I Lied to Someone I Love
The heavy silk of my saree feels like a shroud tonight, not the blessing it usually is. He sleeps beside me, his breathing even, a picture of calm. And I? I lie awake, the lie a raw wound festering in my heart.
We met through the usual channels, a family connection. My parents were thrilled; his family, respectable and traditional. It was during one of our early conversations, before the engagement was official, that he asked, gently, if there had ever been anyone else. My heart pounded like a temple drum. It was just a college crush, innocent, a fleeting affection, but in our world, it could have been a stain. A reason for them to pause, to reconsider.
I smiled, looked him in the eye, and said, "No, never." The words tasted like ash. I watched relief wash over his face, a genuine smile bloom. And in that instant, I cemented my deception.
Now, years later, he is my anchor, my confidante, the love I never knew I deserved. He holds my hand across the dinner table, laughs at my silly jokes, supports every dream. How can I, who holds him so dear, carry this deceit? Every touch feels like a betrayal, every sweet word he whispers, a dagger in my own soul. The fear of him finding out, of seeing that trust shatter in his eyes, is a constant, suffocating companion. I built this beautiful life on a foundation of sand, and I don't know if I can ever confess without watching it all crumble.
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