, I honestly don't know what to say. When I came to the wedding, I was expecting to congratulate my best friend and meet the woman he had chosen to marry. I never imagined that I would see you standing there as his bride. I was shocked, and I couldn't even ask you a single question. I have spent the last few days thinking about that moment. I know this isn't the place for me to question your decisions, but I need to understand one thing. Did you know that Shaktil was my friend before you agreed to marry him, or was this just as unexpected for you as it was for me?"

Shubha took a slow breath.

Shubha: "Vishal, I didn't know. My parents introduced me to Shaktil's family through an arranged-marriage proposal. I met him, spoke to him, and agreed because I believed he was a good person. Nobody told me that you were his closest friend, and I had never seen a photograph of you with him. I found out the truth only when I saw you at the wedding. You have to understand that I was shocked too. But by then, I was already dressed as his bride, and the wedding ceremony was about to begin. I couldn't stop everything and explain a past that nobody else knew about."

Vishal lowered his head.

Vishal: "I understand. I shouldn't blame you for something neither of us knew. But seeing you again brought back feelings I thought I had buried. I remembered the way we used to talk, the plans we made, and how everything ended between us. For a moment, I wanted to ask you why things had happened the way they did. Then I looked at Shaktil, and I realised that I couldn't make this about myself. He's my best friend, and he trusts me. I don't want to betray that trust, but I also don't know how to deal with what I'm feeling."

Shubha's expression became serious.

Shubha: "Vishal, listen to me carefully. I understand that seeing me again has been painful, and I'm not pretending that our past meant nothing. There was a time when you were important to me, and I cannot erase those memories simply because my life has changed. But we cannot allow our old relationship to become a wound in Shaktil's marriage. He has done nothing wrong. He has welcomed me into his life with trust, and he considers you a brother. If you care about me at all, please don't put me in a position where I have to choose between an old memory and the responsibilities I have accepted today."

Vishal remained silent.

Her words were painful, but he knew she was speaking honestly.

Shubha: "I'm not asking you to pretend that you have no feelings. You cannot control every emotion that comes into your mind. But you can control what you do with those feelings. Don't let your pain make you act in a way that could destroy your friendship with Shaktil or hurt his family. We both have a past, Vishal, but our past doesn't give us the right to interfere with the lives we've built now. You need to give yourself time to accept that."

Vishal: "You're right, Shubha. I think I was so shocked at the wedding that I didn't know how to separate my memories from the reality in front of me. I kept wondering whether I should talk to you, whether I should avoid you, or whether I should tell Shaktil something. But now I understand that acting on my confusion could make things worse. I don't want to hurt him, and I don't want to make your life difficult. I'll respect your marriage and keep our conversations appropriate. I need to learn to move forward instead of holding on to something that has already ended."

Shubha felt a small sense of relief.

Shubha: "That's all I'm asking, Vishal. You don't have to become a stranger overnight, and you don't have to pretend that we never knew each other. But we must understand our boundaries. Be Shaktil's friend as you always have been. Support him, share his happiness, and don't allow the past to come between you. If you feel upset, take some time for yourself instead of making an emotional decision. I genuinely want you to find peace and happiness in your own life."

Vishal nodded slowly.

Vishal: "I'll remember what you've said. I can't promise that every memory will disappear immediately, but I can promise that I won't deliberately create problems in your marriage. I'll respect Shaktil, and I'll respect you. I think I needed to hear this from you because I was allowing my emotions to control my thinking. Thank you for speaking honestly instead of pretending that you didn't recognize me."

Footsteps sounded in the corridor.

Shaktil returned to the living room, smiling as he put his phone away.

Shaktil: "Sorry, da. The shop called about a delivery, and I had to clear up a small issue. What were you both talking about? I hope you weren't getting bored sitting here. Vishal, if you have time, stay for lunch. We can talk properly after I've finished a few things."

Shubha and Vishal exchanged one brief glance.

Vishal: "We were just talking about how difficult it can be to settle into a new routine after a big change in life. I was telling Shubha that she should take her time adjusting to the family. Don't worry, da. I wasn't planning to leave immediately. I'll stay a little longer if I'm not disturbing you."

Shaktil smiled, completely unaware of the emotional conversation that had taken place.

Shaktil: "You're never a disturbance, Vishal. You're family to me. I hope you both get along well, because I want the people closest to me to feel comfortable around one another."

Shubha lowered her eyes.

She wanted to believe that the past could remain where it belonged.

But she knew that seeing Vishal again had awakened feelings and questions she would have to face honestly.

For now, she had made her decision.

She would protect her marriage, respect her husband, and refuse to let an unexpected reunion dictate her future.

[Sivamurugan 85]

Lunch was served a little later.

Bapu sat at the head of the dining table, while Mai brought the remaining dishes from the kitchen. Shaktil and Vishal sat together, discussing old memories and the changes that had taken place since Vishal went abroad.

Shubha served the food and listened quietly.

She was relieved that Vishal had agreed to respect her marriage, but she still felt nervous whenever he looked in her direction. She worried that a small expression or an innocent conversation might reveal that they had known each other long before the wedding.

Bapu (Father-in-law, 55): "Vishal, it's good to see you spending time with Shaktil again. He has always spoken highly of your friendship. Young people nowadays are busy with their own lives, and it's not easy to maintain a friendship for so many years. I hope you continue to support each other, especially now that Shaktil has taken on new family responsibilities. A good friend is someone who offers advice when needed and stands beside you during difficult times."

Vishal: "You're right, Bapu. Shaktil and I have shared many experiences, and I value our friendship. I know his responsibilities will be different now, but that doesn't mean our friendship has to change. I'll always wish him well, and whenever he needs my support, I'll try to be there for him."

Mai (Mother-in-law, 52): "That's nice to hear, Vishal. Shaktil may not always say what is troubling him, especially when the shop becomes busy. Sometimes he keeps everything to himself because he doesn't want to worry others. Now that he's married, I hope he learns to share his thoughts with Shubha as well. A peaceful home depends on people being willing to listen to one another."

Shaktil: "Amma, I'm not that bad! I know I can become too focused on the shop, but I'm trying to change. I don't want Shubha to feel that she has to compete with my work for my attention. I'll do my best to make time for her and ensure that we share our responsibilities. Marriage is a new chapter, and I want to handle it properly."

Shubha: "I appreciate that, Shaktil. I know your business is important, and I don't expect you to abandon your responsibilities. I only hope that we can maintain a balance between work and family. Even a short conversation at the end of a busy day can make a difference when two people genuinely care about understanding each other."

Vishal listened to her words.

He remembered how they had once spoken about their future. The familiarity of her voice made him feel sad again, but he reminded himself of the promise he had made.

