Chapter 3 The End 2nd part

With her, Siddharth was friendly yet reserved . Even a week after that wedding , they had not cross ' that ' boundary. There was an invisible wall around him , which was hard for her to break through . But she was glad that he was giving her the space to adjust to her new life . She wanted to build a solid relationship with him before stepping into the intimacy of marriage. She admired him for his physical restraint.

With a smile hovering on her lips , she breezed into the hall and opened the small cabinet under the mesmerising statues. Varuna was cooking today , while Aruna was cleaning the house, and they were chit chatting amongst themselves. She had her morning free .

Her book of mantras sat peacefully inside, taking in the positive vibes generated by the crystal arowana fish on the top she noticed the big hardbound *shiv puran* underneath . The cover was blissful , and being an ardent devotee of Shiv , she was tempted to read it again . As she pulled it out , a couple of other books toppled and fell on the floor. She admonished herself for her carelessness as she bent down to pick up the books.

A red diary caught her attention. She opened the front page . **SIDDHARTH SAXENA** . The letters were in bold .

Could she read it ? Was it not a violence of her her husband's privacy ? she closed it guiltily as her good intentions questioned her .

" But we are couple , " her heart argued back . Curiosity got better of her and she opened the diary excitedly . As any eager bride would want to , she too yearned to understand her husband completely and craved for even a titbit of information about him . She flipped through the page and found a folder piece of paper inside. Curious , she scanned through the contents . As she did so , her face turned pale . The smile vanished from her lips . Pain etched her forehead . Her world stopped spinning .

Her fingers trembled as her dreams crashed around her . She could not believe what she had just read . She closed her eyes and hoped that she had gotten the context wrong . With that fervent thought , she reread the letters once more .

" Surely it . Must not be ...... "

yet the handwriting on the paper clearly indicated that it had been penned by Siddharth , even though the handwriting itself was not steady .

" How could he do this to me ? " her heart whimpered .

She had been a blushing bride ten days ago , and the dark red of the peacock in her mehndi still revealed the freshness of her marriage . Droplets of the tears brushed the paper . She should have suspected it , yet she had not . . . was the gala and the gaiety of the wedding just a mockery with no meanings ? With all her emotional strength , she read the letter a third time as she was not able to digest the fack that Siddharth was in love with someone else . . . Mishti Hegde , to be precise

" My dear mom , " the letter began . Shanaya ...........

To be connected.......

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