write a short story begining with the line i walked into the hall and found that i was the odd one
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I walked into the hall to notice that I was the odd man out.
The hall was full of beautiful women draped in glittering saree and men wearing expensive suit, the faint smell of exotic perfumes and rare flowers permeated the air.
I, on the other hand, stood aloof at the far end of the hall, wearing a plain shirt and trousers, too simple to be at a place like this. Yet, this time, I chose to be myself, son of a middle class man standing at a rich businessman's daughter’s wedding.
I couldn't call her mine anymore.
I scanned the entire banquet hall and caught the glimpse of her. She looked happy standing beside a man who seemed more interested in posing for the camera than in the bride.
As I tried to approach her, she shouted at me saying that why did I follow her even till her wedding, immediately regretting her words.
“You know him? Who's he?”, The man asked looking into the bride's eye probably for the first time that night.
The girl shouted, “He is the guy who used to follow me in college.”
The facial expressions of people changed more rapidly than the bollywood tracks being played by the DJ.
I was humiliated and thrown out.
As I dusted my shirt, my mind couldn't comprehend how she summed up the two long, adorable years of our relationship into a single line and made me just 'another guy' who used to follow her. It pricked harder than the agony of being thrown out.
“I will do whatever it takes to be with you forever.”, Her promises kept echoing in my ears.
I was the odd man out. I deserved better than just a skin beautifully wrapped in a designer bridal wear. I deserved a beautiful soul.
Loving someone is an art, not everyone excels at it.
I walked into the hall to notice that I was the odd man out.
The hall was full of beautiful women draped in glittering saree and men wearing expensive suit, the faint smell of exotic perfumes and rare flowers permeated the air.
I, on the other hand, stood aloof at the far end of the hall, wearing a plain shirt and trousers, too simple to be at a place like this. Yet, this time, I chose to be myself, son of a middle class man standing at a rich businessman's daughter’s wedding.
I couldn't call her mine anymore.
I scanned the entire banquet hall and caught the glimpse of her. She looked happy standing beside a man who seemed more interested in posing for the camera than in the bride.
As I tried to approach her, she shouted at me saying that why did I follow her even till her wedding, immediately regretting her words.
“You know him? Who's he?”, The man asked looking into the bride's eye probably for the first time that night.
The girl shouted, “He is the guy who used to follow me in college.”
The facial expressions of people changed more rapidly than the bollywood tracks being played by the DJ.
I was humiliated and thrown out.
As I dusted my shirt, my mind couldn't comprehend how she summed up the two long, adorable years of our relationship into a single line and made me just 'another guy' who used to follow her. It pricked harder than the agony of being thrown out.
“I will do whatever it takes to be with you forever.”, Her promises kept echoing in my ears.
I was the odd man out. I deserved better than just a skin beautifully wrapped in a designer bridal wear. I deserved a beautiful soul.
Loving someone is an art, not everyone excels at it.