The Happy Bride

The colourful tents crowding the vicinity of my society had initially confused me. Then I remembered, I was the bride. If I had said that out loud, my husband-to-be would have throttled me. He was the ‘lucky groom’ of the year since his family considered a good harvest auspicious prior to marriage as it promised years worth of wealth and pride within the Kumar family. I was not in the least bit flattered when Abhijeet, very sincerely, had affairs behind my back with another man who everyone assumed to be his pal.
Begrudgingly, I had a veil over my eyes.