The flashlights of the camera fell on
my charming face. All the channels and print media covered the news
"DCP Abir's secret marriage came into the light."
I held her hand, understanding that
she is uncomfortable. I never thought of
marrying anyone. I know I can't love anyone except for my duty, but before joining the duty I loved a girl.
I don't know how she( girl standing beside him) was dragged into my life without my interference.
Just then, I noticed the Home Minister
Nishant's car entering the premises. He
came directly to us. I touched my forehead and rubbed slightly to control my anger at him.
"What's this Abir? Is she really your wife? I know men have their needs, but don't commit to such girls to save your
reputation. Life is more important thanreputation," he whispered to me.
I felt like punching him hard on his face at that place itself. How can he talk like that about a girl without knowing anything? They are our leaders chosen by us through elections. Very disgusting.
The vote has the power to write the future of our nation. But many of us forget this fact and see the day of the election as a paid holiday. That's why people of this type are grabbing power in various illegal ways and becoming a threat to our society. I controlled my anger by replacing it with a forced smile.
"Sir, she is my wife. Not a prostitute as
you assumed. I am a true man who makes love only to my wife and I know how pure it is. It's not just fulfilling the need of a man in me. It's eternal way of showing my love to my wife and assuring her that we both are one forever in spite of any
circumstances," I answered truthfully.
His expressions changed for a while,
listening to my words. Then he smirked at me.
"Are you ready to tie a knot in front of
us Mr. Abir, to save the reputation of
our department?"
Nishant asked, looking at me. I understood his evil intention, but I
can't decide without knowing her decision.
I looked at her. She nodded. I closed my
eyes for a few minutes, and then I agreed to marry her. Nishant gave me mangalsutra. I understood that it's a trap planned by him and tied the knot to her in front of everyone, and even filled her partion with vermilion.
"DCP sir, can you please show your
wife's face to us?" a reporter asked,
followed by a few other journalists.
She tied her face with a scarf to avoid
this situation. But now there is no other
way but to remove it. She released her
scarf.
Her face glowed like a star in the
dark sky with a smile on her face. Her
eyes showed her confidence even in this
challenging situation. That proved how
strong the journalist Mishti is!
"Mishti?" Everyone was surprised to see her with me, that too, as my wife.
Because Mishti is a journalist who irks me with her questions about the cases I deal with. I often get frustrated at her questions;nevertheless, they are right, and her points are so strong.
"Mishti, are you DCP Abir's wife?"
A reporter asked her.
"Yes. We married two years ago. We
kept it as a secret for a few personal
reasons. Anyways, I am glad to reveal the secret and was tied the knot one more time in front of you all," Mishti said.
I opened the car door for het, and
we both left from there to home. When
I reached my quarters provided by the
Government, I found my parents at my
house. I understood that they have
watched the news and are happy to know that I got married. I hated marriage and escaped until today, despite my parent's constant efforts to get me married.
