Inseparable Souls

A girl was dolled up beautifully sitting on the bed of the bridal chamber. The moonlight reflected from the window to her face made her more beautiful. She was staring at the moon aimlessly waiting for the arrival of her husband. When she heard the thud sound of opening the door, her breath hitched with fear and horror engulfed her at the sound of approaching footsteps. Although she can sense the presence of her husband she didn't dare to look above. " I am sorry Shree! It's not right. I should have asked for your consent before marrying you but you know in which kind of circumstances I had to take such a big decision. There was no other way to save you ", Abhivayakt apologized with a guilty expression. Shree kept mum while staring at his feet. " Shree! Don't think that you will be captured with this marriage forever. When the right time will come I will set you free from this marriage. After that, you can live your life however you want. You will be free from this unwanted marriage ", Abhivayakt assured. This time Shree looks above and chuckled sarcastically, " Azaadi!!! Hmmm.... Ye shabd toh mujhse anjaan hai. Hum aurat hai Kunwar saa aur upar se gareeb. Bapu ne bech daala chand paiso ke liye apke bhai saa ko. Kissi ne itni juraat bhi nikki humae hamara faisla puch sake, Humara mol aise lagaya gya jaisa koi khilona ho. Phir aapke bhai saa humme apne saath le gye humarri marzi kaha puchi gyi? Aapke bhai saa ne humme sone ke pinjre mein kaid kar diya. Unhone ne ek baar bhi janne ki koshish na ki kya hum khush hai? Kher chodo jaise taise humne apni kismat apna li, ye maan liya ki humari kismat aapke bhai saa hi likenge. Phir ek din aapke bhai saa ye duniya chod ke chale gye. Aapke parivaar waalo ne faisla kiya ki hamaara bhi jeevan apke bhai ke saath samapt kar diya jaaye. Hume Apne pati ke shav ke saath esa jalaaya ja raha tha phir bhi kissi ne ye ek baar bhi ni pucha ki mein jeena chahti hu ki nahi. Main bhi murakh isse hi apna anth samajh kar maut to gale lagaane wali thi ki aap aa gye aur apni mahaanta dikhane ke liye mujhse bina puche shaadi kar li. Kaha hain meri marzi mera faisla. Main is duniya ke liye sirf ek kathputli hu jiska mann kare use tarah se nachwata hai. Yehi hai mera jeevan, yahi mera astitwa hai!!!! { Freedom huh! My Lord freedom is a stranger word for me. I am a woman and the worst thing is I was poor. My father sold me for few pieces of paper to your brother, no one asked me that what I want? I was like a toy whose price paid by your big brother. Then your brother took me with him, where was my decision asked? Your brother caged my like a sparrow in the golden cage. He even didn't bothered to know that I am happy with all these or not? Leave it! I managed to live like that. I accepted that my destiny is in the hands of my husband. But one day he left this this world!! Your family members decided to burn me alive with the corpse of my husband. They didn't thought it's necessary to know whether I wanted to live or not? How big fool I am that I accepted my end and then you came and like great human you married me without asking for my consent. I am a puppet in this world , whoever wanted me to to dance to their accord I perform it. This is my life! This is my identity!!! ", Shree said with a lone tear escaped from her eyes. Abhivayakt feels guilty for his action but he knew that his intention were pure. He married the widow of her brother to save her from sinful and fake rituals which are going to take life of an innocent. " No! Now you are not s puppet anymore. You are my wife, the wife of King Abhivayakt Shikhawat. You are the queen of Jaisalmer. You will stand by my side, my other equal. You will write your own destiny, it's my promise ", Abhivayakt announced. " Don't give me false hope. It will hurt me at last!! ", Shree passed a forced smile. " I am not giving you false hope Shree! ", Abhivayakt tried to assure her. Shree! Stood up from bed and said, " Aap ab mere pati hai! Aap jo chahe kar sakte hai!( you are my husband you can do anything with me)" She slowly undraped the saree flashing her fully grown breast. " Shree! Don't ", Abhivayakt stopped her hand and covered her bare breast with the piece of cloth. " You are my wife ! And I will not do anything against you will from now. You are equal to me. I will touch you when you want ", Abhivayakt said. " Lekin .... Agar mein aapko khush nahi rakh paayi toh log mujhe hi kosenge! Muhje mera dharam nibhaane de ", Shree begged. " Shree reall happiness is not having physical relations. It with living every moment with you partner! Whether it's happy, sad Or rough. You will stay beside me huh! Will you? ",, Abhivayakt asked. Shree nodded her head obediently, poor girl felt this kind of warmth for the first time. " From now we are friends before being husband and wife!! True friends ", Abhivayakt hold her hand. " Kunwar saa!! ( my Lord! ) ",, Shree gasped. " Hey don't call me kunwar saa, call me by name ", Abhivayakt asked..? " Huh .... Nahi nahi hare Krishna Hare Krishna ! Paap lagega agar hum apne hi pati ka naam lenge ( No!! Oh my god, I will be sinned if I call my husband by name) , Shree gasped with fear. " Shree! Nothing like that happen . It's myth!! Ok if you don't want me call me by name then give me a pet name ", Abhivayakt chuckled. " Aap hi bta dijiye ( you can suggest) ", Shree asked whike blushing. " hmmm ! What about Abhi?"