One of the most expensive wedding hall in India. glowed like a palace of lights. The air buzzed with clinking cups of coffee and tea from caterers, and the soft hum of laughter. Amidst the bustle, a car halted outside. Ashok stepped out hastily, weaving through the crowd into the wedding hall.Inside, as the priest tied the wedding bindi to Arjun, his aunt Kousalya lovingly nudged him, saying, "Move a bit."At that moment, Kousalya’s husband Anandarao and their son Ashok entered the room. Arjun turned his head with a soft smile and asked:"Hey... Did Anu's family arrive yet?"Ashok and ...Read More

The Silence Between UsIn a lavishly decorated house filled with expensive furniture that looked like a royal palace, Kousalya out of her room and sat on the sofa in the hall.“Radhika, bring me a coffee,” she said.From the kitchen, the maid replied, “Yes, madam”While Kousalya picked up the newspaper in front of her and started reading, a voice called out after a short while:“madam, here’s your coffee.”Kousalya looked up and took the coffee, asking the girl — the maid Radhika’s daughter, Jyothi —“Didn’t your mother come ?”“She got a call from our village, She left urgently and said she’ll ...Read More

The Wedding DayThe entire house of Subhadra Devi, senior collector in one of the district in Andhra Pradesh, India aunt of Arjun, was buzzing with excitement. Decorated with mango leaf festoons and colorful floral mandaps, it looked like a palace echoing with joy, relatives, and rituals.Inside, the family priest rushed in, slightly anxious. Approaching Subhadra, who was busy directing helpers:> “Madam, it’s time. Is the bride ready yet?”With a smile, Subhadra replied calmly,> “I’ll check. Please have some coffee, Panditji. Raju, bring him a cup.”She ascended the stairs briskly and opened the door to Priya’s room—only to find her ...Read More

Arjun and Priya's First NightArjun stood on the balcony of his bedroom, nervously staring at the sky, unsure of to say to Priya on their first night. He lit a cigarette, lost in thought.Just then, Priya entered the room wearing a white saree, adorned in gold jewelry, holding a glass of milk. She looked divine—like a goddess herself. Without reacting to Arjun's smoking, she placed the glass on the side table and silently walked to the cupboard, took out her nightwear, and disappeared into the washroom.Arjun glanced at her from the corner of his eye, tense and unsure. The ...Read More