THE TRAIN TO MY MARRIGE – TS (PART 1)

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the story which I’m going to share with all of you doesn’t belong to me at all…it’s just that I really love this story. The whole copyrights of this story belong to Vandana Sharma
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I am afraid of heights of all kinds- valleys, mountains, rivers, railway station bridges and even relationships make me sick. And today I am going to experience all of them.
SWARA, come fast, we will miss the train!’ Ammi shouts, breaking my train of thought.
I would be glad if I could,’ I mutter, putting on my dark brown blazer.
One more addition to my Hate List is this goddamned winter season. I am very sensitive to getting a bad cough in this season and I cannot bear the chill. So I have put as many woolens in my bag as on my body.
Here comes the cab.

come, come, everyone get inside,’ Abbu says.
what the hell,swara! How many clothes have you stuffed in your bag? It is way too heavy! Screams Ayaan, my brother.
Don’t worry, I will take my luggage myself. You don’t have to bother about it.’
I immediately regret the sentence after saying it. It is heavy. Uff!
Soon we are in front of a big- no actually a monstrously huge- railway bridge.
Okay, I can do this.’
I try to be a brave girl. I am not going to look down. But the combination of loudly hooting trains and my immense fear of heights makes the situation more horrific. When it comes to heights, I can be a total freak.

here are our seat numbers,’ says Ammi when we board the train.
I take my laptop and climb on to the upper berth. As it is an all-night journey, everybody will be asleep soon and I am going to watch the Korean movie My Little Bride. I love romantic Korean movies.
By the time it’s 3 a.m. I feel sleepy. But first I have to go to the loo, so I just wait for the train to stop at any station. That’s one more addition to my list of phobias- I cannot go to the loo when the train is moving. Now u must be getting a clearer idea of my freakishness.
I doze off later. Then suddenly it’s raining and I’m all drenched; a wave of water comes to drown me and I’m awake.
Holy shit, Ayaan! Are u out of your mind!’ It turns out to be part of a dream, and Ayaan was trying to wake me up by pouring water on my face.

He laughed stupidly and said,’ We are almost about to reach Ambala.’
Yes, we are going to our village which is located in Ambala. It’s always been very exciting for me to go there but this time it’s a little different. I am going to face my fear of relationships.

We are going to meet Ram Prasad maheshwari Uncle and his family. And I am sure of the real reason we are meeting the family- they want me to marry Ram Uncle’s one and only son who lives with them in their farmhouse. Their family is very affluent but I never wanted a man who lives in a remote area and is a farmer. I think he must be barely a graduate- a narrow-minded control freak. Men in villages want housewives, not working girls.

The train arrives at the station. Coolies are competing to get into the train. Everybody rushes out of the train except me. I am struggling with my bag and suddenly I tumble on to the platform, head over heels. Shit! I just fell from the train. God! Can I do this any better? Arghh!!
Before I can manage to get up myself, a hand comes through the crush of bodies to my rescue. Without looking at who it was who offered to help me get up, I grab that hand and pull myself up. Having stood up, I immediately start brushing my clothes. Then I look up to thank the man who helped me…i’m struck dumb. He is dangerously handsome.

thank you.’ This is all I manage to say.
He is wearing a white kurta-pyajama. The top buttons of his kurta are unbuttoned. His perfectly trimmed muscles can be seen; his biceps give the perfect shape to his arms. Is he not feeling cold? May be he is already too hot.
Suddenly his voic breaks the spell,’ Are you okay?’
Yes, thank you again,’ I say, hesitant and embarrassed.
How many times I have to tell you to be careful!’ chides Ammi.
Ayaan is laughing as usual. Now he has got my new train scandal’ to talk about for at least this month.
I then realize that Rashid uncle’s family has been here all this time. And the handsome man is none other than his one and only son. I still don’t know his name. now this is more embarrassing.
Please give me your bag,’ he says softly.

No, I can manage,’ I muttered.
Yes, I have seen that already,’ he grins as he almost snatches my bag from me.
Soon we are in their car- an Endeavor. It is cozy inside. He is driving the car and I can feel butterflies in my stomach. I stiil don’t know his name.
Finally we have have arrived at the farmhouse. It is beautiful, completely surrounded by nature. The entrance gate is covered with some kind of flowering creeper. There is a nameplate: MAHESHWARI’S RESIDENCE. The building itself is breathtakingly gorgeous. Could there be anything else that one can want in life?

We are in our separate rooms now. I am feeling very sleepy so I just snuggle under my quilt and sleep.
When I wake up, it’s dark outside. Looking out the window, I’m trying to recollect my thoughts and then I realize that this is not my room. I get up and go outside to the main hall.
Everybody is there having dinner. Crap… I realize I slept all day.

