Marriage is a Ritual, Where Two people's bound to Each other for eternity, They take an oath they love each other for their whole life, marriage is means binding seven lives together[Saat janmon ka Bandhan], But For me being married to someone is a curse.
My entire life, I had waited for this day. I know that this day will come eventually and one day I have to get married to someone, As a political tool, and a sacrifice for my family.
After my parents died my brothers and their wives see me as a tool, to create an alliance with the powerful kingdom - by marrying me off to one of their princes.
"No one loved me here, I was the younger one when I was Just a Six-month-old my parents died in an accident, I was raised by Clan maids, My brothers always said to me we have a responsibility for our clan that we should follow with our heart. Man and woman who born in higher clans they have to fulfil their responsibility towards the clan.
Yeah right, it could for a Man, but not for Women. If a Prince married for alliance and didn't like his wife he could just marry another. Usually, most of them had several wives and mistresses, but for a princess the story was different. There's nothing she can do. She just had to please her husband and watch as he marries other women when he gets bored with her.
Having thought about those my blood got boiled but alas there is nothing that I can do now, I hated my life, here no one care about my feeling, what I want, they imprisoned me here in my whole life I didn't know what is the outside world looks like.
Today morning my brothers come to meet me With their wives, I have seven brothers and they are all married, I am the younger one.
They told me that I am going to get married in the evening and everyone congratulates me, and while leaving those brothers of mine said, that I am lucky they found me a groom who is The Third Prince of the Somali kingdom-one of the powerful kingdom.
Hearing those words I felt devasted, I cursed Them with the bottom of my heart, how cruel can someone become to gain some kind of benefits to selling one of their blood relatives. but alas I don't dare to oppose them.
I thought that if my parents are still alive, will they also treat me like that, what I have done to those guys to get this kind of treatment, I even cursed myself why I even alive to this day but alas I am also a coward, who fear of dying, I tried to die thousands of time but I couldn't, I didn't gather the courage to end my life.
Leaving all the bad thoughts behind me, I studied myself in the mirror. My maid had spent hours preparing me, making me look more beautiful than I was. I was wearing a white and golden dress, my BLue hair was combed back beautifully with a golden hairpin in the shapes of flowers and leaves. The makeup was perfect, the only problem was the jewellery. They were beautiful but heavy, now that I was wearing a lot of them. I was already feeling weak because of nervousness, or was it fear? I didn't know, but I was feeling sick. I tried to calm myself, but I couldn't, I was looking at myself in the mirror. and asking the question what now?
"My lady, don't you like the dress?" Nikita asked, she was the maid and one and only friend that I have, she knows my condition and feels pity for me. but alas she was just a maid she only gives me her condolences.
"Yeah, this is dress is nice, Thank you for your hard work, Nikita, you did a great job and thank you for always there for me whenever I felt alone, you were always there for me when I wanted someone, because of you I survived until today, Thank you so much, saying those words I hugged her, she hugged me back. I wanted to cry but I couldn't because I don't want to ruin my last moment with her by crying.
Everything is going to be alright," She told me. "Don't listen to the rumours, they are nothing but just that. Maybe your husband is a nice man, compared to the brothers of yours, these guys are devils in the human form, how can they treat their sisters like that" She tried to sound positive but I could hear the doubt in her voice.