March 20, 2018, Alsisar, Rajasthan At last, it’s happening. Finally, the wait is over.
I was getting married to my love, my peace and my everything on March 22. Vikrant, the man I adore. The day I met him, everything in my life had altered irrevocably. He is not your typical man. A Para commando, he is. To be honest, I never imagined falling in love with him. I never really imagined becoming a soldier’s girlfriend.
Which females have romantic fantasies about men who sleep with TAR-21 rifles as their pillows?
But I loved him. I had the deepest affection for him. And I genuinely believe that I am the luckiest person alive. It wasn’t ever intended. It just occurred, or let’s call it destiny if you prefer.
Everything occurs for a reason is simply how life tries to tell you through destiny.
18 In the Arms of a Soldier The largest family event in India is matrimony. Family members from all generations engage together. Marriage is about the two households as opposed to the two individuals. I’ve finished explaining now. Let me share my experience with you.
The situation was ideal. Everything was set up. My hands and feet were decorated by mehendi. I had two dozen bangles on each wrist.
All our purchasing was done. I chose to wear a silk sari in navy blue for our marriage while Vikrant decided to wear a white Sherwani.
I started hearing all those typical Bollywood love tunes in my ears. ‘Hum tumko nigaho me, bole chudiyaan bole kangana,’ and other phrases. Everyone was happy. I was overjoyed. My greatest fantasy was becoming a reality just two days later.
But before we had been married for two days, something unexpected occurred.
I came to the realisation that Vikrant was an Indian soldier after something occurred.
Something made me realise what true suffering is.
Something…..
Vikrant’s superiors sent him an email. The border scenario was extremely precarious. So the country required the finest soldier to wear a uniform. So as soon as he read this email, his superior officers told him to return and join his deck. He had to leave. I was astounded to learn all this from Vikrant. For me, it was incredible. I was speechless and unsure of what to say.
Is this actually happening?
I fixed my gaze on Vikrant’s irises. They communicated everything he was thinking. His innermost desires were to remain and wed. However, his mind yearned to perform his job. His brain always took precedence over his emotions.
‘You are supposed to go, Vikrant. The country requires you,’ I said. I don’t know how or why I said it, but I did. He widened his
eyes at what I said. I believe he anticipated anything but this from me. I grew somewhat nearer to him.
‘Yes, Vikrant, you ought to leave. Our wedding can be delayed.
But right now, more than anyone else, our country needs you. So you ought to leave. And do not fret. I’ll take care of things around here. Just concentrate on your tasks,’ I said.
He smiled.
I too.
He gently grasped my face. ‘I am very fortunate to have you, Pranali. I love you so much,’ he said.
‘I love you too.’
We embraced, I had to hold back and control my emotions even though I couldn’t. You understand why.
His luggage was full. Leaving everything behind, he then departed. His family, his community, and also me. I was, in fact, very distraught. But I had to restrain my emotions.
When I proposed to him, he told me that being a soldier’s wife is not simple.
You understood me correctly. I... proposed... Major Vikrant.
Later, I’ll relate that story.
But because I adored him, I disregarded all those things. At any cost, I desired my Vikrant.
All he left me with when he went were his recollections. Every second I spent with him in my memory. The day I got introduced to him…..
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THREE YEARS AGO….
April 2015, Newtown, Kolkata
‘Pranali….,’ someone yelled my name so loudly and gave me a bear embrace from behind.
20 In the Arms of a Soldier I was sitting on a couch working at my desk. On my legs was my laptop. My laptop was crushed. She was Nimrit, my recent two-month housemate. I co-worked with her at the Kolkata based Engineering Company. She is in fact a native of Rajasthan and 18
months before, she entered this company.
She is older than me. As a result, I should technically address her as ma’am, which I did in the beginning. But Nimrit has never been a fan. She used to say that hearing ‘mam’ from our roommate feels very awkward. So I started addressing her as mam when we were at the office. When we were in the room, I began calling her Nimrit, Nimmi, Nimmu or whatever.
Nimrit is a very decent, compassionate, and kind-hearted lady, to be honest. However, I will never tell her that. She occasionally takes on the roles of my mother, sibling or rival. She was a huge assistance to me when I first started. She assisted me in adjusting to the Bengali way of life. She helped me with my job in the office and is the one who showed me how to live our life. It is known as
‘DUNIYADARI.’
