Draped dazzling and dreamy she entered the room. The smell of jasmines filled up her senses. Having travelled the contours of this night many times in her mind, today she will traverse it for real.
With bated breath and pounding heart she eagerly awaits her first romantic encounter.
He bangs the door, charges in the room, turns off the lights. The smell of jasmine is lost in his heavy breath which stinks of alcohol. Her dreams of love crushed beneath his mechanical lust.
And thus they met ..the strangers in the night, strangely to stay so for their whole life.
This is written for all those young beautiful Indian brides who get married to complete strangers and were not lucky enough to realize their dream of love. My heart goes out for all of them whose dreams are crushed on their very first night.
This post is dedicated to the amazing prompt on Write Tribe - "Strangers in the Night" suggested by the amazing Suzy.