I have known Sunita since childhood. We were like shadows of each other, sharing every joy and every sorrow. My mother used to call us twin sisters, and we always believed that our lives would stay connected. We even joked in childhood that we would get married into the same house, so we could always be together.
Time passed, college ended, and then Siddharth entered my life. We fell in love, and our marriage was planned. The first person I told about Siddharth was Sunita. She was genuinely happy.
Before saying yes to Siddharth, I introduced him to Sunita. I wanted her to like him so I could marry without any hesitation. Once Sunita approved, I said yes to the marriage.
I wanted my best friend and my life partner to become good friends themselves, and it happened. Even after the wedding, Sunita would often visit our house. Siddharth talked to her freely, joked around, and I enjoyed watching them interact.
But slowly, after marriage, something changed inside me. That laughter and playful friendship started giving me an uncomfortable feeling.
One day, while I was in the kitchen, I heard them laughing in the living room. Siddharth and Sunita were joking loudly. I froze. I didn’t understand why it made me feel uneasy. She was my best friend, yet I felt a strange pang in my heart.
At first, I ignored it, but over time, the feeling grew. Whenever I saw Siddharth and Sunita laughing or joking, a strange restlessness settled inside me. Were they getting too close? Was I feeling unnecessary in between them? These thoughts irritated me.
Then came Sunita’s birthday. She invited me to her party, but I made an excuse. I knew Siddharth would go.
That night, when Siddharth returned with Sunita, I couldn’t control my anger anymore. I said sharply,
“I feel like your wife doesn’t have this; you spend more time with her than me!”
Both of them were shocked. Sunita knew I wasn’t joking. She silently walked away without saying a word.
Siddharth was hurt and for the first time raised his voice at me,
“Do you even realize what you’re saying? Sunita is your best friend!”
But I wasn’t ready to listen. All I felt was that Sunita was interfering in our life.
After that day, Sunita stopped visiting. No calls, no messages. Siddharth was upset with me for a few days, but eventually, everything returned to normal. I felt relieved that Sunita wasn’t around.
About a year passed. We were busy with our lives. Neither Siddharth nor I talked about Sunita, and she didn’t contact us either.
Then one day, the doorbell rang. I opened the door, and there stood Sunita with a wedding invitation.
“I came to invite you to my wedding,” she said. “Honestly, I didn’t want to, but Siddharth told me to forget the past, so here I am.”
I was stunned. I couldn’t speak.
She smiled gently and said,
“Maybe now, after seeing my wedding, you understand what you felt back then.”
She was leaving, but I stopped her and hugged her. She didn’t stay long, but we sat and talked a little more.
Now, at her wedding, I will be full of joy and celebration. Both Sunita and Siddharth understood me. They realized that such feelings can arise in anyone’s heart. To maintain a relationship—whether friendship or love—understanding each other is very important.