Sacred Marriage

Chapter 16

Siya POV:

As the days passed, Abhiram's efforts to make things right with me never wavered. He knew he had made mistakes, and he was determined to show her how much he cared. Every morning, he would wake up early to prepare breakfast for her, despite his lack of cooking skills. He would come home from work early just to spend time with her, and he made sure to express his remorse and apologize sincerely for his hurtful words.

I could see the sincerity in Abhiram's eyes with each apology, and though she still struggled to forget the pain of his words, I felt a glimmer of hope that perhaps their relationship could heal.

As the Diwali preparations began, the atmosphere in their home buzzed with excitement and activity. Everyone was busy with decorations, cooking, lights, crackers and other arrangements for the festival.

Amidst the festive chaos, I found herself reflecting on Abhiram's efforts to make amends. She realized that forgiveness was within her reach, but forgetting the hurtful words was a challenge she couldn't easily overcome. It was a habit she had always struggled with- to stop thinking about the hurtful things people said.

However, as I observed Abhiram's continued dedication and genuine remorse, Siya felt a softening in her heart. I understood that forgiveness was a gift she could give not just to Abhiram, but also to herself-a chance to let go of the burden of resentment and embrace the possibility of healing.

So, on the eve of Diwali, as the glow of diyas illuminated their home and the air was filled with the fragrance of sweets and incense, I made a decision. I forgave Abhiram, not because he deserved it, but because she deserved peace.

As I extended her forgiveness to him, I felt a weight lift off her shoulders. It was a step towards healing and rebuilding their relationship, one filled with hope and the promise of a brighter future together. And as they celebrated Diwali with their loved ones, surrounded by light and love, Siya knew that forgiveness was the greatest gift of all.

As I sat down to create a beautiful rangoli for Diwali, I couldn't help but notice Abhiram's commitment to his work. Even though it was the festive season, he was in the office, diligently fulfilling his responsibilities. However, what truly warmed my heart that the made the effort to come home early, ensuring we could spend time together amidst the Diwali preparations.

As I carefully arranged the colorful powders into intricate patterns, a sense of excitement filled our home. Everyone was buzzing with anticipation for the big party we were hosting to celebrate my first Diwali after getting married.

But amid the joyous atmosphere, a twinge of sadness crept into my heart. I couldn't shake the feeling of longing for my own family. I wondered if they had been invited to join in the festivities. Since I had moved here, not a single call or message had come from my family, leaving me feeling isolated.

The thought of reaching out to my in-laws to inquire about inviting my family crossed my mind, but I hesitated. They were unaware of my relationship with my family, and bringing up the topic felt like tiptoeing around a delicate issue that could potentially cause tension or discomfort.

As I continued to work on the rangoli, my mind drifted back to my family, wondering if they were thinking of me too. The silence on their end weighed heavily on my heart, leaving me torn between the excitement of the festivities and the ache of longing for their presence.

But amidst the swirl of emotions, I found solace in the act of creating something beautiful with my own hands. Each stroke of color was a reminder of the resilience and hope that resided within me, a testament to the belief that even in moments of loneliness, there was still beauty to be found.