An arranged marriage that seemed to be perfect
She was distraught. How could this have happened? Tears rolled down her cheeks as she packed her bags, throwing in whatever she could lay her hands on. While she had all along known that Ramesh, her husband, was a flirt, a harmless flirt at that, his inappropriate liaison with a woman was too much for her to swallow. Picking up her bags, she had a last look at the house which had been her second home for past two years, turned around slowly and descended the steps towards the cab in the driveway. The cab driver came forward, took the bags from her, and placed them in the boot of the sedan. Anita quietly sat in the rear seat lost in thoughts. A query from the driver, “Shall we move, madam?” brought her back to the present time. She nodded and the driver drove away towards the airport.
Anita was a beautiful girl belonging to an upper middle-class family of Punjab. She belonged to a very close-knit family. Her early life was spent mostly in the erstwhile Punjab of the undivided India, now in Pakistan. She had four siblings, the youngest being almost ten years her junior. She had barely completed her college studies when tragedy struck the family in the form of her father’s death. Her mother was a very proud and upright lady and refused any financial help from any member of her late husband’s family. Being the eldest in the family, Anita’s young shoulders had to bear the burden of supporting the family. She trained to be a Montessori teacher and got a job in the local school.