pta hai, abhi mujhe already going on stories ke saath ek aur update karna shi nhi hai, but believe me guys. I wanted to write on this from so long, and I published lose you heart first but being unable to keep it in , I am publishing .
I will complete "hisgschool homophobia " first then this until then can you all just tell me whether I should write it or not?
This story is set in british era , starting from 1867 India, in Rajasthan .
Sounds of folk music was heard, mantras being chanted by priests , marrying many children to each other in premises of temple, children who don't even know the meaning of marriage.
today is akshay tritya(aakha teej) and this is thought of one of the auspicious days , no time is needed, whole day any one can get married, the day when most of the child marriage, a shameful act , a crime and victim being those innocent children get married in Rajasthan .
There are many conservative deeds in society and child marraige stands out among them most, today one of those victims was 15 year old Shubman sitting around one of the vedi , waiting as his bride is yet not here.
His family was sitting behind him , as the bride family is yet on the way to reach temple, theb biggest temple of Jaisalmer, town in the thar desert.
"don't move shubman.." his mother whispered , when he looked here and there and finally their servant came running "they are here.." and his grandfather nodded, getting up to meet his soon to be in laws.
"khamma ghani chaudhary shaab, sorry we got a little late.." the other man in his late thirties greeted the old man. The elders greet each other , smiling and Shubman was getting impatient, he saw two of his friends who were also getting married there, they were doing something priest was saying and the girls sitting beside them in those red lhengas.
"chaudhary shaab, we should start the rituals.." Priest said , making the elders agree and a little girl in same red lhenga was now standing beside Shubman whose eyes caught something else or someone else.
"I will marry him dada ji.." Shubman said pointing his finger to a boy who was standing behind his father, making every one shut their mouth.
"what are you saying ? he is a boy .. girls marry boys not boys to boys.." his grandfather spoke , priest chuckled taking it as a joke but Shubman stopped the girl from sitting , and went to the boy .
"no I don't care , I will marry him so him what will I do with her, we can't even play together and he is pretty too..." Shubman bluntly stated , whoever heard him went silent .
"please pardon our son, kishan shaab .. he is a child .. " his father spoke and other man shook his head "it's okay.. Shubman you can play with Ishan when he visits you or his sister or when you will come to our house .. "
Shubman was determined, or may be he was hypnotized by those innocent eyes looking at him , hiding behind his father's kurta or Shubman was a spoiled brat.
He fell on the floor in a dramatic way creating a scene, his mother glared at him but no , "uff now what ?" his grandfather spoke , making Shubman's father look at the boy named Ishan.
"no chaudhary shaab , Ishan won't be in this" the man spoke not ready to any proposal and Mr. gill sighed "Shub how about we take Ishan with us , alongside his sister ..." and the boy stopped , standing up .
"okay ... let's go .." Shubman held the other's soft hand dragging him to the vedi, "Ishan is only 12 chaudhary shaab how can he live with out us.."
"I know but just for two days and I will bring Ishan back , Shubman is very bratty , he won't marry if we don't agree.." Ishan's father looked at his children , Nitya was sitting ok, but Ishan was looking at him, a little afraid.
"please standup for pheras kuvar saa.." priest said and they stood up , the pheras began when Shubman saw Ishan standing with his mother not walking with him he held his hand "why are you now taking it, come .."
"naa naa kuvar sa , you and Nitya take these pheras .. " he looked at his mother in law and asked "Ishan not coming with me?"
and Shubman stopped after second phera , when the boy spoke in a tiny voice "no, my maa baba is here, jiji will go with you.."
"dada sa see what he is saying ? father I want him to come with us.." the priest was afraid now, this boy is notorious what if he ran away in mid, "yes yes my son he will .. you complete the marriage first.."
finally Shubman completed the pheras and dragged Ishan this time to sit beside him , other boy glared at him with those innocent eyes, by now temple was almost empty "put the sindoor on bride's forehead "
Shubman's mother encouraged him but his mother yelled when he put it on Ishan's smiling "SATYANASH" Shubman flinched and Ishan's mother quickly pulled now almost on the verge of crying boy "it's okay baccha .. let me dust it off.."
The lady dusted it off, and Shubman's grandmother smacked his back "dadu sa.. see dadi sa .." the mischievious boy said, but shut his lips when the man glared at him .
"Shubman do it on Nitya's forehead.. be quick.." his father's words were enough for shubman to behave and finally his marriage was done, with his 14 year old wife now glaring at him .
"chaudhary shaab now I have to go.. " Priest bowed and went away, he never saw some one this misbehaving.
No matter what happen , at the end of the day Shubman was smiling seeing the 12 year old teary eyes Ishan sitting on their cart, going back to their village .
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Innocence
Fanfiction"bring the bride .." priest said and a 15 year old Shubman's eyes set on the innocent boy. "tum ro kyu rhe ho?" "to ab kya karu mere baba ne mujhe yha bhej diya.." and he started crying again.
