What really happened between Bhaskar (Vasundhara's ex-husband) and Narayan (Vasundhara's husband):Bhaskar looked around disoriented. He tried to move, but couldn't. At first, he thought he was too drunk, but as soon as his hazy vision cleared, he saw that he was tied up. To a chair. He looked around and found himself in a dimly lit room.He tried to scream. "Help!"But, it came out as a rasp. He heard low chuckling coming from the corner of the room."No one can hear you, idiot.""Who a-are you?"There was a loud slam and Bhaskar flinched."Don't fucking stutter. I hate it."Bhaskar gulped because he finally recognized the voice. It was Narayan Moorthi."Narayan..You're my friend." Bhaskar pleaded."You must be really drunk if you think I'm your friend."Narayan finally stepped into the light, dragging a chair behind him."Bhaskar, the drunkard. We finally meet again."He sat himself on the chair and stared at Bhaskar. He was a very pathetic man.Bhaskar had always been intimidated b
Subhadra was late to her friend's wedding. Latha had needed a last minute saree and of course Subhadra had jumped at the opportunity.While she had been walking, after buying the saree, a car had splashed mud on her new lehenga and the driver had the audacity to scold her in return. She had been too shocked to scold him back, so she only said the only thing she could think of at that time. "Inge Mande Sooye Naaye!" Subhadra herself didn't know what it meant, but it sounded offensive and to her great delight, the man looked offended as well.So basically, she was late because of that arrogant car driver.She took off into a sprint to reach the function hall and just to her luck, she tripped on a stone and nearly fell flat on her face. She looked here and there to check if anyone saw that and resumed her run.She was only focused on reaching the place, and just like that, she collided into someone and fell down for real this time."Fuck." He cursed.It wasn't his fault. She wasn't watc
Two weeks of talking to Vikram, Subhadra felt good. She knew she shouldn't be happy from receiving a text from Vikram, but she couldn't help it. She couldn't remember feeling this excited...since forever.So, they decided to meet up. Subhadra arrived at the time agreed upon to the park and had to wait a few minutes for Vikram.When he arrived, they hugged each other and Subhadra looked around. Everyone was a busybody who thought other's businesses were their business, especially the nosey aunties.She didn't want anyone she knew going to her parents and tattling on her for meeting a guy. They would nag her on getting married for the umpteenth time."So let me get something cleared up. You're interested in me right?" He asked her."Yes. That's why I'm here. Are you?""Of course I am. I wouldn't be here either if I wasn't."Subhadra shrugged. "That's good then."They started walking side by side."Let's play twenty questions." She suggested.Vikram hated questions and he hated people qu
Subhadra had had enough with Vikram. He claimed to love her and she hated to admit it, but she wasn't getting enough attention from him. She felt like it wouldn't matter to him whether she texted him or not. Whether she talked to him or not.So, she stopped texting him. The first day was bearable. The second day was hard and by the third day, she couldn't take it anymore. She had to text him. So, on the fourth day, when she texted him, he asked her how her new boyfriend was. She called him."Vikram, what the hell is that supposed to mean?""It means I'm asking how your new boyfriend is.""Are you crazy? I don't have one.""Is it? Come on Subhadra. I hate liars.""Fuck you Vikram. Oh and by the way, he's fine." She huffed in anger. He was being ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous."Good." He sounded dejected and resigned."Vikram, what do you take me for? You think I have one guy per week?""You didn't talk to me in three days Subhadra. What am I supposed to think?"She deflated. "I didn
Vikram had gone to Kolkata and not a single text from him for two days. Also, she only knew he was in Kolkata through his Instagram. He couldn't even give her the courtesy of telling her.Anxiety gnawed at her insides. Did he meet Nehra. Did they hug each other? Did they kiss and make up?"Subha, why are you even worrying about him? From what I've seen and from what you've told me, he isn't worth it. You've got beauty. You've got brains. Why are you stuck with him when you can do so much better?"Subhadra twirled the straw in her drink as she listened to Latha. She knew Latha was right."But Latha, I love him.""Yes, I can understand that Subhadra, and I don't blame you. It's just that you deserve someone much better. Someone who's worthy of you. I mean if I wrote Aryan poems like you do for Vikram, he'd fly in the air and worship the land I walk on. Also, he wouldn't let me out of the bedroom.""Latha!" Subhadra laughed. She had never been intimate with Vikram and had no intention of
"This is Commander Subhadra. I need backup on Line 5.""On it Chief." As soon as she saw her father, Venkat Krishnan, jogging away, she shot a Nerf at him, hitting him square on his buttock.When he yelped and rubbed the sore spot, she burst out laughing."What was that for, you brat?""It was for being too slow, old man.""Old? You call this old?" He started flexing his non-existent muscles.Her Mom, Sangeetha came in the middle."They say I only have one child. They're wrong. I have two children, except one is a man child."Her mom poked her finger in Venkat's chest."Amma, leave Nanna alone.""Devuda." Her Mom called for God.Right then, Subhadra's phone rang. It was Vikram."Hello?""Sweetheart, I'm outside your house."Subhadra contemplated on what to say. The buildings had eyes...in the form of nosy neighbors. She didn't want her father to have a bad name in the neighborhood.But, she could tell them it was a colleague from work."Nanna, my colleague is downstairs. I'll go see w