He would not allow his emotions to interfere with her marriage.

After lunch, Bapu went outside to attend to some work, and Mai began clearing the dining table. Shaktil received another call from the shop.

Shaktil: "Vishal, I need to speak to my employee for a few minutes. There's a small issue with tomorrow's stock delivery. Please make yourself comfortable. Shubha, could you show him where the water is kept? I'll be back shortly, and then we can all sit together."

Shubha: "Of course. I'll show him."

Vishal followed Shubha into the adjoining sitting area.

She placed a glass of water on the table and stood at a comfortable distance from him.

For a moment, both were silent.

Vishal: "Shubha, I wanted to thank you for what you said earlier. I know it wasn't easy for you to speak so directly, especially when you've only just entered your husband's family. I've been thinking about your advice, and I realise that I was focusing too much on my own shock. I kept thinking about what I had lost without considering the life you have now. You were right to remind me that my feelings are my responsibility, not something you should have to solve for me."

Shubha: "I'm glad you've understood that, Vishal. I don't want you to think that I'm denying our past or saying that you have no right to feel sad. We were once close, and those memories may remain with both of us. But remembering something and trying to bring it back are two different things. I have entered a marriage with a man who trusts me, and I must give that relationship a fair chance. I want you to do the same for yourself. Don't spend the rest of your life measuring every new experience against what happened between us."

Vishal looked at her thoughtfully.

Vishal: "Sometimes I wonder whether I should have tried harder when we were together. Perhaps there were things I could have handled differently. Seeing you today made me question all those old decisions. But I know that repeatedly asking what might have happened won't change the present. I need to accept that our lives have taken different directions. I don't want to become someone who lives only in memories and misses every opportunity in front of him."

Shubha: "That's a good way to look at it. If you believe there were mistakes in your past, learn from them. Don't use them to punish yourself forever. You have your own future, your own work, and the opportunity to build a meaningful relationship with someone when you're ready. You deserve to be happy too, Vishal, but that happiness cannot depend on me returning to a relationship I have already left behind. You need to find a way forward that belongs to you."

He nodded slowly.

Vishal: "I'll try. I think I was afraid that accepting your marriage would mean admitting that the most important part of my past was completely over. But perhaps accepting it is the only way I can stop hurting myself. I won't interfere with your relationship, and I won't ask you to explain decisions you've already made. I'll be careful about our conversations, and I won't put you in an uncomfortable position. You can trust me to respect the life you're building with Shaktil."

Shubha's expression softened.

Shubha: "Thank you for saying that. I don't want us to carry bitterness towards each other. We cannot change what happened years ago, and we don't need to turn those memories into something ugly. We can acknowledge that our lives once crossed and still accept that we have different responsibilities now. Please don't isolate yourself or make a sudden decision because you're upset. Give yourself time, focus on your work, and speak to someone you trust if you feel overwhelmed. You don't have to solve every feeling in a single day."

Vishal gave a faint smile.

Vishal: "You haven't changed as much as I thought, Shubha. Even now, when you're the one facing a difficult situation, you're still trying to make sure that I don't make a mistake. I'll listen to you. I'll give myself time, and I'll stop expecting the past to provide answers for everything happening in my present. I can't promise that seeing you will never hurt, but I can promise that I won't turn that hurt into a problem for you or Shaktil."

Shubha: "That's enough for now. You don't need to prove anything to me. Just keep your word to yourself. Be a good friend to Shaktil, and let him enjoy his married life without suspicion or unnecessary complications. He has welcomed you into his home because he trusts you. Please protect that trust. And when you eventually return abroad or begin a new chapter of your life, do it because you want to move forward, not because you're trying to escape your feelings."

Vishal took a deep breath.

For the first time since the wedding, he felt that his thoughts had become a little clearer.

Vishal: "I understand, Shubha. I'll respect your marriage and keep my friendship with Shaktil honest. I won't ask you to meet me secretly, and I won't create situations that could cause misunderstandings between you and your husband. If we happen to speak in the future, I'll remember the boundaries you've explained. I need to accept reality rather than make life harder for everyone because I'm struggling to accept it."

Shubha nodded.

She had not expected the conversation to remove all the pain, but she was grateful that Vishal was willing to listen.

At that moment, Shaktil returned.

Shaktil: "There you are! I thought I would have to come searching for both of you. The shop issue is sorted out now. Vishal, are you staying for the evening, or do you have other plans? We could go out for tea later and catch up properly. There are so many things I want to ask you about your time abroad."

Vishal: "I can stay for a little while longer, da. We were just talking about life, work, and adjusting to new responsibilities. Shubha gave me some sensible advice about accepting changes instead of worrying too much about things that cannot be changed. I think I needed to hear that today."

Shaktil laughed.

Shaktil: "That sounds exactly like Shubha. I've only been married for a short time, but I'm already discovering that she thinks carefully before she speaks. Perhaps I should start asking her for advice whenever the shop gives me trouble! In any case, I'm glad you're both getting along. It makes me happy to know that my wife and my closest friend can speak comfortably with each other."

Shubha smiled, though a small ache remained inside her.

Shubha: "Vishal has been respectful, Shaktil. I think it's important for people to listen to one another, especially when life brings unexpected situations. We cannot control every event that happens around us, but we can choose how we respond to it. I hope our home will always be a place where people can speak honestly without hurting one another."

Shaktil: "I agree with you completely. I want our home to be peaceful, and I want everyone in my life to feel respected. I know marriage will have its challenges, but I believe we can handle them if we remain patient and honest. I don't expect everything to be perfect. I only want us to keep trying to understand each other."

Vishal looked at his friend and then at Shubha.

He realised that the two people standing before him were beginning a life together. Whatever his personal feelings might be, he had no right to turn their happiness into a source of pain.

He stood up and placed a hand on Shaktil's shoulder.

Vishal: "Shaktil, I should probably leave soon. I've enjoyed spending time with you today, and I'm happy to see that you're settling into married life. Remember that you can always call me if you need anything. I may not be able to solve every problem, but I'll always listen. Take good care of Shubha, and make sure you both have time for yourselves despite the responsibilities of the shop."

Shaktil: "Thank you, da. I appreciate that. Come whenever you can, and don't disappear for months without calling me. Now that you're back in India, I expect you to stay in touch. I'll call you later this evening if I finish the shop work early."

Vishal turned towards Shubha.

Vishal: "Take care, Shubha. I hope you have a happy married life. I meant what I said earlier. I'll respect your decisions and give myself time to move forward. You don't need to worry about me creating difficulties for you. I wish you and Shaktil the best."

