Her Duty
by @ShekharsGayHe had always obeyed the sacred law. But tonight, the ritual felt different when he lifted the veil and saw his mother's eyes in his bride's face. Becos his father wanted this. Than had sex with her
MEET THE CHARACTERS
Ryan
Ryan is a young man of 20 with intense dark eyes that hold both determination and confusion, his lean frame carrying the weight of tradition. He moves with a quiet grace that contrasts with the turmoil inside him, his hands callused from working the family land yet gentle in their gestures.
Salma
Salma is Ryan's mother, a woman of 38 whose beauty has matured into something both commanding and serene, with warm brown eyes that have seen both joy and sacrifice. She carries herself with the quiet dignity of someone who has shouldered family responsibilities for decades, her movements economical and her voice soft but firm, always smelling faintly of sandalwood and home.
EXPLORE CHAPTERS
Unspoken Vows
The pandit's chanting fills the small temple as Riwaz stands rigid beside Priya, his mother-bride. He can't look at her, focusing instead on the garland of marigolds in his trembling hands. Priya's fingers brush his as she accepts the garland, her touch electric against his skin. 'Our duty begins,' she whispers, her voice barely audible over the mantras. Riwaz finally meets her eyes, seeing not a mother but a woman bound to him by sacred threads, and his breath catches.
Unspoken Vows
The pandit's chanting fills the small temple as Riwaz stands rigid beside Priya, his mother-bride. He can't look at her, focusing instead on the garland of marigolds in his trembling hands. Priya's fingers brush his as she accepts the garland, her touch electric against his skin. 'Our duty begins,' she whispers, her voice barely audible over the mantras. Riwaz finally meets her eyes, seeing not a mother but a woman bound to him by sacred threads, and his breath catches.
Interrupted Vows
As they stand alone for the first time, a frantic knocking echoes at the door. Salma's brother, Dev, bursts in, his face flushed with anger. 'This cannot stand! The village is talking!' he shouts, glaring at Ryan. Salma steps between them, her voice trembling but firm. 'Our vows are spoken.' Ryan clenches his fists, the old confusion returning. 'Leave us,' he says coldly. Dev hesitates, then spits, 'You'll regret this.' The door slams shut, leaving them staring at each other, the outside world now pressing in.
Defiant Vows
Ryan steps protectively in front of Salma, his dark eyes blazing. 'We don't care about the will,' he declares, voice low and fierce. Harish shakes his head sadly, warning that the village will shun them and the farm could be lost. Salma's hand finds Ryan's, her sandalwood scent calming him as she says, 'Let them talk. Our love is stronger than paper.' They turn to each other, and in a moment of reckless passion, Ryan whispers, 'I'll burn that will myself if it means keeping you.' Their lips meet hungrily, sealing a vow that defies tradition and law.