Come, dear, have dinner,’ said sujatha aunty.
She is a beautiful lady and anybody can see where her son gets his good looks from.
Mr. Perfect is also there, sitting beside my Ammi and talking about his work. Huh, what attitude… he didn’t even notice me? As if I care…
After dinner, we return to our rooms. Now everybody is going to sleep when I’m wide awake…
Thank God I have my laptop with me.
Somebody knocks at the door. May I come in?’
Yes,’ I answer.

And here he is- Mr. Perfect.
Mom has asked if u need anything.’
No, thank you,’ I say, smiling.
He is about to leave when he suddenly turns and asks,’ What are u doing on your laptop?’
Nothing, just watching a movie.’
Can I join you?’
Oh! Okay,’ I say. I’m surprised, especially after how he totally ignored me at the dinner table.
Korean movie, haan…that too romantic?’ he says, grinning.
I like romantic Korean movies,’ I say abruptly.
Don’t u have horror movies?’

Okay, I got u. you are trying to flirt with me. Although, I think, he has succeeded to some extent. I am impressed.
Yes, I have them, but it would be better if you don’t watch it with me. I scream while watching horror movies although I don’t even watch most part of the movie. I cover my eyes all the time so that if anything shitty happens I can close my eyes immediately.’
Okay, then let’s watch your romantic Korean movie,’ he says, grinning again.
By the way, what is your name?’ I ask.
You don’t know my name?’ now he does not seem very pleased.

We didn’t have a moment to get properly introduced before,’ I explain.
Hmm…Okay…My name is sanskar,’ he says, stretching out his hand towards me.
And I am swara,’ I say, reaching out to shake his hand. As I touch his hand, a quiver runs through my body. His hand is warm, in sharp contrast to my cold hand.

It is always risky to watch romantic movies with parents or with a hot guy like him. Suddenly, the hero and heroine are getting closer on the screen, and I begin to feel very conscious, even embarrassed. I try to move so that I can fast forward the movie, but I just cannot. Now they are kissing each other ferociously. The hero unzips the heroine’s skirt and moves his hands all over her thighs. The heroine then helps the hero to unbutton his jeans, after which the hero mounts her, and is then inside her. And after both of them are fully exhausted, they fall into bed and hug each other tightly. The hero kisses the heroine gently on her forehead. Oh…this forehead-kissing scene is my favorite. And thus the movie goes on.

Slyly, I try to peek at Mr. Perfect’s face. He is calm but I can see his facial muscles clenching as he tries to hide his smile.
The movie finishes at 1 a.m. He gets up to leave.
Goodnight, swara.’
Goodnight, Mr. Perr…errr…sanskar.’

Narrowing his eyes, he leaves the room.
The next morning I get out of my room, brush my teeth, pick up my sneakers and head out to the fields. It is a very cold, foggy December morning, so I’m wrapped up in thick woolens.
What was I doing last night? Talking to myself. Even now, my thoughts are focused on him. I know he is handsome but still I’m sure he is a narrow-minded control freak.
As I remain lost in my own thoughts, my foot suddenly slams against a heavy stone. I stumble into a slushy part of the path. Apart from landing like a fool into the slush, I realize I have hurt my foot.

Need any help, Miss?’
Oh, it is him! What is he doing here? Why is he always there to rescue me from my own disasters? Oh!
I clear my throat. I can manage…’ I say, trying not to look at his face.
You are very stubborn, swara. Just give me your hand.’
I offer my hand heasitantly. He clutches it tightly to help me get up; again I can feel the cold even more…

I stand up, stumbling, holding onto his shoulder for support.
As we enter the house, everybody is surprised to see both of us.
Hey, what happened?’ asked Ammi.
Nothing, Ammi. Your dear princess fell again,’ he says, grinning. Everybody laughs at this.
Huh! How dare he? And why is he calling my mother Ammi’?
Oh, my suspicion was right!

Or maybe not?
I must know for certain. So the next time I find him alone, I confront him. He is sitting at a desk, doing some accounting work.
I want to talk to you,’ I say.
swara, I am busy right now. Can we talk later?’
My big negative point is my egoistic attitude.
Why did u call my mother “ammi”?’ I ask.
He looks up. Is that a problem?’ he asks, keeping his accounting book aside. Standing up, he then comes close to me.

Yes,’ I said, stuttering. She is my ammi, so u cannot call her that.’
Oh, really?’
He walks a little closer. Crap! I cannot move…i want to step back but I find myself simply unable to move. I need water; it is getting too hot here.
Suddenly he pulls me into his arms. My mouth is so close to his. He is looking into my eyes. I am trying to look down, afraid that he can read my eyes and can see into my soul. He lifts up my chin and gently runs his thumb over my lips. For that moment I forget everything around us. All I can focus on, apart from the sensation of being held by him, are his dark brown eyes. Oh boy, he is the only man around whom I can feel mushy without even watching a romantic movie.
swara…’ a voice comes suddenly from another room.

I push him away and manage to calm myself.
It was Ayaan asking me to come to the hall. Ammi is calling you.’
In that moment, my heartbeat thuds very rapidly. I rush to attend to my mother.

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