Shubha: "Thank you, Vishal. I hope you find peace and happiness too. Please take care of yourself, and don't let one painful surprise make you lose faith in your future. Life can still bring good things when we allow ourselves to move forward."

Vishal left the house.

Shubha watched him walk away before turning back towards the living room.

Shaktil came beside her.

Shaktil: "Shubha, are you all right? You've seemed a little thoughtful since Vishal arrived. I know the wedding and the move have been tiring, but if anything is troubling you, you can talk to me. I may not understand everything immediately, but I'll listen. I don't want you to feel that you have to carry every worry alone just because you're my wife."

Shubha looked at her husband.

She knew that she could not allow her confusion to continue indefinitely. Shaktil deserved a marriage in which both partners could gradually build trust and emotional closeness.

Shubha: "I'm all right, Shaktil. Seeing someone unexpectedly can bring back old memories, and sometimes it takes a little time to settle your thoughts. But I don't want those memories to decide how I live today. I'm grateful for the way you've treated me, especially when I felt nervous last night. I want to keep getting to know you and build our relationship with patience and honesty. I hope we'll continue to give each other the space and understanding we need."

Shaktil gently smiled.

Shaktil: "That's all I want too, Shubha. We don't have to understand every part of each other immediately. We'll take things one day at a time, and whenever something worries either of us, we'll try to talk about it. I want our marriage to become a relationship in which we can both feel comfortable, respected, and happy. We have only just begun, and I'm looking forward to discovering the person you are as we share our lives."

Shubha returned his smile.

For the first time that day, she felt a little more hopeful about the future.

Her past with Vishal had been real, and she could not erase it from her memories. But she could choose not to let it control her actions.

Vishal had promised to respect her marriage.

Shaktil had shown her patience and kindness.

And Shubha knew that the next chapter of her life would depend on the choices she made from that moment onwards.

The past had returned unexpectedly, but it did not have to determine the future.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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[Sivamurugan 85]

The days passed quietly after Vishal's visit to Shaktil's house. Although Shubha had tried to put her past behind her, the unexpected reunion had left several unanswered questions in her heart. She continued to behave affectionately towards Shaktil, hoping that their relationship would grow stronger with time. Shaktil, meanwhile, was busy managing his textile business, and his attention remained divided between his shop and his newly married life.

One evening, Bapu and Mai called the newlyweds into the living room.

Bapu (Father-in-law, 55): "Shaktil, you and Shubha have been occupied with family responsibilities and the arrangements following your wedding. I think it is time you both took a short break from your usual routine and spent some quality time together. Marriage is not only about fulfilling responsibilities towards the family; it is also about understanding your partner, discovering each other's interests, and creating memories that will remain precious for years. Why don't you plan a honeymoon trip somewhere beautiful? You can leave the shop in the hands of your trusted employees for a few days. We will manage things here, so you don't need to worry about the business."

Shaktil: "That's a good suggestion, Bapu, and I understand why you want us to travel. However, you know how much attention the shop requires, especially when new stock arrives and customers expect everything to be available. I usually prefer spending my free time quietly rather than travelling to crowded places. Still, Shubha has only recently become part of our family, and I don't want her to feel that her wishes are unimportant to me. If she wants to go somewhere, I'll arrange the trip and make sure she has a comfortable experience."

Mai (Mother-in-law, 52): "Shaktil, a honeymoon is not simply a holiday that you arrange because your parents suggest it. It is an opportunity for you and Shubha to understand each other away from the usual family environment. You may be comfortable spending most of your time at the shop, but she deserves some special memories with you as well. Take her somewhere pleasant, participate in a few activities together, and make an effort to enjoy yourselves. You don't have to spend a fortune or visit an expensive destination. What matters most is the time you give each other."

Shubha listened with a shy smile. She had secretly hoped that Shaktil would suggest a honeymoon himself, and Mai's words made her feel encouraged.

Shubha: "Amma, I would really like to go somewhere with Shaktil. I don't need an expensive holiday or anything extraordinary. I simply want us to spend a few days together without constantly thinking about the shop, household duties, or other responsibilities. We could visit a beautiful hill station or a peaceful resort where we can walk around, enjoy the scenery, and participate in some activities. I believe that when two people spend time together in a new environment, they discover things about each other that they might not notice during their ordinary daily routine."

Shaktil looked at his wife and smiled.

Shaktil: "All right, Shubha. You have convinced me. Let's choose a comfortable resort and spend a few days there. I may not be enthusiastic about crowded games or organised competitions, but I'll try to make the trip enjoyable for you. Tell me what kind of place you prefer, and we can plan the arrangements together. I want you to enjoy our honeymoon rather than spend the entire time wondering whether I am happy to be there."

Shubha's face brightened.

Shubha: "Thank you, Shaktil. I know you have your own preferences, and I don't expect you to become a different person just because we're travelling together. I only hope you'll occasionally join me in the things I enjoy, just as I will try to understand the things that matter to you. We can compromise and discover a balance that suits both of us. Perhaps this trip will give us a wonderful beginning and help us become more comfortable with each other."

Within the next few days, Shaktil arranged a honeymoon package at a beautiful resort near a popular hill station. The hotel was known for its scenic gardens, comfortable rooms, romantic dining arrangements, and special honeymoon activities for newly married couples.

What Shubha did not know was that Vishal had also learned about their destination.

He had never forgotten his promise to respect her marriage. Yet the thought of Shubha spending several days with Shaktil stirred emotions he had been trying desperately to control. When an opportunity arose to attend a business meeting in the same region, he decided to travel there. He told himself that his visit was strictly related to work and that he would maintain a respectful distance from the newlyweds.

However, a small part of him secretly hoped that seeing Shubha again might give him another chance to speak about the feelings he had never completely overcome.

The Honeymoon Begins

The morning of their departure arrived.

Shubha had packed her clothes, toiletries, and a few accessories the previous night. She stood in front of the mirror, adjusting her earrings, while Shaktil checked the travel arrangements on his phone.

Shubha: "Shaktil, have you packed everything you need? I have checked our hotel reservation twice, and I have kept the identification documents safely inside my handbag. I also packed a few comfortable dresses because I thought we might go for evening walks or participate in some of the activities arranged by the resort. I am genuinely excited about this trip. For once, we can leave our usual responsibilities behind and spend some uninterrupted time together. I hope you won't spend the entire journey answering calls from the shop."

Shaktil: "I have packed everything, and I promise to keep my business calls to a minimum. I cannot guarantee that I won't check the shop's messages occasionally, because I have always been particular about my work, but I'll try to give you my attention. We have arranged for the senior employee to handle most of the routine matters. If something urgent happens, I'll deal with it briefly and return to our plans. Now, are you ready? Our cab will arrive shortly, and I don't want us to begin our honeymoon by rushing around the house."

