Gunah kyon ki?

Aadhya was startled when she left a huge hand on her shoulder, lifting her gaze she saw her husband who had a straight face and looked unhappy.

“Ji. I am sorry.”

Vikram didn't say a word but he was pulling out the Bobby pins from her hair. Aadhya felt very nervous feeling a man's hand on her as it didn't belong to her father but it wasn't uncomfortable. Maybe it was because it belonged to her husband, with whom she'll spend the rest of her life with. They were united in a sacred bond of marriage.

His silence was making her come up with various scenarios in her little head. She heard how her husband was a man who was quickly angered and his fist was faster than his anger. The whole of Rivashpur knew of their Hukum's shortcomings. He was a man of pride, strong willed, intelligent, unforgiving to those who go against him.

Aadhya had already poked all the sensitive areas where she shouldn't have. She somehow was now scared of the outcome. She should have just stayed put and went ahead with the marriage without creating any scenario. She shouldn't have thought of her own wishes first. She should have been a reasonable and obedient child to her parents but no she did all the opposites of it. Her parent's head were bowed broke her heart and now the silence from Thakur was killing her. She had no idea what he would do to her.

If he decided to torture her today she should never be able to stand a chance to survive his tortures given the difference in their physical built and status. No matter what he decides Aadhya was willing to bear it all as long as he does not bring any harm to her parents for her doings.

She quickly got on her knees and joined her hands staring at his feet.

“Humse bahut bari gunah Hui hai. Hum jante hain aap humare in gunahon ho kabhi maaf nahi karenge. Aap jo saza dena chahte hain humein manzur hai bas (looking up at him with her tear filled eyes) humare Ma-Baba ko humari gunahon ki saza na de.” She begged.

Vikram stood still looking down at his little bride who was on her knees begging for her parent's wellbeing. Had it been any other soul he would have put a bullet through the head for trying to bring shame to his name but with his little wife, he just couldn't.

He sat down on the dressing stool just where his little bride was seated a while ago and pulled her head closer to his. His hand alone was the size of her face.

“Gunah kyon ki?”