He looked at her, probably, trying to read her face. "Is that what you have decided?"
She took in a deep breath, unsure of what to say next. She fiddled with the fork, nervously. He noticed her. He was sure that it wasn't her decision to part ways. She was definitely under influence. 6 days back, their usual sunday meeting had turned special when they had decided to make their relationship public. She was the one who had proposed this thought. And he had willingly agreed. And that Sunday was one of his best Sundays he had ever spent with her. Though marriage was the last thing on his mind, he had given in because he loved her too much. It was just the start of his career and marriage would put some restrictions. Some compromisations which were uncalled for. Atleast at this point. But he couldn't compromise with the love of his life.
And today, they sat at the same table, the same corner one, sipping beer, perhaps their last one together.
He could see her nervousness. She was feeling uncomfortable. "Is there anything wrong", he asked. "Do you have something to tell me"
She gave him a how-did-you-know look. And then smiled at her own foolishness. Samar was a mind reader. He always knew what she had been thinking and he could easily make out what her expressions meant.
"Yeah", she said. And then bit her tongue for she did not want to tell him the truth. She couldn't tell him that his mother had asked her to go out of his life. She couldn't tell him that his mother couldn't stand her anymore. She couldn't tell him that his mother had offered her money to leave him. She couldn't tell him that his mother was about to get him married to some punjabi girl who atleast belonged to their own caste unlike her. She definitely couldn't tell him this.
"Shazia, look at me". He took her hand in his hands. "Tell me whats wrong. Did anybody say anything to you."
"Listen, Samar. Ammi wants me to get married. She has found a muslim boy for me. The family is very rich. I will not be able to fight them, Samar. You have to understand. I cannot do this. Lets just separate. Its not possible. You are a punjabi boy and I am muslim girl. It won't work. Please."
Shazia said it all in one breathe. Samar just looked at her with eyes which gave out nothing. He was shocked to hear this from a girl and her family who had always respected every other religion. They were secular in true sense and he loved that about her. He was sure that something was terribly wrong. He decided to give it one last shot.
"Baby, we will talk to your mom. We will make her understand how much we love each other. We.."
"I don't love you anymore", saying this she got up and walked away.
As the room temperature came down, she heaved a sigh of relief. Alone, she sat waiting on the king size bed, her legs curled close to her chest. She could smell the fresh roses strewn on the stark white bed sheet. The fragrance was enough to soothe her nervousness. Dressed in a maroon lehenga with the dupatta covering her face like a veil, she shifted in her place. She still wasn't sure whether she had done the right thing in marrying him. She tried to smile but all she could do was think about Samar and the lovely time thay had spent together. She couldn't forget their ceremonial sunday lunches every week when he would come down to Delhi to meet her. Conscious about spoiling her makeup, she tried to come back in the present. She was a married woman and now she was waiting for her man to come and make love to her. And she must act like a mature woman.
She heard some giggles again. That was definitely coming from her cousins and friends trying to make her husband wait. She giggled herself when she heard them. She felt relaxed by the sudden change in her mood. This quick marriage ceremony had not given her time to think about her future. She felt relieved that it was finally over. Sometimes, life isn't the way you want it to be. Sometimes, the way of achieving things may be different from how you had planned it to be. It is best to let everything proceed at its own pace when you are unsure of what you want. And that is what she did. She still wasn't sure.
This time she heard the door knob turn and her thoughts brought her back to the present. The door stood ajar and she could see her husband standing right in front of her eyes. Seeing him, her lost confidence came back. Instantly she knew that she had done the right thing. This is life and it is definitely not a dream. And Samar, her strength, stood right there watching her sit comfortably on the beautifully decorated bed all by herself perhaps drooling over her grand punjabi wedding.