Shubha laughed softly.

Shubha: "I am ready, and I am looking forward to seeing how you behave when there is no shop nearby to distract you. Perhaps I'll discover that my serious husband has a playful side that he has been hiding from everyone. Don't worry; I won't force you to participate in every activity. But if the hotel announces any interesting competitions for couples, I will definitely ask you to join me. You should at least give me a chance to win a prize with my husband standing beside me."

Shaktil: "You are already making plans for competitions before we have even reached the hotel! Let us first arrive safely, have lunch, and settle into our room. I prefer a peaceful holiday, Shubha, and I don't particularly enjoy performing in front of strangers or competing in silly games. However, I know you enjoy such things, so I'll consider participating if the activities are simple enough. Just don't expect me to become an enthusiastic contestant overnight."

Their journey was pleasant, and by afternoon they reached the resort.

The hotel stood amid green hills, with flowering plants lining the entrance and a broad garden extending towards a swimming pool. Couples were arriving from different parts of the country, and the staff welcomed the newlyweds with refreshing drinks and a small decorative arrangement in their room.

Shubha was delighted.

Shubha: "Shaktil, look at this place! The garden is beautiful, and the view from our balcony is even better than I imagined. I can already picture us walking around in the evening and enjoying the cool breeze. The room is lovely, and the staff have made a genuine effort to welcome us. I am glad we chose this resort instead of staying somewhere ordinary. I feel as though we have stepped away from our usual lives for a little while, and I want to make the most of every moment we spend here together."

Shaktil: "The place is certainly beautiful, and I am glad you like it. Let us unpack, freshen up, and have something to eat before exploring the resort. I would also like to check the arrangements for tomorrow, because we may want to visit the nearby viewpoint if the weather is pleasant. You can decide which places you want to see, and we will work out a schedule that doesn't make the trip exhausting. I want us to enjoy ourselves without turning the holiday into another list of responsibilities."

After resting for a while, they went down to the reception area, where a hotel employee announced a special programme for honeymoon couples.

Hotel Coordinator: "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to our honeymoon celebration programme. Tonight, we are introducing a series of five friendly competitions designed especially for newly married couples. The activities will include a partner quiz, a memory challenge, a blindfolded identification game, a teamwork task, and a final couple's challenge. Each competition will award points, and the couples who perform best will receive small prizes and a special dinner voucher. Participation is entirely voluntary, so you are welcome to join whichever activities interest you."

Shubha immediately turned towards Shaktil.

Shubha: "Did you hear that, Shaktil? Five competitions for honeymoon couples! This is exactly the kind of activity I was talking about during our journey. We don't have to win every event, but it would be fun to participate and discover how well we understand each other. Imagine if we won the final prize and received a romantic dinner voucher. It would become one of our first special memories as husband and wife. Please join me, even if you are not particularly interested in competitions."

Shaktil: "Shubha, I knew you would be excited as soon as you heard the announcement. I am not trying to spoil your happiness, but I honestly don't see the attraction of standing before a crowd and answering questions about our private lives. We have come here to relax and enjoy our honeymoon, not to prove to other people how well we know each other. If you genuinely want to participate, I will accompany you, but please don't become disappointed if I don't perform with the same enthusiasm as the other husbands."

Shubha: "I understand that you don't enjoy these things, but I would appreciate it if you made a little effort for me. I am not asking you to entertain the crowd or behave in a way that makes you uncomfortable. Just stand beside me, listen to the instructions, and participate sincerely. Sometimes the value of an activity lies not in winning but in doing something together. I have spent so much time adjusting to a new family and learning your routines that I would love to have a few moments when we can simply be a young couple enjoying ourselves."

Shaktil hesitated before agreeing.

Shaktil: "All right, Shubha. We will participate in the competitions you want to try, but I want you to remember that I am doing this because I care about your happiness, not because I suddenly enjoy public games. I will answer the questions honestly and do my best, although I may not be as energetic as the other contestants. If we win, we will celebrate, and if we lose, we can still enjoy the rest of the evening together. That seems like a fair arrangement, doesn't it?"

Shubha nodded happily.

Neither of them noticed a man standing near the reception desk, watching the proceedings from a distance.

It was Vishal.

He had checked into another room at the same resort earlier that afternoon. When he saw Shubha standing beside Shaktil, wearing a cheerful expression, he felt a sharp ache in his chest.

He forced himself to look away.

Vishal (thinking): "I promised myself that I would respect her marriage, and I must remember that promise even when my emotions become difficult to control. She looks happy to be here with Shaktil, and I should be grateful that she has the opportunity to build a new life. I have no right to expect her to look at me the way she once did. Still, seeing her in a place like this brings back memories of the future we once imagined together. I need to keep my distance and concentrate on the business meeting that brought me here. Whatever happens, I must not become the reason for another person's unhappiness."

The Five Honeymoon Competitions

The first competition was a partner quiz.

Each couple had to answer questions about their spouse's favourite food, preferred holiday destination, daily habits, and personal interests. Shubha answered most of the questions enthusiastically, while Shaktil occasionally hesitated because he had never paid much attention to such details about himself.

Hotel Coordinator: "Our first competition is about how well you know your partner. There are no trick questions, and you should answer according to what you genuinely believe. Remember, the purpose is to learn something about each other, not to argue over who knows more. Sometimes a wrong answer can lead to an interesting conversation, so enjoy the process and don't take the scores too seriously."

When it was Shubha's turn, she answered several questions correctly. Shaktil, however, gave a different answer when asked about her favourite way to spend a holiday.

Shubha: "Shaktil, you should have known that I prefer visiting places where there are interesting things to see and do. I enjoy quiet surroundings too, but I don't want to spend an entire holiday sitting inside a room. I like walking around, trying new activities, and discovering something different. It is not a serious mistake, of course, but I hope you will remember these little things about me as we spend more time together. I want us to learn about each other naturally rather than assume that we already know everything."

Shaktil: "You are right, and I should have paid more attention when you spoke about your interests. I have spent so many years following the same routine that I sometimes forget other people enjoy trying new experiences. I know you are more adventurous than I am, and I will try to remember that. But you must also accept that I may not always understand your preferences immediately. We have only just begun our life together, and there will be plenty of opportunities for us to learn."

Their scores were announced.

Shubha and Shaktil finished in the middle of the group.

The second competition was a memory challenge. Each couple was shown a collection of objects for a short time and then asked to recall as many items as possible.

Shubha concentrated carefully, remembering almost everything. Shaktil was less interested and forgot several objects, but her quick answers helped them secure second place.

