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After the Wedding Chapter 5

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By the time Anand woke that morning, the house already felt different, as if it had quietly taken a side while he slept. The sunlight entered without softness, landing directly on the wardrobe and the open shelf beside the mirror, where Divya had reorganized things the previous night with a confidence that allowed no discussion. Her belongings were no longer grouped politely in one corner; they occupied the central space, while his clothes and personal items had been compressed, folded smaller, pushed into secondary positions that did not ask permission. Anand noticed this immediately, and instead of resisting the feeling, he felt a strange tightening in his chest that carried both fear and relief. He stood in front of the mirror longer than usual, studying his reflection with an honesty he had avoided for years, noticing how his body no longer held the sharp readiness it once did. His shoulders seemed softer, his posture less defensive, and even his expression carried a hesitation tha...
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She Wore the Uniform. I Wore the Saree - 2

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Chapter 2 - Permission Is Never Just Permission The debts didn’t come all at once. They came disguised as hope. First, the borewell failed. Not completely—just enough to make us believe the next one would work. The second borewell failed more honestly. By then, hope had already signed papers in my name. Seeds were bought on credit. Fertilizer came with smiles and casual promises after harvest, after harvest. When the harvest failed, the promises stayed, sitting heavy in the air like unfinished sentences. The men from the cooperative bank began coming regularly. They never raised their voices. They never threatened. That made it worse. They sat on my veranda as if it belonged to them, legs crossed, notebooks resting comfortably on their thighs, speaking in calm tones—rainfall, interest rates, government schemes—as though they were discussing weather, not the slow dismantling of my life. I nodded, said *yes* at the right places, offered coffee I could barely afford. Meena watched everyth...
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She Wore the Uniform. I Wore the Saree

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Chapter - 1 Kandamalli Puram Changed First. Then Our House Did.  Kandamalli Puram was not a village where change announced itself loudly. Things shifted there the way seasons did—quietly, without permission, long after people had decided nothing would ever be different. In Kandamalli Puram, memories clung harder than dust. A man’s past mistakes were remembered longer than his children’s names, and debts were spoken of with more seriousness than weddings or funerals. Respect was not measured by how you treated people, but by how much land you could point to when asked who you were. And a woman’s place—her boundaries, her silence, her obedience—were so firmly agreed upon that nobody ever felt the need to explain them out loud. I was born into that certainty.My name was Ramesh. Farmer. Son of a farmer. Husband to Meena. The land behind our house had my father’s sweat in it, my grandfather’s bones somewhere beneath it, and my own pride scattered across its dry stretches. I wore my mous...
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After the wedding chapter 4

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The street outside was warm with mid-morning traffic. Coconut vendors shouted from their carts. A temple bell rang somewhere distant.Divya stood by the bike, key already in hand, helmet strapped tight.Anand, in a soft beige kurta and a cloth bag slung over his shoulder, adjusted the strap of his sandal. He reached out, instinctively, for the bike handle.She glanced at him, not harshly but as if she hadn’t even considered offering. “I’ll ride. You always get distracted in market traffic,” she said, half-smiling.He let go.He sat behind her, arms gently resting, not around her waist but lightly near. She rode fast, precisely. She didn’t ask him which route to take. She didn’t need directions. He stopped trying to give them.They entered the small store tucked between a tailoring shop and a juice center. The usual man was at the counter.“Enna venum, sir?” he asked—looking directly at Divya.Anand blinked, unsure if the man meant it politely or mistakenly.Divya didn’t correct him. She handed ...
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After the Wedding Chapter- 3

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For the first time since they were married, a Monday morning didn’t feel rushed. Divya had woken early, dressed in her soft grey cotton kurta, and left with barely a whisper. A single kiss on Anand’s forehead. The way one kisses a sleeping child. He stirred but didn’t open his eyes. The flat felt wider that morning. Slower. Anand walked into the kitchen still in his checked lungi, his hair messily tied with a rubber band he'd picked up from the floor. He hadn’t planned to stay home. But after breakfast, he found himself not logging in. He simply… paused.The office laptop was closed on the corner desk. His phone buzzed with meeting reminders. A voice message from his colleague, Karthik. A polite nudge: “Joining in 15 mins?” He didn’t reply.Instead, Anand looked around the living room, tracing the light that fell diagonally across their bookshelf. Dust had gathered in the corners. A vase held two marigolds that had long dried and curled. Something about the silence between 9 and...
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After the Wedding Chapter-2

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Chapter 2: The Mirror Blurs The apartment was quiet that Tuesday evening. Anand stood in the bathroom, shaving cream spread along his jaw. The mirror had fogged lightly from the hot water tap. As he wiped it clean, he paused there was a tiny red bindi stuck to the corner of the mirror. He smiled faintly.“She must’ve stuck it last week,” he thought, then carefully left it untouched. He took longer to shave that day. Not because of carelessness, but because he was looking at his face, not just grooming it. His chin looked softer than before. His lips, naturally pinker. Maybe he was just noticing himself differently now. He didn’t know why Divya returned late that night. Not too late—but just past their dinner time. She had messaged earlier: “One extra call. Sorry, da.” She entered wearing a kurti and leggings, her laptop bag slung on one shoulder. Her kajal was smudged from the day, her hair messy but tied. She looked busy. Real. Confident.“Did you eat?” she asked, slipping off her sand...
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Part :5 The Wager That Changed Everything

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 The credits on the period drama rolled silently. Karan absentmindedly traced gentle circles on Sneha’s shoulder. Her breathing had slowed, not quite asleep—but content, grounded. Her hair still smelled of city air and old perfume, and there was a faint smudge of kajal under one eye. His fingers trailed down, brushing the soft silk of his kaftan. She shifted slightly and murmured, “You make this place feel like a home.” That sentence stayed in the air longer than any dialogue from the screen. Karan looked down at her. “Do I?” She turned her head slightly on his lap, lips close to the fabric now. “Mhm. You... soften everything. I come back to warmth. To light.” He swallowed. “But you’re the one doing all the real work. The deals. The late nights. The signatures.” Sneha’s eyes fluttered open. “You think value comes only from what gets signed?” He didn’t answer.Instead, she sat up slowly and turned to face him on the sofa. You cooked. You folded the laundry. You diffused the la...
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