"To Be His Wife" (Short Story)

 

"To Be His Wife"

Aditi Sharma had always believed in standing tall with grace. For her, marriage wasn't a dream but a responsibility she would take only for her family's happiness. When her parents arranged her match with Aditya Mehra — the reserved, stoic businessman known for his ambition and control — she agreed.

Aditya too, scarred from a complicated past relationship, saw marriage as an alliance, not an emotional journey. He agreed for family reputation and societal pressure. Neither expected love. Neither wanted drama.

Their engagement was silent. Formal. Devoid of butterflies.

But during a private conversation post-rituals, Aditi laid one clear condition:

“Agar kabhi kisi aur ladki ke saath dil lagaya... toh na hungama karungi, na chup chap chali jaungi. Main khud apne haathon se tumhari uss ladki se shaadi karwa dungi.

Use pata chalna chahiye... tumhari lover banna shayad aasan ho, par tumhari wife banna nahi.”

Aditya was stunned. Not by her words, but the calm conviction in her voice.


Their marriage was elegant but cold. Aditya respected Aditi's space. Aditi never crossed boundaries. They lived like roommates with a wedding ring. No fights. No passion. Just perfect silence.

They set rules.

  • No interference in each other's work.

  • No unnecessary questions.

  • Respect in public, distance in private.

But Aditi was not fragile. She was sharp, composed, independent — the kind of wife who wouldn’t ask where he was at night, but would read it in his eyes.

And that unnerved Aditya.


Three months into marriage, Aditi sensed a shift. Aditya was restless. His late-night calls had returned. His eyes carried secrets again.

She didn’t confront. She observed.

One night, she saw the name “Sana” flash repeatedly on his phone. A name from his past.

Aditi didn’t react. She didn’t cry. Instead, she began preparing.


Aditi invited Aditya for dinner. A rare moment. A full meal, candlelight, and calm music. He sat surprised.

“Kya baat hai?” he asked, half-nervous.

“Bas… tumhare liye kuch tayyari karni thi,” she smiled.

“Kis cheez ki?”

“Tumhari dusri shaadi ke liye.”

“Excuse me?” he blinked.

“Maine us ladki ko milne bulaya hai. Sana. Tumhare liye sab kuch arrange kar diya hai. Venue bhi fix hai. Tum donon ki shaadi mein main witness bhi banoongi.”

Aditya stood frozen. Aditi stood calm.

“Use pata chalna chahiye Aditya... tumhare saath coffee peena, baatein karna, pyar jatana... ye sab bahut aasan hai.

Par tumhari wife banna — tumhari duniya ka hissa banna — uss ladki ko dikhana zaroori hai.”


Aditya’s anger flared.

“Tum mujhe force kar rahi ho?”

“Nahi. Tumhare decisions mein kabhi dakhal diya hai maine?”

Her voice never rose. But her words shook him.

That night, Aditya sat alone, rewinding every moment from the past three months — how Aditi silently stood by him, cooked his food, stayed awake in his sickness, never demanded his time, but gave him her presence.

And Sana? She wanted the thrill, but not the responsibility.

He finally saw the difference.


Sana came as invited, dressed in a designer saree, confident of reclaiming her love. But what she found wasn’t the Aditya she once loved. It was Aditi — graceful, poised, and prepared.

Aditi handed her the wedding card mock-up.

“This is for you. You wanted Aditya, right?”

Sana looked at Aditya, expecting his smile.

But he stood beside Aditi. Not behind. Not across. But beside.

“Mujhe maaf karna Sana. Tum meri past thi. Jo kabhi meri future nahi ban sakti thi.”

Sana left without a word.


That night, Aditya sat beside Aditi. No distance. No silence.

“Tumhara tareeka alag hai Aditi. Tumne mujhe kabhi roka nahi… isiliye main khud ruk gaya.”

“Main tumhari zindagi mein interference nahi, balance banna chahti thi.”

He held her hand — for the first time not as a husband, but as a man who finally saw her.


Months passed. The mansion once filled with silence now echoed with shared laughter and soft arguments.

Aditi never changed. She was still strong, calm, and composed.

Aditya, too, didn’t become overly romantic. But he learned to show up. To stay. To choose her every day.

Because being a wife wasn’t about adjusting or crying.
It was about showing strength without shouting.

And Aditya finally learned what Aditi meant when she said:

“Tumhari lover banna aasaan hai...
Par tumhari wife banna nahi.”

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