Dressed in all her finery, Mekhla looked as beautiful as a new bride.
She had specifically told him to be early that day – “I will observe the fast today for your health and long living.”
“You don’t have to do that – you know. I trust you and your love for me”
“All the same, this is one way to get you home early today.”
She still remembered every detail of her wedding – the pious fire, the seven vows that brought them together. She was lost in the thoughts of the day they had tied the nuptial knot and the echo of the hymns in her thoughts was so real that it drowned his footsteps.
She was brought back to reality with a loud clearing of the throat. “You look beautiful”
Mekhla blushed – her cheeks turning a bright red …
… and Megha closed the book at this point. Fed on the local Mills and Boons, she soon drifted to the dreams where Mekhla was replaced by a resplendent Megha. Outside the full moon shone bright.
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