Shubha: "We did it, Shaktil! We may not have come first, but at least we worked together and earned a good score. I was nervous when the coordinator removed the objects, but I remembered most of them after taking a deep breath. You also remembered a few things that I had missed, so we managed to help each other. This is what I meant when I said that participating together could be enjoyable. We have already won a small prize, and I am happy that you agreed to join me."

Shaktil: "Congratulations, Shubha. You certainly did most of the work in that competition, and I must admit that your memory is better than mine when it comes to such details. I am happy that you enjoyed it, although I still think I would have been equally content sitting in the garden with a cup of coffee. Nevertheless, we have earned a prize, and I don't want to take away your happiness by complaining. Let us see what the next event involves before deciding whether we should participate again."

The third competition was a blindfolded identification game. One partner had to identify the other by holding their hand briefly, while several contestants stood in a line.

Shaktil appeared uncomfortable with the activity and did not seem interested in practising beforehand. Shubha, however, was determined to do her best.

When her turn came, she carefully examined each contestant's hand and identified Shaktil correctly.

The audience applauded.

Hotel Coordinator: "Excellent! Shubha has identified her husband correctly, and that earns their team another point. It is wonderful to see contestants trusting their instincts and enjoying the game. Let us give every couple a round of applause for participating with such good sportsmanship."

Shubha smiled proudly, but Shaktil merely offered a polite smile before stepping aside.

Shubha: "Shaktil, I got it right! I was afraid I might become confused because everyone was standing so close together, but I recognised your hand. I know it may sound like a small achievement, yet I enjoyed the excitement of trying to identify you correctly. I wish you would celebrate with me a little more enthusiastically. We are on our honeymoon, and I would love to feel that we are sharing these moments rather than simply completing activities because I requested them."

Shaktil: "I am pleased that you got the answer right, and I congratulate you. I am sorry if my reaction seemed disappointing, but I find it difficult to express excitement over every little event in the way you do. That does not mean I am unhappy with you or that I don't want you to enjoy yourself. I simply react differently. Please don't measure my affection by how loudly I cheer at a competition. I hope you will gradually understand my nature just as I am trying to understand yours."

His explanation made sense, but Shubha could not help feeling slightly disappointed.

The fourth competition involved a teamwork task in which couples had to assemble a simple picture puzzle within a time limit.

Shubha encouraged Shaktil to participate properly, but he continued to approach the activity casually. They finished the puzzle too late to qualify for a prize.

Shubha: "I know we are not competing for a fortune, and I don't mind losing when we have genuinely tried. What makes me a little sad is that I keep feeling as though I am the only one who wants to make these activities special. You are physically standing beside me, but sometimes your attention seems to be somewhere else entirely. I don't want you to pretend to enjoy something you dislike, yet I hope you will occasionally make an effort because it matters to me. I want to feel that my happiness is important to you too."

Shaktil: "I understand what you are saying, Shubha, and I am sorry that I have made you feel that way. I am not deliberately ignoring your wishes. I simply don't enjoy these competitions, and when I find myself doing something I dislike, I sometimes lose interest without realising how it affects the person beside me. I should have tried harder to cooperate instead of assuming that my presence alone would be enough. I will keep your words in mind, and perhaps we can choose activities that interest both of us during the rest of our trip."

The fifth and final competition was a couple's challenge involving a series of simple tasks that required coordination and quick decisions.

Shubha approached it with renewed determination. She listened carefully to the instructions, encouraged Shaktil to cooperate, and tried to guide him through each task. Although he participated, his lack of enthusiasm prevented them from completing the challenge quickly enough.

They finished the competition without winning a prize.

When the final scores were announced, Shubha and Shaktil had won two of the five events: the memory challenge and the blindfolded identification game. They received a small souvenir and a certificate recognising their participation.

Shubha accepted the prize with a smile, but disappointment lingered beneath her expression.

Shubha: "I am glad that we won two competitions, and I don't want to sound ungrateful because we did have some enjoyable moments. However, I had imagined that we would encourage each other throughout the evening and perhaps become closer through these activities. I know that you dislike public competitions, and I respect that. But I also want you to understand that I was hoping to see a more playful side of you, even if only for a few minutes. I don't need you to win every game or impress anyone. I simply want to feel that you are happy to share these new experiences with me."

Shaktil: "I am sorry, Shubha. I can see that you expected more enthusiasm from me, and I should not dismiss that feeling just because I personally dislike competitions. I agreed to participate because I wanted you to be happy, but I failed to understand that you wanted us to enjoy the experience together rather than simply stand beside each other. I will try to make more of an effort during the rest of our honeymoon. Let us leave the competition area behind and have dinner somewhere quiet. We can talk properly without an audience, and tomorrow we can choose something we both enjoy."

Shubha nodded, deciding not to let the disappointment spoil the entire evening.

From a distance, Vishal had watched part of the programme. He had noticed the way Shubha encouraged her husband and the quiet disappointment on her face when Shaktil failed to respond enthusiastically.

He knew he should not interfere.

Nevertheless, he found himself wondering whether Shaktil understood how much small gestures of affection could mean to his wife.

An Unexpected Problem at the Resort

Later that evening, Shubha and Shaktil returned to their room after dinner. They were looking forward to resting before exploring the nearby hills the following morning.

However, when they reached the reception area, they discovered that there was a problem with their room reservation.

Reception Manager: "I sincerely apologise for the inconvenience, sir and madam. Our booking system has incorrectly marked your room as available for another reservation, and the incoming guests have already arrived. We are checking the records to understand how this happened. Unfortunately, our other honeymoon rooms are currently occupied, and the only available alternative is a standard room in another wing. We can arrange temporary accommodation there while we investigate the error, but I understand that this is not what you booked or paid for. Please allow us a little time to resolve the matter."

Shubha looked worried.

Shubha: "We made this reservation well in advance, and our booking confirmation clearly mentions the honeymoon room we selected. We have travelled a considerable distance, participated in the hotel's scheduled activities, and returned expecting to rest. I understand that mistakes can happen, but it is upsetting to discover that our room may no longer be available after we have already checked in. Could you please review the reservation carefully and explain what arrangements you can offer? We would prefer not to spend the night moving from one room to another because of an error we did not make."

Shaktil: "I agree with my wife. We have paid for a specific category of room, and we expect the hotel to honour the reservation or provide an equivalent alternative. I don't want to create an argument with your staff, but we need a clear solution tonight rather than a promise that the matter will be investigated tomorrow. Please contact the duty manager and check whether another suitable room can be arranged. If that is impossible, I would like to know what compensation the hotel can offer for the inconvenience."

The receptionist made several calls, but no immediate solution emerged.

