Wedding Anniversary

WEDDING ANNIVERSARY

Short Fiction – A Love Story

By

VIKRAM KARVE

 

From my Creative Writing Archives: 

Here is one of my short stories – originally titled WOMAN IN RED DRESS

I wrote this story 8 years ago – in the year 2009. 

By the way – this is FICTION – my imagination running wild – as always.

Do tell me if you liked the story...

WEDDING ANNIVERSARY – A Love Story by Vikram Karve

For those who have been lucky to have a love marriage – there is an important day to celebrate called “wedding anniversary”.

For me and my wife – surviving one of those quintessential loveless arranged marriages – our “wedding anniversary” is “just another day”.

That is why – instead of romancing each other over candlelight dinner – on our wedding anniversary – my wife and I are browsing books at the bookstore.

Suddenly – my wife says to me, “Arun, look...!”

“Where...?” I ask.

“There, near the window – look at the woman in the red dress...” my wife says, pointing her hand.

I look at the woman in the red dress.

“Don’t you know who she is...?” my wife asks excitedly.

“No...” I say.

“She is Nisha – the famous romantic author...” my wife says ardently.

“I have never heard of her...” I say nonchalantly.

“You come with me...” my wife says.

I follow her towards the bestseller rack near the entrance.

My wife she pulls out a paperback from the shelf – and shows me the photo of the woman in the red dress on the back-cover.

“Yes – it is her,” I say, “now let’s go home.”

“Come on, Arun – let’s meet her and get her autograph on this book…” my wife says.

“No…” I interrupt, “she’s browsing – and she is a celebrity – she won’t like to be disturbed – let’s go…” I say – and I turn towards the exit.

“Please…” my wife says.

“No – you don’t give these authors too much importance – let’s go home…” I say irritably, motioning my wife with my eyes.

“You go. I am going to get her autograph on this book,” my wife says – and she starts walking towards the woman in red who is still absorbed nose deep into browsing the book in her hand.

I turn and I quietly walk into the philosophy section and browse books.

After a while – my wife comes – and she says to me, “She wants to meet you…”

“Who?”

“Nisha – the author – she wants to meet you.”

“But I don’t want to…”

“Hi Arun – remember me...?” the woman in the red dress says – suddenly appearing in front of me.

I am terrified, struck dumb, speechless. 

I shiver in trepidation as I stare at the woman in red dress standing in front of me.

“Arun and me had a real good time together in college – we were going steady for a long time – your husband and me we were very close once upon a time...” the woman in the red dress says to my wife.

My wife looks confused.

I remain silent.

Then – the woman in red dress looks at me – and she says to me: “Do you remember what all we did – all the great fun we had together – those intimate moments – don’t you remember, Arun – or have you forgotten...?”

I avert my eyes and look down at me feet – and I wish the earth below me would split and swallow me up.

“Hey Arun darling – I am sure you have told your wife all about us – or haven’t you...?” the woman in the red dress says loudly – digging her fangs into me like a snake.

Seeing the horror-struck expression on my face – the woman in the red dress looks at my wife – and – she says to my wife: 

“I am really sorry – but I thought there was no place for secrets between husband and wife. I thought Arun would have told you about me….”

My wife looks at the woman in red dress defiantly, directly into her eyes – and then my wife emphatically says to her: 

“Of course Arun has told me everything about you. Yes – Nisha – I know everything about you and Arun. He has told me every single thing. Like you said – there is no place for secrets between husband and wife – my husband has told me everything about his past – including about you.” 

Then – my wife turns to me – and she says to me: “shall we go home, Arun...?”

Mesmerized – Awestruck – I look at my wife.

For the first time in my life – I feel a flood of love for my wife.

That is the moment I fall in love with my wife.

VIKRAM KARVE

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This story is a work of fiction.  Events, Places, Settings and Incidents narrated in the story are a figment of my imagination. The characters do not exist and are purely imaginary. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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This story was written by me Vikram Karve in the year 2009 and posted online earlier by me in my creative writing blogs a number of times including at urls: http://creative.sulekha.com/how-i-fell-in-love-with-my-wife_74054_blog  and  http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2011/09/my-favourite-short-stories-part-34.html  and  http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2012/01/do-you-remember-moment-when-you-fell-in.html  and  http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2012/10/can-there-be-love-in-arranged-marriage.html  and  http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2013/05/why-i-love-my-wife-blog-fiction-story.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2015/06/woman-in-red-dress.html