I almost cried after reading Jasmine’s story. She was right when she said love is not about being married, it is about being loved.
Highly inspired by her, I dare to share my story with you which is not about eternal love but actually a tale of deceit.
I knew her since school and we were best friends. I really loved her and she was also my well wisher, atleast that is what I thought. The only problem was she believed I was luckier than her. I started noticing it when she attributed every small success of my life to my ‘luck’. But I still had no problem with it.
She was the first person I confided in about my wish to get married to Amit. She sounded happy to hear it, so happy that she gifted me a neckpiece that she wanted me to wear on my wedding day. She liked Amit and had met him several times. Infact, I was glad that two very important people in my life Amit and my best friend got along well with each other. It was all perfect till the day my parents tried to fix my marriage elsewhere. I could not think of my life without Amit and we both planned to elope. I told her about my plans and she was in for it. She said she had arranged for the hotel booking and her cousin sister who was a lawyer and would help us in getting the marriage registered.
Then, the day I was about to leave my house, I got a call on my home land line. I picked up the phone and the man on the other side said he wanted to talk to my dad. It was a normal call but I panicked. I was ready to step out but my intuition told me something was not right and I waited for the phone call to get over. That was my mistake. Within minutes, my dad hung up and grabbed my arm and locked me inside a room. He told me it was my best friend on the other line and she had revealed him my plans of eloping with Amit. I couldn’t believe it. I was sure my dad was lying to me and was trying to create a rift between us.
I coudn’t even contact anyone as my parents disconnected my mobile and I was locked up in one room. No one from outside the family was allowed to meet me. I couldn’t dial or receive anyone’s phone. My mommy counseled me very well and said that she believed my dad and she was sure that my friend only leaked our plans. The fact that she never tried to come home to meet me gradually helped me in believing my dad. But I still waited for Amit. I heard from him few times through the blank calls my land line phone got in my dad’s absence but slowly I realized that if he did not have the courage to meet me in front of my parents, he probably did not deserve me.
It was a month of trauma. But with my supportive mom and a chirpy younger sister, I was able to get better in sometime. After about two months, I could re-join my college and learnt that Amit had eloped with a girl. I discarded the news saying the plans could not materialize but was shocked to know that he had run away with my best friend! I did not even wish to collect the details of their lives.
Five years on, I am happily married and do not even think about these two snakes but sometime back she sent me an email seeking forgiveness. She wanted to reunite with me and said that marrying Amit was a wrong decision. Infact she said that Amit was not a nice person and that she was contemplating a divorce. She didn’t write about how it happened and I didn’t care to ask her.
I do not trust her and I do not even believe her words in the email. I have come quite long way in my marriage with a loving and very caring husband and I love him immensely. I am very happy with my present life. But I noticed her address in the signature of her email and I couriered her, the neckpiece that she had gifted me. I also sent a note to her –
Hey, what goes around come around. Here is a gift for you in case you wish to remarry.
I wanted to write more but my hubby said silence is more powerful than words.
Whenever I think about this episode, my heart is filled with wrath but then I think of my hubby and feel that she was so right when she called me lucky.
I am indeed lucky and luckier than her. And she is also a bit lucky because she got a friend who, despite all the hatred in heart, won’t reveal her name on a public forum.
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