Love.. Does it really exist? Is it an illusion? Is Love just a stronger bond of friendship, a superior bond?
امبوا تلے ڈولا رکھ دے نہروا
(Put down the palanquin beneath the mango tree at home)
آئی ساون کی بہار رے
(The rainy season has blossomed)
In the distance the song could be heard as she stood still, in her beautiful gorgeous wedding dress. She was tall and slim, her jawline was soft. Her eyes were dark and almond shaped. Her lips were full and plump and the shade of her lips was covered by the deep shade of the lipstick. Her tanned skin and her sharp button-nose accompanied her big golden nose ring. Her hair parted from the middle, tied in a clean bun with Gajras and a Maang Tikka along with a small Bindi on her third eye. Her ears carried the weight of her heavy gold earrings. Her long slim neck having many necklaces of gold and diamond, her hand covered in henna and bangles. She looked beautiful, the perfect Indian bride...
...But
Will her marriage life too will be as perfect as she was?
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His Mistress
Romance"We are married." She said showing her ring finger. She smirked. "You are his mistress.. I am his wife"
