I’m Living a Double Life
My life is a meticulously woven sari of lies. One drape for the world, another hidden beneath, suffocating me.
At home, I am the dutiful daughter, the future Mrs. Sharma, soon to embark on a respectable arranged marriage. My parents beam with pride, unaware of the chasm in my soul. Every smile I offer my fiancé feels like a betrayal; his kind eyes, so full of innocent trust, pierce me. The wedding preparations – the pujas, the shopping for silks, the endless family discussions – are a cruel masquerade.
Then there’s *him*.
Our stolen moments in crowded cafes, hushed calls late at night, a touch of hands that speaks volumes. With him, I am whole, vibrant, *myself*. The girl who dreams of a life beyond duty, of choosing her own path, her own heart. He sees me, truly sees me, beyond the expectations and traditions.
The weight of this deception is crushing. One day, it will shatter. The thought paralyses me. My parents' heartbreak, the village whispers, the shame… it’s a price I cannot bear. But how can I live without *him*? How can I condemn myself to a half-life, a polite pretense, for the sake of honour?
Each day, I paint on a brave face, my heart a battlefield. I'm living a double life, and both parts are slowly consuming me, leaving nothing but a hollow echo where I once was.
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