Asha traced the intricate pattern of red welts on her hands; she should have noticed the signs. The henna paste the beautician had filled in plastic cones to decorate her palms for a hefty fee last night had caused a kind of skin allergy. Nothing had seemed amiss when she applied it on Asha’s hands last night but this morning her skin was an angry, blotchy red. Today was an auspicious day; she was getting married to Vilas.
The groom’s family had reasonable demands – a car (swift Dzire), all electrical appliances for the house, jewellery for the mother in law and 2 sisters in law, gold chains for the men in the family (father in law and 2 brothers in laws), branded clothes for the close family members totaling 75 only.
Asha, at 32, was considered too old to be a catch even though she was the Vice President, Marketing at her firm. This marriage had been arranged after a year-long search on the matrimonial sites. The groom’s family was well-to-do but greedy. Their demands started from day one and looked likely to go on indefinitely but Asha’s parents were willing to give in to all their conditions. Having an unmarried daughter at home was cause for embarrassment for them and society didn’t help either. The well meaning jibes and taunts left her parents speechless and shame-faced.
Three months after the extravagant wedding, Asha is back at home. This time she’s sporting different kinds of welts not only on her hands but also all over her body. There are a few black and blue ones too. Her eyes are closed and she has stopped breathing, mercifully.
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