This is the story of a woman, her husband Siddharth, and her best friend Sunita. It explores friendship, love, and the little misunderstandings that can make the heart ache.
Childhood Bonds
Sunita and I have been inseparable since childhood. We shared every happiness and every sorrow together. My mother used to call us twin sisters, and we believed our lives would always stay connected. As children, we even joked about marrying in the same household so we could stay together forever.
Life went on, college ended, and then Siddharth came into my life. We fell in love, planned our wedding, and the first person I told was Sunita. She was genuinely happy for me.
I introduced Siddharth to her first. I wanted her approval because I trusted her opinion. When she liked him, I felt confident to say yes to marriage. I wanted my best friend and my life partner to become good friends—and that’s exactly what happened.
A Subtle Change
Even after the wedding, Sunita visited our house frequently. Siddharth would chat and joke with her openly, and I used to be happy watching them.
But over time, something changed inside me. The laughter and jokes that once felt harmless began to bother me.
One day, while I was in the kitchen, I heard their laughter from the living room. Siddharth and Sunita were laughing heartily about something. I froze. I didn’t understand why it hurt me. She was my best friend, yet I felt uneasy.
At first, I tried to ignore it, but the feeling of jealousy grew. Whenever I saw Siddharth and Sunita talking or joking, I felt left out. I wondered if they were getting too close. Was I unnecessary in their presence? I felt irritated with myself for even thinking this way.
Birthday Incident
Then came Sunita’s birthday. She invited me to her party, but I made an excuse not to go. I knew Siddharth would attend.
That night, when Siddharth returned with Sunita, I couldn’t hold my anger. I blurted out:
“I think your wife doesn’t have this; you spend more time with her than with me!”
Both of them were shocked. Sunita understood I wasn’t joking. She quietly left without saying a word.
Siddharth was hurt. For the first time, he raised his voice:
“Do you even know 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 relationship.
From that day, Sunita stopped visiting. No calls, no messages. Siddharth was upset with me for a few days, then everything slowly returned to normal. I thought her absence gave me some relief.
A Year Later
About a year passed. I became busy with life. During this time, neither Siddharth nor I spoke about Sunita.
Then one day, the doorbell rang. I opened the door—Sunita was standing there with a wedding invitation.
“I came to your wedding. It’s my duty to invite you, but honestly, I didn’t want to. Siddharth told me to forget old things, so I came.”
Seeing her, I was speechless. She smiled softly and said:
“Maybe now, after the wedding, you’ll understand what you were thinking back then.”
She was leaving, but I stopped her and hugged her. She didn’t resist. We sat together and talked for a long time.