Part 8

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I am sorry I could not post it last weekend. But there's no need to be grumpy about it, cause I am posting this now. A long one. :D
Here it is...

"Giving this plate in her hand utter the word after me, say- 'today onwards I am taking all the responsibility of your food and clothes'" saying Riya handed the heavy plate full of food and clothes to Suvro.

Taking the plate Suvro looked up at his newly wedded wife standing in front of him claded in a new yellow jamdani sari. Her open hair was still wet and spread over her back till the small of the back. The smell of the new sari mixing with the fragrance of soap she used that morning almost made his knees jelly.

"From today onwards all of your responsibilities are mine. Even much much more than mare food and cloths." Suvro promised giving her the plate and added. "Cause frankly that you can manage well." With a little chuckle he tried to lighten the atmosphere.

The relatives around cheerd and whooted at their Suvro's words, though some aunties did not look happy.

"Bravo!" One of the uncle clapped loudly.

But nothing of it mattered to Suvro. Because all of his humore sweept off as she looked up at him.

Her eyes were red, swollen. The eye bags were visible badly. Through them the rough gaze of her eyes pierced him so badly he could feel being strangled tightly.

'All I wanted was a smile from you!' His eyes begged. But her gazs did not melted. Her jaw remained tightened as well as her grip on the plate.

Suvro left the plate and took a step back. He was afraid. No matter how much painful this marriage was to her he did not want her to be shown as a wife his relatives could point fingers at.

"Are we done? Or there are some more rituals left? Have you guys arranged some food or not? I am dying cause of hunger here." He cleared his throat and spoke up quickly to Riya. He ushered everyone else to sit for the lunch ritual.

Where Tuli stood there. Her whole body was shaking, clenching the plate in her hand.

But soon some sister in laws of her came to take her for the ceremony of her serving rice for the first time as the new wife of the house, that is 'Boubhat'.

She served the rice in everyone's plate quietly.

Suvro dared not look up at her when her hand, that was decorated in bridal 'sankha pola', mehandu and some bangles poured some rice in his plate very neatly. She was standing close to him, once again her fragrance raised a storm inside him. But he couldn't master enough courage to look up at her fa e for once, no matter how much he wanted.

And then she was ushered to eat and after that with Riya and some other cousins of his Tulika was vanished behind a closed door to make up artist and the dresser.

***

The blue shade of the evening sky grew darker and the sound of the sehnai enchanted up the air surrounding Suvro's this two storey house of Saltlake.

He himself draped in a black Jodhpuri high neck suit. His 6'3" long figure was looking sharp and toned in the dress.

"Here arrange those hair of yours with this gell." Ritam, one of Suvro's cousin handed him the tube.

"I don't like it's smell. No I am not aplying it." He made a face throwing the tube back to Ritam.

"Boudi would have liked it!" Ritam murmured making Suvro's hand stopped back brushing his unruled hair.

He smiled at his brother weekly. No move from him could have earn any kind of liking from Tuli, he could tell. Now he was just afraid that she would do something irrational even if one move he made.

***

"You bagged such a beautiful bride RoyChoudhary!" Bakshi one of Suvro's colleagues chuckled keeping one hand on his shoulder.

"Yah! She is real actually!" Chakraborty another colleague mouthed the astonishment.

"Why are you people making it sound like some shocking fact?" Suvro mock growled.

"Well when not even in one office party you bring your so called girl, it is hard to believe!"

While Suvro kept stealing glances from Tuli.

'She is looking perfect!' His mind told him once again with a googly eyes.

She was again cladded in another benarasi, a light grasshopper green this time, with gold and flowery jewellery.

She smiled at everyone.

Suvro was dazzled for one moment when she looked at him smilingly when he was introducing her to his colleagues.

"Suvu,"

Suvro turned around with a jolt at the call of his name.

"I am sorry I was rude." Butu was standing in front of him, "but, I really wish this... your... what you are looking for works out. Everything turns in a grat way." He spoke genuinely.

Suvro took a moment to look at him, then he took a look of Pulu, who with a grin on her face was standing beside her husband.

Suvro almost took leap on Butu engulfing him a bone crushing hug and Butu tightened his arms around him patting his friend's back lightly.

***

With a light knock on the door Suvro stepped inside his room. The room, which was decorated so beautifully Suvro almost felt tingles till the thumb of his feet. He smiled looking at the bed that was decorated with jasmine. The flower and the sented candles were charming the air flirtingly.

Some guest downstairs were yet to leave. But it was mostly the family so Riya sent off the bride and groom to bed saying they had a long day. It was quite a late night night to tell the truth.

He looked at the bed with hesitation in mind again. So many thoughs that were running in his mind, he couldn't even try to explain them. Atlast he strode towards it gingerly.

The fragnated air was driving him insane.

With a gleaming face he lifted the flowery vails aside and what he saw sent chills to every single drop of his cell in his body.

Tulika was lying senselessly, and blood was woozing out of a vain that was cut open in her left arm...

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