For Samayra, being a successful veterinary doctor was enough. For her parents, It wasn't.
They say, For those, who fail to find love, there's always arranged marriage.
Yeah, it's the truth but.. How do you fall in love when it's a compulsion and no...
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I look out at the mansion sprawled ahead of me that I call home. Or to be precise, the one I called home. I was born here, and brought up in these walls. For the 24 years of my life, this was my safe haven.
Not anymore. Just over a month and half into the wedding and I couldn't fathom that I was standing at the door of my car ready to walk inside.
It's been a week since Chetan attempted to kill himself and dad got him professional help. He was better and trying to cope with it, while I had refused to talk to Ambar. I had slept with my back turned to him and immersed myself in work, letting mom take care of him.
He didn't try to talk to me either. I did hear him muttering one night, how I overreact to every situation but I just stayed silence.
"Areyy.. Sammy... Tum?" Gina asks walking out and takes the suitcase from my hand disrupting my chain of thoughts. She has strict instructions to not call me ma'am, since I'm younger to her.
(Oh... Sammy... Is that you?)
"Ji didi... Dil kiya milne ka agyi.. How's mom and dad?" I say as she goes to close the main gate.
(Yes, elder sis. Just wanted to meet them, so I came here.)
"They are fine. Danish keeps them on their toes." She says with a smile and I nod walking inside as she follows.
"How's Shyam?" I ask and she gets a little sad.
"He went to our village. His mother is not well." She says meekly.
"He'll be here as soon as she is okay. Don't worry. I'm sure you talk on the phone a lot." I say and she smiles and blushes as the living room door opens and a storm runs out to clutch my legs, squealing in delight, almost knocking me off balance.
"Danishhhh..." I try to scold him as he looks up with half filled wet eyes and chocolaty substance stained mouth and nose, his arms still around my legs, a little below my ass, the highest he could reach.
"Maaaasssiiii..." he says with a wicked glint as I feel someone approach and look up to see Sabina running behind him, who now stood a little perplexed, looking at the size of my bag.
"Sammy?" she says with a questioning stance as I lift Danish in my arms.
"Were you crying?" I ask him, ignoring my sister as she crosses her arms over her chest with her left eyebrow raised.
"Mommy was about to beat me..." he says with a puppy face and puts his little arms around my neck.
"What did you do?" I ask as he sniffles a little, with one his crocodile tears ready to arrive.
"Nothing..." He says not meeting my eyes.
"He finished the jar of Nutella which has a clear warning with consumption limit warning for children written over it." Sabina says as I tighten my lips and frown at him.
