My story Right or Wrong is the story of
Raina Kapoor, a woman who finds herself displaced from her husband's exclusive
attention and is unable to handle being second place in his life.
Six years ago, at her graduation day, two men proposed to her, Siddharth and Arnav. She accepted Arnav because she
loved him and to all appearances he loved her. Attractive and charming as he was, she had eyes only for him. As time wore on, Arnav became the typical workaholic medico. Now absorbed in his patients, he has no time for her. He even passes onto her the presents he gets as gratitude tokens from his patients, making her feel less like
a loved wife and more like forgotten washing left hanging on the clothesline. Raina, an only child of wealthy parents, was used to being doted upon. All her life she took affection and adulation as a matter of natural reaction from people. Now she begins to feel she's been cheated by the veneer Arnav wore of an attractive and debonair man. At this point Siddharth comes to stay
with them and shows her what a man's attention feels like. Being a dutiful
wife she doesn't encourage him. But a message on Facebook pierces her armour.
Would she succumb? Is it a second chance at love that she threw away? Or a
senseless temptation that could destroy her marriage?
I was inspired to write this story by observing real people like professional couples who find it difficult to give time to their marriage and their spouse. A fact which creates distance and detachment between them. Being a doctor myself, I know all about being busy in work. Nowadays, couples are finding it harder and harder to find time for each other in marriage. Furthermore, for doctors, it's the patients welfare and their own livelihood tied together. Even other professionals have to face demands of their job in this competitive world. However, I strongly believe, that work, any kind of work, does not provide an excuse for ignoring your family.
Extract : The boat wobbled
as it drew to the bank. Siddharth got off and extended a supportive hand. She
placed her own in it and it closed over hers. His clasp felt dry, firm. Not as
warm and big as Arnav's but what it lacked in sensuality it made up in
strength. Closing it tight, he pulled her with a jerk that brought her right up
to him till she found herself looking into his intent dark gaze.
Last but not least, there's another angle to the story. Society can impose restrictions but when it comes to following her heart, what is right for a woman? That which is right for the mind or that which maybe wrong? When heart is involved what is right, what is wrong? How hard is it to make the distinction?
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