‘What’s going on, and why are you barking?’ I angrily inquired, an expression on my face as I sought to understand the cause of her enthusiasm.
She responded, still audibly thrilled but also somewhat exasperated, ‘Pranali.’
‘Ok. What’s up? Why are you shouting my name so loudly?’
I asked.
‘I got one call.’
I teased her gently by saying, ‘From your boyfriend?’
‘No. I’m not that fortunate,’ she admitted, her energy seemingly draining away in an instant.
‘She’s really strange. She was like a fire just a moment ago, but now look,’ exclaimed my inner voice.
Seeking to understand the situation better, I encouraged her to share the details. ‘All right, explain what happened,’ I requested.
‘I told you about my sibling, do you remember?’
My memory needed a slight jog, so I inquired, ‘When?’
She clarified, ‘That day.’
Playfully pressing for more details, I questioned, ‘Which day was ‘that day’?’
‘That day,’
I gave up
‘What happened, then?’ I prodded, my curiosity fully engaged.
‘He’s coming to Kolkata tonight.’
My response conveyed genuine happiness for her, ‘Ah, really?’
She affirmed with enthusiasm, ‘Yes. And we’re going to meet him tomorrow.’ The prospect of this long-awaited reunion seemed to have rekindled her spirits, casting aside the momentary melancholy.
‘Okay,’ I replied.
‘She never told me about her sibling. She does, however, occasionally phone. But I don’t know his name, where he resides, what he does, or whether or not he’s married,’ I thought to myself.
‘It’s none of your concern; live it. Do your job,’ said my inner voice.
I finished my job and went to bed.
…
NEXT DAY
We were scheduled to meet Nimrit’s sibling at the evening.
I sported blue pants and a pink top. And Nimrit donned a pair of white pants and a blue crepe silk top. The taxi arrived on schedule. However there was a 20 minute delay for the driver.
You understand the reason. No? I’ll explain.
First and foremost, choosing what to wear was a really difficult job for me. I made the choice to wear a pink short dress last night.
22 In the Arms of a Soldier But in the morning, I worried that Nimrit’s sibling might not approve. So later, after a long period of thought, I chose to dress in a pink top and blue jeans.
The subsequent phase was makeup. The procedure is step-by-step. I needed to apply gesso first. I then had to put on foundation.
Concealer and compact powder follow. I had to use mascara, lipstick, and eyeshadow after that. And with that, I was ready.
Nimrit was ecstatic as usual. She informed me that she would see her sibling in three months. We entered the taxi. Our tardiness cost the cab driver a fee. We didn’t want to dispute with him because we were already running behind schedule. We left as soon as the taxi was started by him.
‘What’s your brother’s name, by the way?’ I questioned Nimrit.
‘Come on Pranali, didn’t I tell you that day?’
‘Which day?’
‘That day,’ she said again.
I told myself there was no sense in arguing and asked, ‘Can you tell me again, please?’
‘Vikrant’ she replied.
‘What is he doing?’ I re-asked.
‘He serves in a Para Commando.’
‘What ?’ I was completely shocked.
‘He is a Para Commando, yes. His current posting is in Kolkata, but he had to report himself at Siachin for an assignment before the three months were up. His mission was successfully finished, and he returned yesterday.’
I was genuinely terrified. ‘These troops are like monsters,’ my father told me. They murder people without any hesitation. I now began to dread Nimrit. This means that for the past two months, I have been living with a lady who is a commando’s sister.
‘You know what else? He killed 7 terrorists on his most recent assignment.’ I never asked the query, but Nimrit provided the response.
She easily said, ‘I am very excited to know how many terrorists he killed in this operation.’
We arrived at Victoria Memorial Eastern Garden after 20
minutes. Captain Vikrant was still not there. Near the garden entrance, we were holding out for him. His phone was being dialled by Nimrit. A dark blue Honda Ciaz car suddenly passed us close to the parking area. ‘I recognise that vehicle’, Nimrit exclaimed with delight.
‘How?’ I asked surprisingly.
She replied, ‘Because... it’s my bhaiyya’s car.’
