Stories worth $haring #13 : I married a Stranger


Forgive me, for the article is long ! But by the end you will realize its a masterpiece ! Learn & Live. Live & Learn.

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I was on the bed, feeling terrified. I opened my diary and wrote, ‘I married a stranger’ and quickly hid it under the bed. My whole body was shaking.

“What do I do?” I questioned myself.
“Do I act like a virgin?”
” But what if he finds out? Do I tell him to wait for it for a few days? But what if it makes him angry?”

The front door opened and my heart jumped in my neck. I was breathing heavily. The sound of his footsteps gave me goosebumps. I looked down and pretended to be calm. I saw him stopping at the door though I wasn’t looking at him.

“Ghauri”, he said with ever-so-calm voice. I dared not to look at him.

“Ghauri, I am going to sleep in another room”, he said.

‘If your husband doesn’t want to sleep with you, you have failed as a wife’, echoed my mother’s voice in my head. But I didn’t look up. I stayed quiet.

“Don’t you want to ask me why?”, he said, with little humor in his voice, clearly trying to cheer me up.

I looked at him for just a few seconds and looked down again.
“You are my wife”, he said and paused, and then he continued, “not a prostitute.”
I really didn’t know what he meant as my mind wasn’t working well. ‘When you don’t know what to say to your husband, keep your mouth shut’ came back my father’s voice. I obeyed him as usual.

“If we sleep together when we really don’t know each other, what different you would be from a prostitute? We will sleep together someday, when both of us wants it, and that day, I’d be making love to my wife. I definitely won’t be having sex with a stranger.” Continue reading


When I lose Her !


When I lose her,

And it will be soon.

I will not allow my eyes to know tears, or permit my heart to feel pain, or give my voice leave to howl at the careless moon.

I will not show grief, or exhibit sorrow, or display my suffering through a torrent of bleak and ruined words.

I will not linger over her image, or reread her messages, or recall the heady days when her beauty and her body and her dreams belonged to me.

I will only smile and gently let her go.

Truly glad she has found someone,

to make her happy.