21st March, 1980 , Jermyn Street , London.....

A beautiful young girl of 25 was running towards the balcony to watch her husband leaving for 2 days. There's noting new in it. Shubman often goes out for days and weeks for work. He is a bright young heart sergeant afterall. Sara always watches him walking out of the colony serectly from the balcony. She watches untill his shadow goes out of her sight. Once Shubman's long straight figure crossed the colony she sighed , came inside the apartment closing the bacony door as it was chilly outside.

It's very common for Shubman to be out of station. Work calls. Sara always watches him secretly hoping for him to look back for once. But in all these days Shubman had never looked back not even once. If he did he could have seen the deep longing in his wife's eyes.

Sara sighed closing her eyes tiredly. She is really tired of her life. The life which seems to be perfect in other's eyes. Why not?
She is a bright student. Her father is really supportive. She grew up in a welthy family. She is beautiful elegant and well educated. Last but not the least she has a perfect husband who earns well , is handsome , caring and responsible and more over he has encouraged Sara to pursue her career even after marriage and never bounded her in household duties. Its definitely a perfect life a woman could ask for.

But is it really enough??

Maybe yes. Then why Sara is feeling like this?

She opend her eyes which were full of tears. She didn't try to hold them back. She wanted to scream in front of the world that nothing is perfect. The word 'perfect' itself is full of imperfections. In these 2 years of her married life she has experenced severel sides of Shubman...

His gentelness.

His responsibilities.

His care.

His respect.

His observations.

His comfort.

His duties.

His support.

His understanding nature.

His zero male ego.

His protectiveness.

But the thing she never got to taste is
'His love'.

Yes, Shubman never loved her. There relationship has only formalities and responsibilities , no warmth. Her mind always knew it but her heart wasn't ready to accept it. Her heart has always consoled her that maybe he is shy and introvert. But slowly the hope inside her is dying. She has no option but to accept that this is Shubman's nature only. But how?

How can it be possible?
A person doesn't have feelings can be happen maybe but a man doesn't have any physical needs...how is it possible?

The only answer biology has of this question is that he is asexual.

In the initial days of her marriage she tried hard to attract him both mentally and physically but all in vain. He always noticed her efforts but never responded to it. At this point Sara feels suffocating.
What will she do?

She has only two options...
One is to accept Shubman as he is.
Two is to get a divorce.

But what would be the reason of divorce?

What will she answer to the world?

Overall divorce is definitely a big decision.

But why their relationship never worked ?

Maybe cause they both were aware of the void and painful silence between them. Still Sara tried. She tried untill her hope fades.

Sara sighed and got up. Usually she has nothing much to do in the household except for her own studies. But today she felt like doing something. Maybe to kill time or distract herself from those thoughts.

How about dusting?
Yeah, sounds good.

She started doing it while humming some song lowly. After completing the whole apartment she stood infront of Shubman's study room. Sara doesn't usually enters in this room. No that Shubman has forbed her but she never felt like going inside. Shubman spends most of the time in this room so Sara never really wanted to invade his privacy. After hesitating for some minitues she entered inside.

She was doing her work mindlessly when some books fell from the salve. She quickly picked them up but some papers more like old letters fell from one book.

She picked them up and was about to keep them back but stopped on a red paper.

A red sacrlet letter.

There were many more letters written in some other language most probably Bengali. That's why she didn't understand them. But if she did she would have noticed the phrase...

'প্রিয় শুভি' ( dear Shubi)

She failed to read it for her lack of knowledge in the language. But looked like these letters are very precious. Then why that red letter caught her eyes. Cause it was written in English alphabets and cherry on top it's her husband's handwriting.

She knew it's not right to read someone's letter. But again curiosity kills. And the very fact that an unromantic person like Shubman can write a letter that too in this type of red paper is something unbelievable for her.

After a long debates of dos and don'ts she finally opend it. The alphabets are english but the language is hindi. Thankfully Sara knows hindi.

There was no name of the writter but how can Sara not recognise her own husband's handwriting. The letter goes...

Sayad meri ye chithi kavi tujh tak nehi pohochegi firbi likh raha hoon. Apne aap ke hi liye. Aj may tujhe nehi kahunga mere liye intezaar karneko. Tujhse promise karwa tha na ki tu mera intezaar karega bas tor dena use. May nehi kar paya re. Tera Shubi har gaya.
Darpok hay tera Shubi nehi lar paya tere liye. Nehi hoon re tere kabil. Sadhi tay ho gayi hay meri. Ho sake to mujhe maaf kar dena aur khus rehena. Teri wo hasi jo meri duniya thi bas use mat kho dena. Please. Hamesha teri hi bate sunta aya hoon. Aj may kuch bolu? Pata hay nehi sun payega fir vi ....

May tujhe kavi vul nehi payunga aur kavi kousis vi nehi karunga. Kyu ki may yaad rakhna chata hoon tujhe aur tere sath bitaye huye har ek pal ko.  zindegi ke sabse haseen pal mayne tere sath ziye aur ye khamosi vi baat karti hay ye mujhe tere sath hi samajh ayi thi jab ghanto tu mere kandho pe sar rakhke baitha reheta tha baat na ho kar vi baat hoti thi. Aur ayese kitne sare gane hay na jo ham sath suna karte the. Tujhe pasand thi iss liye mujhe vi pasand a jati thi. Aj vi jaab kuch achha nehi lagta tere panadida gane sunta hoon...achha lagta hay. Fir zindegi ke sath chaneki kousis karta hoon. Kyu ki zindegi to chalte reheti hayna.

Keya tujhe vi may yaad ata hoon?

Aur ha ab may aur der tak bahar nehi reheta. Har roj sehi samay pe khana vi khata hoon. Teri sare bate vi manta hoon. Par keya fayda aj ke bad tu kaha hoga datne ke liye.

Mujhe maaf kar dena please.

I love you and only you.

Aj ek akhri bar ke liye ek sayari sunayu? Na mat kehena...

Jo jhoot likhu to tujhe mera likh du..
Jo sach likhu to khud ko tera likh du..

Bas aur kavi paresaan nehi karunga tujhe kavi nehi.

10.02.1978

It's the date their marriage got fixed. Shubman was her dad's favourite student. So he proposed Shubman to marry his daughter. Shubman dined at first but then his family said 'yes' suspiciously.

Each letter of the letter was piercing through her heart. With every sentence her hands were shaking and whole body was feeling jittery. She was having a cyclone of emotions inside but her eyes were dry as if they wanted her to see and fell every word clearly. But her world stopped at the last phrase of the letter.

To,
My beloved Ishan..

The letter fell from her hand. She sat there numbly.

P.s: Thank you soo much for showing this much interest to this story. I couldn't stop myself from updating.
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