‘What, do troops even purchase items besides weapons and grenades?’ I thought.
Leaving the vehicle, Captain Vikrant emerged. It was for the first time I saw him. His lengthy, never-ending legs were concealed by grey trousers. He wore a light pink coloured formal full sleeves shirt. Just as was anticipated, he had a formal, short haircut. Due to the Indian Army not having any space for Chappris. With his clean-shaven appearance, he was attractive. His left hand held a golden sonata watch, and he sported a pair of black Ray-Ban sunglasses. His shirt was incredibly tight, exposing his ripped physique, broad shoulders, and abs.
He approached us closely. Nimrit said, ‘Bhaiyya,’ and gave him a tight embrace. He questioned her in a deep, seductive voice,
‘How are you, Nimmu?’
‘I’m fine, bhaiyya.’ She questioned, ‘You?’
‘My little baby, I’m just fine,’ he said.
She pointed at me and said, ‘Bhaiyya meet my friend, Pranali.’
Captain Vikrant drew near me. I’m not sure why, but my entire body shook. He smelled really nice. My inner voice advised me to ask him what brand of scent he wears.
24 In the Arms of a Soldier I responded, ‘Shut up.’
He took off his spectacles. His irises are blue, just like the water.
Teri nazrone dil ka kiya jo hashar, asar ye hua..Ohh.. what a beautiful eyes. I just want to drew in it.
‘Hello, Pranali,’ he greeted.
‘Hello, sir.’ We exchanged palms. His grip was very harsh.
My palm felt as though it were resting on a rock.
He grinned and said, ‘I heard a lot about you from Nimmu.’
‘What did Nimmi tell him about me?
My hands started to tremble more now.
Captain Vikrant enquired, ‘What happened?’
‘Aa-huh-no-nothing’
‘Are things all right?’
I smiled and said, ‘Yes, everything is fine.’
He realised it, shit.
My inner voice told me to act properly.
Into the yard we went. I also noted his figure, which was another aspect of him. Additionally, his trousers were too tight.
It was easy to see his firm sexy figure. Will you stop using those expressions, please? What’s incorrect with it? The same privileges apply to us women. The bodies of males, like ours, are not particularly interesting to look at. Right ? Men are overly fortunate in that scenario.
What a lovely night it was. The sun was setting, the golden sky. Stars with twinkling lights started to emerge. The breeze was touching our bodies and was extremely cold. Before us, some children were playing. The elderly were having an enjoyable time. Everything there was so serene. Additionally, we received security from none other than Captain Vikrant, a Para Commando.
Nimrit was telling Vikrant everything that had occurred over the previous three months. Even though it was extremely boring,
Vikrant listened to it with great curiosity. He is, of course, his sibling. He was forced to do that. Then Vikrant’s time came. He began narrating tales about his work at SIACHIN. Nimrit was now attentively listening to it. However, my fear returned. The tale was finally over.
Nimrit said, ‘I’ll be back in a minute,’ and she walked over to where the kids were playing just in front of us.
I once more heard that seductive voice saying, ‘She really likes little children.’
‘Aaaaayaa, you’re right.’ He gave a soft grin.
‘By the way, may I ask you a question?’ he inquired.
‘Of course,’ I replied.
‘Why were your hands trembling when we shook hands?’
My inner voice muttered, ‘Damn, I told you, he noticed it.’
‘I’ve never met a soldier before, you know. And…’
‘What ?’
I overheard that.
He repeated his question, this time slightly bit curious, ‘Heard what?’
‘That... you people are completely heartless, lack empathy, and would kill anyone without hesitation.’
After hearing this, his expression became extremely serious, and then suddenly, a loud ‘ha ha ha’ erupted from his lips.
I was perplexed. I was curious and inquired, ‘What happened?’
‘Listen, okay, our troops aren’t falling out of the sky. Just like everyone else, we come into this world through the love of our mothers and fathers. We are human beings too, with our own thoughts, feelings, and emotions. But it seems like there are many misconceptions and false rumours about us, and I want to set the record straight.
‘First and foremost, we’re not emotionless machines. We experience joy, sorrow, fear, and love, just like anyone else. The
26 In the Arms of a Soldier uniform we wear doesn’t make us immune to these emotions.
When we are away from our loved ones for long deployments or in challenging situations, it takes a toll on us emotionally.