The next day, Vikram called her multiple times, and he never did that. Calls from him were few and far between. Multiple calls? Never.So, she decided to answer the third time he called."Subhadra, I'm sorry."She rolled her eyes even though he couldn't see her."You know what Vikram? You'd say sorry to me after sticking your penis in someone else.""Subhadra, that's too far and you know it."She did know, but she didn't care. She was too hurt and she wanted to do something crazy."I'm at work. I'll call you later.""This isn't a goodbye right, Subhadra?"She softened at that. "No Vikram. It's not."They hung up and Subhadra wondered if Latha would be up for clubbing tonight. She would need to buy a dress, though, so, she decided to go shopping after work. ______________________________________Subhadra stared at the sequined dress wistfully. She really wanted it, but it wasn't her style and she would never be comfortable in wearing something that short. It was because of the society
Subhadra heard and knew the name Mahendra Varma from somewhere, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. She'd been scratching her head from the past two days, wondering, wondering, where had she heard that name?She opened her Instagram account which was entirely dedicated to her poetry and she clicked on the heart button.There it was! Mahen_Vrma. She was positive it was him, so she clicked on his account. It was him. Most of his posts were about Transition. Actual photos of him were few. One was a candid shot of him looking at the sky with his shirt half open. A Rudraksh necklace hung from his neck. She was immediately intrigued, but she exited from his profile.This same guy was the very first person to read her poems. To encourage her. To comment on her poems, all good things of course. Hmm. Maybe he wasn't such a bad guy.She decided to message him through Instagram.Subha_Kr10: You!She didn't expect a reply so soon, but she got one nonetheless.Mahen_Vrma: You! You stalked
What really happened between Bhaskar (Vasundhara's ex-husband) and Narayan (Vasundhara's husband):Bhaskar looked around disoriented. He tried to move, but couldn't. At first, he thought he was too drunk, but as soon as his hazy vision cleared, he saw that he was tied up. To a chair. He looked around and found himself in a dimly lit room.He tried to scream. "Help!"But, it came out as a rasp. He heard low chuckling coming from the corner of the room."No one can hear you, idiot.""Who a-are you?"There was a loud slam and Bhaskar flinched."Don't fucking stutter. I hate it."Bhaskar gulped because he finally recognized the voice. It was Narayan Moorthi."Narayan..You're my friend." Bhaskar pleaded."You must be really drunk if you think I'm your friend."Narayan finally stepped into the light, dragging a chair behind him."Bhaskar, the drunkard. We finally meet again."He sat himself on the chair and stared at Bhaskar. He was a very pathetic man.Bhaskar had always been intimidated b
8 years later :Mahendra walked into his home with the sound of clanging pots and pans ringing in his ears.So, they were going to have one of those days. He rolled up his sleeves and silently crept up behind her in the kitchen."Honey, I'm home!"He slid his arms around her and laid his chin on her shoulder. She shrugged him off. "Fuck off Mahendra."He wanted to laugh, but he knew she wouldn't appreciate that. He put his hand on her rounded belly and waited for a kick. He wasn't disappointed and his heart filled with joy."Where are Rudraksh and Mrityunjay?"Subhadra turned around and faced him, with her hands on her hips and narrowed eyes. Fuck, she looked so beautiful.He reached behind her and squeezed her ass. He couldn't resist. He didn't know if she'd turn into a lion or a kitten.Thankfully, it was the latter. "They're at Latha's house. They were literally fighting like dogs."Mahendra pulled her closer to him. "Do you know what that means?" He wiggled his eyebrows."It me
The arrangements had all been made without any hurdles. Subhadra's and Mahendra's parents had gotten along very well and wanted to plan the wedding as soon as they could, from the prompting of Subha and Mahi, of course.Three months after they both had proposed to one another, they were finally getting married.Subhadra thought about it, but ended up giving a wedding invitation to Nehra. She had been invited to her marriage after all. Her courtesy was to give an invitation to Neha. Whether she showed up or not would be up to her.The days were passing by quickly and each day was more hectic than the last one, but through it all, Subhadra and Mahendra had fun. They were beyond excited.Subhadra had eagerly been waiting for the day she could finally call Mahendra Varma her husband and now, it was just a few hours away. In the meantime, photographs were being taken with all the people who had arrived.Subhadra was quite shorter than Mahendra, so she had to wear heels to look decent in th