Shaktil became increasingly frustrated, while Shubha tried to remain calm.

At that moment, Vishal entered the reception area.

He had been returning from a meeting with a local business associate when he noticed the couple speaking with the manager. Recognising Shubha, he approached them cautiously.

Vishal: "Shaktil, is everything all right? I happened to hear part of the conversation while passing through the lobby, and it sounds as though there has been a problem with your reservation. I don't want to intrude on your private matters, but if the hotel has made an administrative mistake, perhaps I can help you speak to the appropriate person. I have been attending business meetings in this region, and one of the people I met today has professional connections with the hospitality industry. If you would like me to make a call, I can at least help you reach someone who may be able to clarify the situation."

Shubha stared at him in surprise.

Shubha: "Vishal! What are you doing here? I never expected to see you at this resort, especially when we came here for our honeymoon. When you approached us just now, I thought I must have mistaken someone else for you. You told us that you had returned to India, but you never mentioned that you would be travelling to this region. I hope nothing serious has happened with your work. How did you happen to be here at exactly the same time as us?"

For a moment, Vishal hesitated.

He had prepared an explanation in his mind, but hearing Shubha question him so directly made him uncomfortable.

Vishal: "I understand why you are surprised, Shubha, and I admit that the timing is unexpected. I came here because of a business matter that required me to meet an associate in this region. The meeting was arranged before I knew that you and Shaktil would be staying at this resort. I checked into the hotel because it was convenient for my work, and I had no intention of disturbing your honeymoon. I realise that my presence may raise questions, but I want you both to know that I am not here to interfere with your plans."

Shaktil looked surprised but quickly recovered.

Shaktil: "What a coincidence, da! I certainly didn't expect to meet you here. I hope your business meeting went well. Since you know people in the hospitality industry, your offer to help is welcome, because we seem to have reached a dead end with the reservation issue. We are not looking for special treatment, but we do want the hotel to honour the booking we made. If a phone call can help the manager find a proper solution, I would appreciate it."

Vishal spoke briefly with the reception manager and then called his business associate. After explaining the situation, he requested assistance in contacting the hotel's regional administration.

Within a short time, the manager received instructions to review the original booking and arrange a suitable alternative room without additional charges. The hotel also offered a complimentary dinner voucher as an apology for the inconvenience.

Reception Manager: "Thank you for your patience, sir and madam. We have now confirmed that the error occurred during an internal room-allocation update. Your original room has been incorrectly assigned to another reservation, and we accept responsibility for the mistake. We can provide you with an equivalent honeymoon room in the adjoining wing tonight, with the option to move to your originally booked room tomorrow if you prefer. The hotel will also provide a complimentary dinner voucher to compensate for the inconvenience. We sincerely apologise for the disruption to your evening."

Shubha felt relieved, and Shaktil thanked the manager.

Shaktil: "Thank you for resolving the issue. We appreciate your efforts, and I am glad that we can finally return to our room and rest. Vishal, I must thank you as well. We were beginning to wonder whether we would spend the entire evening arguing about a booking error, and your assistance helped us reach a solution without unnecessary conflict. I didn't expect to meet you here, but I am grateful that you happened to be available when we needed help."

Vishal: "There is no need to thank me excessively, da. Anyone would want to help a friend who was facing an unnecessary problem during a holiday. I am glad the manager has arranged a proper solution, and I hope the rest of your honeymoon goes smoothly. You both came here to enjoy some peaceful time together, so I don't want this inconvenience to spoil your plans. Please go and rest. I will also return to my room because I have another business appointment tomorrow morning."

Shaktil smiled and shook his hand.

Shaktil: "All right, da. We will catch up another time. I am glad we met, even though the circumstances were a little inconvenient. Perhaps we can have coffee together if our schedules allow it before you leave. You can tell me more about your work, and I can share what has been happening at the shop. For now, I need to make sure Shubha settles comfortably into the new room. Good night, and thank you again."

Shaktil turned towards the corridor, expecting Shubha to follow him.

However, she remained where she was for a moment, looking at Vishal.

She was still trying to understand how he had appeared at the resort so unexpectedly.

Shubha's Questions and Vishal's Pain

After Shaktil went ahead to collect their room key, Shubha spoke quietly to Vishal.

Shubha: "Vishal, I know you have explained that you came here for work, and I am not accusing you of deliberately following us. However, I cannot deny that your sudden appearance has surprised me. You were at our wedding, you promised to respect my marriage, and now you have appeared at the same resort where Shaktil and I are spending our honeymoon. I don't want to misunderstand you, but I also don't want to find myself in a situation where our past begins affecting my present again. Please tell me honestly whether you knew about our travel plans before coming here."

Vishal looked down for a moment.

Vishal: "Shubha, I understand why you are asking that question, and you deserve an honest answer. I did not arrange my business meeting simply to follow you, and I did not book my room with the intention of disturbing your honeymoon. The meeting was genuine, and I had a legitimate reason to travel here. However, I did learn that you and Shaktil were planning this trip before I arrived. I should have considered how uncomfortable it might make you feel to encounter me unexpectedly, and perhaps I should have chosen accommodation elsewhere. I cannot change the fact that we are here at the same time, but I can assure you that I will respect your boundaries and will not deliberately seek out private moments with you."

Shubha felt a mixture of relief and concern.

His answer had not completely removed her doubts, but she appreciated that he had admitted knowing about their trip.

Shubha: "I appreciate your honesty, Vishal. I don't want to be cruel to you, and I understand that you have been struggling with painful memories since the wedding. But please remember that this trip is important to Shaktil and me, even though we are still learning how to understand each other. I don't want him to become suspicious or feel that I am hiding something from him. If we happen to meet in the public areas of the resort, we can speak politely, but I hope you will not create reasons for us to be alone together. I need to protect the trust that is beginning to grow between my husband and me."

Vishal listened carefully.

Vishal: "I understand, Shubha, and I will not ask you to break the boundaries you have established. I know that you are trying to build a stable marriage, and I have no intention of making that more difficult. Still, I would be lying if I said that seeing you again has not affected me. I thought I had prepared myself to accept your marriage, but some emotions are more difficult to overcome than I expected. I am not telling you this because I want you to change your decision. I simply want to be honest about the struggle I am facing rather than pretend that everything has become easy for me."

Shubha's expression softened.

Shubha: "I never expected you to forget everything overnight, Vishal. We shared an important part of our lives, and I know that memories do not disappear simply because circumstances change. But there is a difference between acknowledging pain and allowing that pain to direct every decision we make. I hope you will give yourself the opportunity to heal without repeatedly returning to the past. You have your own life, your own responsibilities, and the ability to build new relationships when you are ready. I genuinely want you to find happiness, even though I cannot be the person who provides it in the way you once hoped."

