Nidhi was facing her beautiful reflection and trying to comb her hair which was tangled with some of her gold jewelleries.
Abhishek had just changed into his night robes and was making his space amidst the rose laden cot. Yes it was their wedding night. They met on an online marriage portal site and within 4 months got married. The reason being Abhishek’s immediate orders for relocating to Germany for a couple of years in a project. He works as a software developer at a leading MNC. Nidhi on the other hand had completed her master’s in history and soon after her family wanted her to get married because Abhisek was a ”worthy groom”.
Abhishek says, ” It was a long day, I never buy into such rituals with bogus values but you know how mom is, I simply cannot refuse her. She was the one who persuaded me for the marriage and so…
Nidhi replies, ” But you said that you wanted to get married to me because I am the kind of woman you wanted in life, then..?”
Abhishek – “Yes you are the kind I prefer. That’s why I don’t regret listening to mom. I always wanted an educated and pretty girl who would be beside me and you have such beautiful hair also. You only need a bit of grooming. I would take you to the salon the next day and we shall get you a bob cut hairstyle and then you would look like a real White woman, haha you already have such white skin.”
Nidhi intervenes and says, ” I have been growing my hair since I was a child, I don’t plan to chop them besides women look good with long hair and I wear all sarees and kurtis, a bob cut is not what would suit me, I am never gonna do that and spoil my hair. I absolutely love them.”
Abhishek laughs at her and mockingly says, “You love your hair? That’s the silliest thing I could have heard from an educated woman. You are getting a bob cut the next day. Trust me you would look better. You have to come out of your patriarchal mindset that you look good with long hair. Did you not see Deepti,my colleague Shantanu’s wife at the wedding? She was looking so gorgeous in that pink satin gown with a small bun on her head. Everyone at the office is envious of him because his wife looks like a model. I want you to dress like her, try to be modern and captivating like her.”
Nidhi says, “But I think I am good just the way I am and I don’t need to…”
Abhishek cuts her in between and says, ” I am a progressive man and I believe in equality. You don’t have to maintain such long hair to prove your feminity. Also take off this vermillion and all. For ritualistic purposes I had to put it on your head but from now onwards there shall be no more sarees or traditional wear. You are going to be my queen. I will make you modern and completely change you.”
For one last time Nidhi said, ” I have never worn western outfits, but I shall definitely try doing so in somedays. But in others, I wish to put in vermillion in between the parts of my hair and dress like a new bride with a red saree. I can’t chop off my hair. Please understand it’s my wish to …
Oh please shut your crap now, says Abhishek. He continues, “I married you so that I could give you a better life in abroad. I want to mordenise you and you are just being stubborn. You have to understand that a bob cut is a must. Okay you don’t want it. Then we shall try some other hair style but I will definitely get you rid of your long hair. It looks barbaric. Nobody grows hair till their thighs in the West. I would make you look the way I had imagined like a white woman wearing an ivory dress with a cute hairstyle. You would just look like a dream. I love you so much.”
Don’t worry you won’t be doing any house chores in Germany. I would provide you all kinds of comfort. You would just eat and sleep and be my queen. Hey, but don’t eat too much please; I can’t carry around an elephant.”
He laughs jokingly and continues, “I would prepare a diet chart for you as well. Okay now enough talking, come to sleep. It’s our wedding night girl. I got you a diamond ring too. Come here, put it on and show me, I shall take a picture then.”
Nidhi looks back at her reflection one more time. Caressed her hair for longer.
Just then a message popped in her mobile screen, ” Nidhu dear, I hope you and Abhishek are doing fine. Your father is so happy that you got married in such a big house. Please take care of yourself and call me soon“.
She then gets up from her dressing table and
smiles back to her progressive and modern husband.
Consecutive episodes of their lives would be posted soon ❤️