Luck worked in her favor, and her boss gave her two days off."I hope you didn't convince him the way you convinced me." Mahendra laughed.Subhadra smacked him on his shoulder. "What if I said I did?" She asked teasingly."Well first, I wouldn't believe you. But, if we're being hypothetical, then, I would kill your boss and then, I would punish you real good, baby."Subhadra laughed. "You're insane, but you're mine.""Damn straight."The train ride was overnight, so they both had slept through it, and now they were at the hotel. They thought of booking separate rooms because of the eyes of the society, but Subhadra had told Mahendra to book one room, so that was what he did.To hell with the society. They knew what they were doing. Others were irrelevant.As Subhadra took out clothes from her bag, Mahendra could only stare at her in awe. He loved her so much. She had gotten a tattoo of his name on her heart, for god sake. He truly couldn't express in words how much she meant him. He
Mahendra was nervous about telling Subhadra, but he couldn't go five days without her. Many times, people had told him that the beginning of a relationship was bliss. It was only after, that it would start to fizzle out. Mahendra thought that those type of relationships were not relationships at all. He could never imagine such a situation with Subhadra. She was a firecracker who would keep him on his toes, and if she was too tired for that, he would keep her on her toes. When Subhadra's beautiful face popped through his office door, his heart started beating faster, as it always did when she was near. "Sweetheart. You're here!" Mahendra got up from his chair and hugged her, twirling her around in the process. Her giggles were music to his ears. He just hoped she wouldn't be angry after what he would tell her. "Subha, I have something to tell you.""Go on." She kissed his cheek. "I have to go to Vishakapatnam for five days."He saw her lose her smile. "Oh.""I booked a train ti
Two weeks went by blissfully. Subhadra went to work every morning and every evening was spent in Mahendra's club, talking to him and building the social media page of the club, which had gained a decent amount of popularity. One day, after Subhadra was heading out for work, she found Vasundhara leaning against a motorcycle. "Vasu! What are you doing here?"Vasundhara smiled at her. "I came for you dear. Would you like to go on a ride with me?""Of course."So, Vasundhara mounted the bike and Subhadra followed her. She just enjoyed the breeze through her hair and let Vasundhara drive. They finally stopped at a grassy field and Subhadra got off the bike. There were flowers scattered everywhere and the light breeze carried the smell of grass with it. "This is where me and Narayan had our first date." Vasundhara looked off into the distance and Subhadra, couldn't help but admire her more."Mahendra's father was an alcoholic and he was abusive. Luckily, I've always blocked the attacks
That Friday, Subhadra took nearly an hour to get ready. Half that time was spent in her trying to get her saree right. Nehra was right. Her mother wouldn't be able to tell if she was pregnant or not, if she wore a heavy saree like the one she was wearing. Mahendra told her that he would come and pick her up. He had arrived thirty minutes ago, when she'd barely even gotten ready. He had been talking to her father for the past half hour. God knew what they were both talking about. When she heard her Dad's rambunctious laughter, she came out of her room, to find both her parents talking and laughing with Mahendra. She wanted to jump his bones, which was pretty awkward considering her parents were right there. "Mahi, I'm ready."Subhadra's mother came to her and fixed her saree a bit. "Thanks Amma.""Be careful, you two." She warned. "We will.""See you later, Uncle, Auntie." He nodded toward her parents. Her father extended his hand for him to shake."It was very nice to meet you
Three days later, when Mahendra called Subhadra to inform her he wouldn't be able to make it to the shoot, which they had planned for his social media page, she was disappointed. But, when he told her he was sick, she was herself was worried sick. So she had bought medicine, soups and a teddy bear, which she hoped would make him feel better. She knocked on Mahendra's door, only to find it already opened. "Mahendra?" She called out. There was no response, so she walked further into his apartment. She had told him she would be coming. He of course was a stubborn mule, never wanting to accept anyone's help. She found him sprawled out on the bed, wrapped up in blankets. She put the bag of groceries near the foot of the bed and approached him. She pulled the blankets down a little and took a look at his face. His face looked ashen and his eyes were sunken in. "Poor sweetheart." "Mahendra. Wake up." She patted his cheeks for a good minute till he finally opened his eyes. "Let's tak
That night, Mahendra ended up dropping Subhadra at her house.The following morning, Subhadra woke up to the mailman ringing her doorbell.She signed the form and took her mail. Some of it was spam, but one was in a thick envelope.She opened it and found a wedding card. 'Vikram Satkar weds Nehra Trivedi.'She didn't know what to feel, but one feeling was apparent. Relief. She was also happy for the both of them. Somewhere, in the deep corner of her heart, she felt a bit of sadness, but that was natural. Everything had worked out for the best.She immediately got a phone call. It was Nehra."Hello Nehra. I see everything worked out."Nehra's voice was delighted. "Oh yes. Everything worked out just fine. You have to come to the marriage. It was because of you after all.""Nehra, I would love to come, but what about my belly?" Subhadra laughed."Your mother will wonder what happened to my pregnancy.""Just wear a fancy saree. She won't notice, but please, you have to come.""Alright,