You Belong To Me

2.Shocked

In life's symphony, your essence is my breath's song,
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ou're the reason I endure, where I belong

Throughout the arduous hours of the day, Arushi devoted herself tirelessly to her tasks, the toll of her labor evident in the sheen of sweat and layer of grime that clung to her form. Upon returning to the sanctuary of her room, she sought solace in the ritual of cleansing, indulging in a soothing shower before slipping into the pristine embrace of a white kurti, her cascading locks serving as a testament to her femininity and grace.

Approaching the window, her gaze fixed upon the celestial spectacle of the moon, its luminous presence casting a gentle glow upon her tear-streaked visage. In her trembling hand, she cradled a pendant - a half heart adorned with the shimmering brilliance of a diamond, bearing the name "Will" as a silent tribute to a love lost but never forgotten.

"Fifteen years have passed, Will," she murmured, her voice choked with longing. "Do you remember our promise? Do you remember me?"

Memories flooded her consciousness, transporting her to a time of innocence and laughter, where the warmth of familial love and the companionship of her dearest friend, Will, enveloped her in a cocoon of security. Despite the chasm of years that separated them, his presence lingered as a beacon of hope amidst the darkness of her solitude.

The loss of her parents at a tender age had left an indelible void within her soul, yet amidst the wreckage of her grief, she clung steadfastly to the vow she had made to Will - a pledge of unwavering loyalty and enduring companionship, even in the face of separation.

"Forgive me, Will," she pleaded, tears flowing like a river down her cheeks. "Without you, I am but a shadow of who I once was."

A gentle rap upon the door shattered the oppressive silence, heralding the arrival of her uncle - a stalwart presence in her tumultuous world.

"Arushi, are tears once more your companion?" he inquired, his voice tinged with paternal concern.

"I deny it," she replied weakly, her attempt at deception crumbling beneath the weight of his perceptive gaze.

"Do not deceive yourself, dear Arushi," he admonished gently, settling beside her with a comforting hand upon her trembling shoulder.

"I know..." she conceded, her voice barely above a whisper.

In the poignant interlude that followed, Arushi found herself grappling with a tempest of emotions, her gratitude for her uncle's unwavering support intermingled with the bitter reality of her circumstances.

"Uncle, I am grateful for all that you have provided," she began, her words a fragile veneer of composure. "But I cannot ignore the truth of my existence."

Her uncle's countenance softened, his eyes reflecting a depth of sorrow that mirrored her own inner turmoil.

"I have failed you, Arushi," he confessed, his voice heavy with regret. "I had hoped to provide you with a life of joy and fulfillment, yet here you stand, burdened by responsibilities far beyond your years."

"Blame not yourself, dear uncle," she reassured him, her smile a bittersweet echo of resignation. "I understand."

And yet, even as she sought to assuage his guilt, she could not shake the bitter sting of resentment that gnawed at her heart.

"Arushi, my dear," her uncle interjected, his tone a solemn prelude to his decree. "I have made a decision."

Arushi's breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening in apprehension as they met his in silent inquiry.

"You shall be betrothed to Sunny, son of my dear friend," he declared, his words resonating with finality.

"Uncle!" she exclaimed, her protest echoing through the chamber.

In the face of her vehement protests, Arushi harbored a profound awareness that her destiny had been inexorably predetermined, her cherished dreams of autonomy and liberation shattered against the impervious barrier of circumstance. Despite her fervent desire to defy the constraints imposed upon her, she found herself ensnared within the suffocating embrace of familial obligation, her path forward dictated by forces beyond her control. With a heavy heart and a soul burdened by resignation, she acquiesced to the harsh reality of her situation, vowing to endure whatever trials lay ahead with unwavering fortitude and stoic resolve.

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Rai
10May2021