_ Abhivayakt asked. " But ! What will other people say if I call you like that? ", Shree asked. " Don't worry what other people think besides we are leaving Jaisalmer in few days. We will move to Italy ", Abhivayakt said. " Hey Krishna! Videsh!! Hum kaise rahenge waha. Humme toh vaha ka rang dhang na pehnava pata hai aur bol chaal toh . Hey Kanha raksha kare hamaari ", ( Oh my Lord Ram! Foreign!! How I will live there. I even don't know the lifestyle , dressing style and not to mention language. Oh Lord Krishna help me!! ) ", she prayed. Abhivayakt laughed at her cute little act " Tum har chotti chotti baat par Krishna bhagwaan ka naam kyu leti ho? ( Why did you call Lord Krishna in every small thing). " Kyuki ek wahi hai jo meri sunte hai ( because he is the one who listen to me) , ", Shree replied. " Then consider that he listened to your prayer. Your Krishna is herev", Abhivayakt grinned pointing towards him. " Kya mtlab? ( what?) ", Shree asked with confused look on her face. Abhivayakt pinched her cheeks , " Leave it! It's late you should have to sleep " , when he turned to leave Shree hold his hand nervously. " What happened? ", Abhivayakt asked. " Don't go out! What if elders saw you leaving like that, they will scold me!! Please don't ", Shree asked. " Ok! I will sleep on the couch ", Abhivayakt said. " No! I will. I can manage ", Shree said nervously. " Are you sure!! ", Abhivayakt asked with concern. " Yes! ", Shree took the pillow and duvet and made walked towards the couch. Both of them were sleep apart but they thought were about each other. Let's see which turn their life take. ................... Abhivayakt Shikhawat : Prince of the city Jaisalmer in India. He is also one of the top businessman and lives in Italy. From his looks he looks exactly a price charming look. Tall, grey eyes and dusky colored skin. Any women can fall for his charm. He is bethroted to the daughter of his father's business partner. Shree : A simple girl who born in the poor family of pheasant. She looks like a goddess , a diamond in the mine of coal. Long black shiny and curly hair, big almond shaped eyes having dense eyelashes. Lips were like rhe petals of red rose and having the fair color of her skin . She dreamt to be a doctor but her poverty didn't allows her to fulfill her dream because for her family their first priority is to fill their empty stomach. King Abhimanyu Shikhawat : King of Jaisalmer and the big brother of Abhivayakt. At very young age he took the throne of Jaisalmer and as the king. He took care of his little brother after the demise of her parents. He was a ideal king for the public of Jaisalmer who is kind and generous . Madhurima Mehta : She is the fiance of Abhivayakt who studied with him since childhood. She had crush on Abhivayakt since childhood and wanted to marry him. ............ Sati pratha The ancient Hindu tradition called sati, wherein a widow would throw herself on her husband’s pyre and burn to death, was initially a voluntary act considered courageous and heroic, but it later became a forced practice. Although sati is now banned all over India, it has a dark history. Culture Trip reports. According to ancient Hindu customs, sati symbolised closure to a marriage. It was a voluntary act in which, as a sign of being a dutiful wife, a woman followed her husband to the afterlife. It was, therefore, considered to be the greatest form of devotion of a wife towards her dead husband. With time, it became a forced practice. Women who did not wish to die like this were forced to do so in different ways. Traditionally, a widow had no role to play in society and was considered a burden. So, if a woman had no surviving children who could support her, she was pressurised to accept sati. This pratha was banned in 90s and now it's completely demolished from India. The Bengal Sati Regulation which banned the Sati practice in all jurisdictions of British India was passed on December 4, 1829 by the then Governor-General Lord William Bentinck