Vishal gave a sad smile.

Vishal: "Do you know what hurts the most, Shubha? It isn't simply that you married someone else. I think it is the realisation that the future I imagined with you no longer exists, while the memories of that future remain vivid in my mind. There are moments when I remember the conversations we shared, the promises we made, and the ordinary things we once thought we would do together. Then I see you standing beside Shaktil, beginning the life you deserve, and I understand that those memories belong to a chapter that has already ended. I am trying to accept that truth, but some days it feels as though I am learning it all over again."

Shubha felt a sudden ache in her heart.

She had not forgotten their past either. Although she had chosen to move forward, hearing Vishal speak so openly reminded her of the affection they had once shared.

Shubha: "Vishal, I am sorry that you are hurting so much. I never wanted the memories we shared to become a source of suffering for either of us. There was a time when I also imagined a future that included you, and I cannot pretend that those feelings never existed. But life took us in different directions, and I eventually had to accept that I could not continue waiting for a future that was no longer certain. My marriage to Shaktil is now a responsibility I have chosen to honour, and I need to give him the same sincerity that I would expect from him. Please don't think that moving forward means our past was meaningless. It simply means that our past cannot decide everything about our future."

Vishal's eyes reflected the sadness he had been trying to hide.

Vishal: "I understand what you are saying, and I don't blame you for choosing a new life. I know that you have every right to be happy, and I know that I must not make you feel guilty for decisions you have already made. Perhaps I have been holding on because accepting the end of our relationship also means accepting the mistakes I made and the opportunities I failed to recognise. I sometimes wonder whether I could have acted differently, whether I could have been more patient, or whether I could have understood you better when we were together. Those questions keep returning, even though I know there is no answer that can change what happened."

Shubha lowered her eyes.

His words stirred feelings of compassion that she had not expected to experience so strongly.

Shubha: "It is natural to think about mistakes when a relationship ends, Vishal, but please don't assume that every painful outcome happened because you failed in some way. Relationships involve two people, their circumstances, their expectations, and the choices they make at different stages of life. You can learn from what happened without spending every day blaming yourself. I don't want you to become bitter or lose confidence in your ability to love someone again. You deserve a future that is not defined by regret. I hope you will eventually meet someone who understands you and with whom you can build a new life honestly and peacefully."

Vishal took a deep breath.

Vishal: "I want to believe that such a future is possible, but at the moment I am still trying to understand how to reach it. Seeing you today brought back feelings I thought I had managed to control. When the reservation problem occurred, I genuinely wanted to help you and Shaktil because I did not want your honeymoon to be spoiled. But another part of me was relieved to have a reason to speak with you again. I know that is something I need to examine honestly. I don't want my concern for you to become an excuse for crossing boundaries that you have clearly explained to me."

Shubha looked at him with quiet sympathy.

Shubha: "Thank you for recognising that, Vishal. I believe you can make the right decisions if you continue to be honest with yourself. You don't have to suppress every emotion, and you don't have to pretend that seeing me has no effect on you. But you must remember that feelings do not automatically give us the right to act on them. Sometimes the most difficult thing to do is to care about someone while accepting that their life is no longer connected to ours in the way we once wanted. I hope you will find the strength to do that, because I don't want either of us to look back on this period with regret."

For a few seconds, neither of them spoke.

The sounds of the reception area continued around them, but their conversation seemed to have created a small, separate world of memories and unspoken emotions.

Vishal wanted to reach out to her, to stand closer and feel the familiarity he remembered from their earlier relationship. He took a small step forward, then stopped when he noticed the uncertainty in her expression.

Vishal: "Shubha, sometimes I wish I could speak to you as freely as I once did, without thinking about every sentence or worrying that a simple conversation might cause trouble. I miss the comfort of knowing that I could share my thoughts with you and that you would understand what I meant, even when I struggled to explain myself. I know that we cannot return to that relationship, and I am not asking you to ignore your marriage. But I hope you understand why it is difficult for me to accept that the person who once knew me so well is now someone I must approach with so much caution."

Shubha felt the pull of old familiarity, followed by a stronger awareness of her present responsibilities.

Shubha: "I understand, Vishal. I remember the comfort we once shared, and I cannot deny that speaking to you brings back some of those feelings. But I also know that our circumstances have changed, and we cannot continue behaving as though nothing has happened since we were together. I want you to find peace, and I can listen to you with compassion when we meet naturally, but I cannot become the person you depend on whenever your memories become painful. That would make it difficult for both of us to move forward. I hope you can respect that distinction, even when it is not easy."

Vishal nodded slowly.

Vishal: "I will try, Shubha. I don't want to place the burden of my feelings on you, and I don't want to create a situation in which you must choose between being kind to me and being loyal to your husband. I know that your marriage deserves honesty and trust. I will remember what you have said, and I will make a conscious effort to manage my emotions rather than expect you to reassure me whenever I feel lonely. I hope that one day I can remember our past with gratitude instead of pain."

Shubha's eyes became moist, though she quickly composed herself.

Shubha: "I sincerely hope that day comes for you, Vishal. You were once an important part of my life, and I don't wish you suffering or loneliness. But I also need to return to Shaktil now. He is waiting for me, and I don't want him to wonder why we have been standing here talking for so long. Please take care of yourself, focus on your work, and give yourself time to heal. We cannot rewrite the past, but we can still make choices that prevent it from hurting the people around us."

At that moment, Shaktil returned with the new room key.

Shaktil: "Shubha, the manager has given us the key, and our luggage has already been moved to the new room. Everything is sorted out now, so we can finally relax. Vishal, thank you again for helping us. I am glad we ran into you, although I wish the circumstances had been more pleasant. If you are free tomorrow evening, perhaps we can meet for coffee in the restaurant. I would enjoy catching up with you properly before you return to your work."

Vishal immediately stepped back, restoring the comfortable distance between them.

Vishal: "That sounds good, da. If my business appointment finishes on time, I will join you for coffee. I have a few things to attend to tomorrow, but I should be free by evening. For now, you both should get some rest. You have travelled a long way, and the reservation problem has taken up more of your time than it should have. I hope you enjoy the rest of your honeymoon and have a much more peaceful day tomorrow."

Shubha gave him a brief, sympathetic smile before following Shaktil towards the corridor.

Yet as she walked away, her thoughts remained troubled.

She was grateful to Vishal for helping them resolve the hotel problem, and his confession had awakened a compassion she had not expected. She could see that he was genuinely struggling to accept the end of their relationship, and part of her wanted to comfort him.