‘In fact, it’s often the opposite of what people might think.
We hold a deep affection for the people we care about. The bonds we form with our fellow troops are incredibly strong, built on trust and camaraderie forged in some of the most challenging circumstances imaginable. We rely on each other, and that creates a profound sense of brotherhood and sisterhood.
‘When we are deployed, we miss our families, friends, and the comforts of home just as much as anyone would. We think about our loved ones constantly, and their support means the world to us. Their letters, emails, and phone calls are like lifelines, keeping us connected to the world outside our duty.
‘So, please understand that beneath the uniform and the duty, there’s a person with emotions and a heart that cares deeply.
We are not distant or unfeeling, but rather, we’re driven by a commitment to protect and serve. We’re not just soldiers; we’re sons and daughters, brothers and sisters, and we value the love and connections we share with our families and friends more than you can imagine.’
I just listened to him and I wanted to hear more. ‘Please go ahead,’ I said.
He grinned.
‘The perception of soldiers as ruthless warriors is a common stereotype, but it’s important to clarify that this ruthlessness is directed solely towards those who pose a threat to our nation and its values. Soldiers are not inherently ruthless; they are dedicated individuals who have chosen a path of service, one that prioritizes the protection and well-being of their country.
‘Soldiers, like anyone else, lead multifaceted lives. While their primary duty is to defend their nation, they also have personal lives filled with joys, hobbies, and experiences that are no different from those of civilians. Soldiers enjoy life, share moments with loved ones, and partake in activities that bring them happiness.
‘Participating in sports is a common interest among soldiers. Sports not only promote physical fitness but also foster camaraderie and teamwork, qualities that are essential in the military. Soldiers compete, train, and celebrate victories, just like any sports enthusiasts.
‘However, it is crucial to remember that a soldier’s dedication to their country always takes precedence. This commitment is the cornerstone of their profession. They are trained to protect their homeland, uphold its values, and safeguard its citizens, even at the risk of their own lives.
‘So, while soldiers may seem tough and disciplined, it is important to understand that their unwavering resolve and the readiness to be ruthless in the face of adversaries is a testament to their dedication and love for their nation. They are protectors, guardians, and patriots who are willing to make sacrifices to ensure the safety and security of their fellow citizens. It is this sense of duty and selflessness that defines the character of an Indian soldier.’ His sultry voice affected my heart as much as his words did.
He asked me, ‘Tell me about yourself.’
‘I’m from Andheri, Mumbai. I received employment at the Engineering Company in Kolkata after completing my computer engineering degree at VJTI in Mumbai. I had to relocate from Mumbai to Kolkata as a result. I’ve been residing in Newtown for the last two months, sharing a room with Nimrit. For me, Kolkata metropolis was completely new. But Nimrit was very helpful to me in the beginning.’
‘Great,’ he exclaimed with a grin.
There was a brief stillness.
‘Can I have your phone number?’ he unexpectedly inquired.
I replied, ‘Yes sure. 935905….’ and provided him my phone number.
‘Thank you. Later, I’ll contact you,’ he said.
28 In the Arms of a Soldier After upsetting the innocent children playing in the yard, Nimrit came back.
‘I think, we should leave now,’ Vikrant said.
Nimrit responded, ‘All right, but let’s have dinner together.’
Vikrant retorted, ‘Sorry next time, I’ve got some work to do.’
Nimrit responded with a glum ‘Fine.’
Vikrant drove his Ciaz to leave us in our room. He was embraced by Nimrit. I merely shook his hand. He went. He promised to text me, so I was checking my phone every five minutes as a result.
And as a result, my office work stayed unfinished.
He still hadn’t messaged me at midnight. That person, who? I mean, most females won’t give a guy their phone number at first contact. However, I gave him. Therefore, he had a duty to contact me at all costs.
Am I correct? He didn’t, though.
‘Enough, he won’t message you,’ my inner voice advised me to get to bed and slumber.
Vikrant’s face flashed in front of my eyes as I slept. His charismatic demeanour, his toned figure, his alluring appearance, his blue eyes, his seductive voice, his attractive figure. Excuse me.
