She contemplated the meaning of life. But for the life of her, she couldn’t figure it out. She realized that she was going down a hopeless path. The answer to why Yusuf took this drastic step was beyond her imagination. What possessed him to vent his anger in this way was what only he could answer.
But what was done was done. Pooja’s face was destroyed forever. No amount of plastic surgery by the best surgeons in the world could help her regain her old face. Her life was over. She remembered the days when she would win praise for her almond-shaped eyes, her aquiline nose, her full lips and her long smooth hair. Those days were over now. She would have to live out the rest of her life in ignominy.
She got up from her bed to look at her face for the thousandth time in a mirror. She could not believe what had happened to it. The skin, which had recently been re-repaired by Bombay’s most prominent plastic surgeon, appeared sloughed off even though she could barely look at herself in the mirror.
She had spent weeks sobbing to herself and to her friends, her family and anyone she could find solace with. She remembered the days when she was madly in love with Yusuf and him with her. They spent the monsoons together, the summers together and the winters in each other’s company. She had never felt better in life than when she was with him. They had met at a mutual friend’s party about 4 years back and he had seemed dreamy and carefree. She fell in love with his personality immediately, and she guessed that the same had happened with him. He wooed her for a long time and she finally agreed to go out with him. All was hunky-dory until a few months back.
Her parents had decided that she could not be permitted to marry a guy whose religious beliefs did not match theirs. They had arranged for a very rich guy for her, a boy she’d known since she was a kid and whose family knew theirs for decades.
When she told Yusuf this, he seemed to handle it pretty well. But she did not know the rage that he hid behind his cool demeanour. He was jealous of the man who was going to get the girl of his life, the girl of his dreams. But instead of hurting the other guy, he decided that if he couldn’t have Pooja, no one could have her.
And as it turns out, no one would want her after this. She was ugly, she was hideous. But she had to keep her courage up. She could not wait for Yusuf to be punished for what he had done to her. In the back of her mind, as she flicked through the pages of a glossy magazine, she knew she was missing out on the happiest years of her life. Yes, the once beautiful Pooja was jealous of the models in the magazine who seemed so happy.