At the same time, she knew that compassion could easily become confusion if she allowed old emotions to blur the boundaries of her present life.

A Quiet Night and an Uncertain Heart

Inside their room, Shaktil placed the key on the table and checked whether their luggage had arrived.

Shaktil: "At least the problem has been resolved, Shubha. I was beginning to worry that we would have to spend the entire night arguing with the hotel staff. Vishal handled the situation well, and I am glad he was able to contact someone who could help. I never expected to meet him here, but perhaps it was simply an unusual coincidence. Tomorrow we can forget about tonight's inconvenience and explore the nearby attractions. I would like us to have a relaxed day without any more unexpected problems."

Shubha sat on the edge of the bed, still thinking about her conversation with Vishal.

Shubha: "Yes, Shaktil, I am relieved that the room issue has been sorted out. Vishal was helpful, and I appreciate that he did not make the situation more complicated. I was surprised to see him here because I never imagined that we would meet again so soon after the wedding. It reminded me how unexpectedly people from our past can appear in our lives. I hope we can enjoy the rest of our trip peacefully and focus on getting to know each other better."

Shaktil sat beside her.

Shaktil: "I understand that meeting someone unexpectedly can bring back memories, and I don't expect you to stop thinking simply because we are on our honeymoon. What matters to me is that we can speak honestly and respect each other's feelings. If something is troubling you, I would rather you tell me than sit quietly and worry about it alone. I know we are still learning about each other, and I want us to build a relationship in which neither of us feels forced to hide every difficult emotion."

Shubha looked at her husband and felt a quiet pang of guilt.

He had been patient with her, even when she had struggled to explain her feelings. She did not want to betray his trust, nor did she want to be dishonest about the emotional confusion caused by Vishal's return.

Shubha: "I appreciate that, Shaktil. I am still adjusting to everything that has changed in my life, and sometimes an unexpected situation leaves me thinking more than I should. But I want you to know that I am taking our marriage seriously. I want to learn your preferences, understand your nature, and discover how we can make each other happy. I don't expect our relationship to become perfect in a few days, but I hope we can keep communicating and give ourselves the opportunity to build something meaningful."

Shaktil smiled gently.

Shaktil: "That is exactly what I want too. We don't need to become the perfect couple overnight, and we don't have to enjoy every activity in the same way. I know I can be too focused on my work, and today's competitions made me realise that I sometimes fail to appreciate the effort you make to include me in your interests. I will try to become more attentive, and I hope you will continue telling me what matters to you. We have a long journey ahead of us, and I want us to approach it with patience rather than unrealistic expectations."

His words made Shubha feel both relieved and ashamed of the emotional turmoil she was experiencing.

She wanted to respond with complete certainty, but she knew that her heart was still processing the unexpected reunion.

Shubha: "Thank you for understanding me, Shaktil. I will also try to understand you better instead of expecting you to respond to every situation in the way I would. I enjoyed parts of the competitions today, even though we did not win everything, and I hope we can find other activities that make both of us happy. Tomorrow, let us explore the hills together, take some photographs, and perhaps have breakfast somewhere with a beautiful view. I want to make good memories with you and give our marriage the attention it deserves."

Shaktil: "That sounds like a wonderful plan. Let us get some sleep now, because tomorrow we can wake up early and make the most of the day. I will keep my phone away during breakfast unless something genuinely urgent happens at the shop. You can choose the places you want to visit, and I will try to enjoy the journey instead of worrying about the next item on our schedule. I am glad we came here, Shubha, and I hope this honeymoon becomes the beginning of a strong and happy relationship for both of us."

Shubha smiled and wished him good night.

But long after Shaktil had settled down, she remained awake, staring at the quiet room.

She remembered Vishal's expression when he spoke about their lost future. His sadness had seemed genuine, and she could not stop herself from feeling sorry for him.

She knew that she had no obligation to repair his broken hopes, yet the memories they shared made it difficult to regard him as a stranger.

Shubha (thinking): "Why did Vishal have to appear here just when I was beginning to feel more settled in my new life? I had told myself that our past belonged behind me, and I believed that I could meet him again without becoming emotionally disturbed. But when he spoke about the future he had imagined with me, I felt the sadness in his words. I remembered the person he once was to me, the affection we shared, and the dreams that eventually disappeared. I cannot deny that I feel compassion for him, but I must be careful not to confuse compassion with a responsibility to return to the past. Shaktil has treated me with kindness, and I owe our marriage an honest chance. Still, I cannot understand why a small part of my heart aches whenever I think about Vishal's loneliness."

She turned towards the window.

Outside, the lights of the resort illuminated the garden, and the distant hills were hidden beneath the darkness of the night.

Elsewhere in the same resort, Vishal sat alone in his room, thinking about the conversation that had taken place near the reception desk.

He had helped Shubha and Shaktil resolve their problem, but the encounter had left him more emotionally unsettled than before.

Vishal (thinking): "I came here telling myself that work was the only reason for my visit, and I genuinely did have a business meeting to attend. But I cannot pretend that knowing Shubha was staying here made no difference to me. Seeing her again brought back the feelings I have been trying to overcome, and hearing her speak with such compassion made me remember why I once cared for her so deeply. She has not promised me anything, and she has made her boundaries perfectly clear. I must respect them. Yet I cannot help wondering whether the sadness she saw in me will remain in her thoughts after she returns to her room. I know that wondering about such things is dangerous, because it encourages me to search for hope where I have no right to expect it."

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He knew that Shubha had chosen her husband, and he could not demand anything more from her.

Still, the sight of her had reopened an emotional wound that he had not yet learned to heal.

The next morning, Shubha and Shaktil would continue their honeymoon, exploring the hills and trying to create happy memories together.

Vishal would attend his business meeting and attempt to maintain the distance he had promised.

But all three of them were now connected by an unexpected encounter that had stirred emotions none of them could entirely ignore.

Shubha felt compassion for Vishal's heartbreak.

Vishal was struggling to let go of the woman he had once loved.

And Shaktil, unaware of the full depth of their past, was trying to build a happy marriage with the woman he had chosen.

Would Shubha's compassion remain only a feeling of sympathy, or would the memories of her former relationship begin to affect her decisions?

Could Vishal truly keep his promise and move forward, or would his unresolved emotions lead him to seek another conversation with Shubha?

For now, Shubha returned to her husband's side, determined to give their marriage a fair chance.

Yet somewhere inside her heart, Vishal's sorrow remained.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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[Muthiah Sivaraman]

Good start. The question is did shubha still a virgin or already lost her virginity opening the legs to Vishal multiple times.

[NovelNavel]

Nice start. Make the useless husband as cuck

[Namusa]

amazing writing

[Sankamithira]

Super start