In the eve of her henna ceremony, Gauri comes to know about the demand of a Mercedes from the family of her bride-groom, making her devastated.
Her worry soon gets forgotten when she ends up sleeping with a total stranger... Om.
Now what had futur...
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Being a color of nature Green always symbolises the tranquility and goodluck. While the olive green represents the traditional color of peace.
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In the dense populated city of Bareilly, the Sharma Sadan, itself decorated as bride, was now full of guests. Running kids, busy in their games; giggling girls, teasing boys; women, some making gossips, some making faces while some trying to show off their own accessories and men discussing the upcoming Parliament election.
Amid all this chaos there was our bride Gauri, tired of all the rituals since early morning, but still surrounded by relatives and friends, the aroma of raw henna mixed in air.
"Look Anika, what a dark color her Mehandi has got!" Roop BuaMa showed bride's hands to her daughter, while Gauri rolled her eyes on the excitement.
Well it was all a myth for her. The love, this marriage, the rituals.
"Seems her husband will love her a lot!" Another mid-age lady teased, while Gauri tried to withdraw hand from her grip. Faking to be blushing, she excused herself to go towards her room.
"She got shied!" They all laughed, while she could still hear them talking.
"I am happy that finally she is getting married in a decent family. I have been so worried when everyone was rejecting her!" Pinky Chachi said in a fake worry.
'Reject? My foot!' She hmphed.
Despite being a highly educated and civilized girl, she had to wait till 30 years of age to get a proper proposal. 'Because my father didn't have enough money to buy a good groom for me!' She thought about the dowry system grudgingly.
If it wasn't for her younger sister Bhavya, who was still to get married after her, she would have never agreed to this trade off. But the insistence of her parents and the pressure from society had worsened her worry.
As she passed by her parents' room she heard the angry voice of her mother.
"How could they do it Tej?" Jahnvi was holding her head, "Wasn't it all decided at the time of engagement?"
'At the time of engagement?' Gauri frowned as she put her ear more close to the door. 'Are they talking about the dowry?' She thought.
Gauri Kumari Sharma, the eldest daughter of Tej and Jahnvi Sharma, was a postgraduate in Banking & Finance and now working as Manager in a local Branch of a reputed Bank.
But in our society, marriages aren't based on degrees, it is framed on the filthiest system of dowries. Then it doesn't matter, whether bride is the daughter of a poor farmer or the princess of a royal empire.
