Sleepless Night... another snippet from 'CLANDESTINE'

 

Dressed in a black micro shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt for the night, with most of her beautifully shaped body exposed, Poonam looked like anything but a bride. It hardly made any difference. Nothing in this marriage fitted into the definition of an Indian marriage. But it was one anyway, and Poonam had vowed to make it work; she was pretty sure it definitely would work better than many of the kind she knew.  The cool April breeze was giving her gooseflesh, as if urging her to get into bed, but she was stark awake. Sitting in an easy chair, in the balcony, Poonam looked at her watch – 1:00 am. Her shiny black eyes lined with thick black kajal, her lovely face in a trance, her wavy hair being soft lifted by the gentle night wind – she looked like an enchantress. There was so much going on in her mind, that it was being difficult to pinpoint what it exactly was about. Poonam unlocked her phone and texted Vishwajeet, “Missing you more than ever…” - the message which she had been sending absolutely religiously, every single night before closing her eyes, for the last 5 years.  So what if it was her nuptial night? She could not skip this...