Confessions of an Indian bridezilla [on hold]

Chapter one

Music blasting through the speakers her hair flying wildly in the wind, Samaira was singing along with the radio " my baby shot me down, bang bang my baabbby shot me down!".

Turning into a narrow lane she parked her car and got out with a hop. Still singing the song in her head she entered the building that she stayed in with her friends. Opening the door she was going through the mail when their pet cat, starry, rubbed against her leg.

"I know what you want, go and butter the others! I'm not repeating another round of last week! Kim will kill me! No I don't buy that innocent look. I'm walking away, ok bye" she entered the room and closed the door on the cats face.

Checking her messages she saw her sister had sent her five messages asking her to call her mom. Dropping the letters on the bed she called her mother.

"Haanji mumma, nah I just came in I'll make something light to eat. No not dieting! I had a heavy lunch with a client toh I'm not so hungry. Haan Diya's show is today. Kim will come there on her own and we may most probably go out for dinner. Yes she is nervous but you know her she won't show it to anyone. Hmm okay I'll tell her. Yes I will." She paused when her mother spoke because she did not know how to react.Her mother had literally dropped a bombshell on her head.

Her marriage was fixed and she had no say in it.

She knew she had been calm and collected on the phone with her mother but the moment she ended the call she let out an anguished cry.

She knew she would be getting married off but she did not know how to deal with it.

Don't get her wrong, she like every girl dreamt of her perfect marriage and her Prince charming sweeping her off her feet. The whole shebang of a proper Punjabi wedding. It was just the fact that she loved the freedom she had and she would solely miss it. There was no comparison in life to being not liable to anyone.

But she knew it was something that was already destined and she accepted it knowing that her parents wouldn't force her and they had been gracious enough to let he live her life without any restriction. 

The only thing that was now on her mind aside from her new T.V project was now doing something that she had been wanting to do but wasn't sure how to go about it but now because of the news her mother broke, she picked up her phone and dialled a number.

"Hey! we need to talk."

In a land far away, with a few seas and mountains in between.....

"Paaji, what a match man! India is the undisputed champion in cricket. And it's even sweeter with the news that we may meet a prospective bride for his royalness. She is everything his mother wants in a wife."

" She cooks, is obedient, modern, educated and even has a successful career. And if I am correct then I may have seen her at one of her cousins wedding and brother, she is sexy alright. She looked damm good but I couldn't even talk to her. She was only around her family." Bunty a close friend of Navjot jokingly told his friends.

Navjot smiled at that but his mind was else where. He was what he liked to think of himself as an influx of both old and new. He was broad minded in many aspects but he couldn't stop that niggling doubt in his mind.

No, he had no doubt in his mind regarding the marriage being fixed by his parents. truth be told he had dated a few girls but none of them came up to his standard of a wife. He wanted somebody that imbibed both modern thinking as well as old traditions.

He wanted to be able to party the night away with her, as well as be able to attend a choki, a religious prayer meet by his side. He wanted his bride to mingle easily with his friends as well as his family. He knew he was expecting too much, especially with the world that they lived in and hence he asked his parents to choose somebody with these traits. 

Soon they found a match in none other than a family friend's daughter. He had seen her around on the many celebrations that had taken place. She had seemed to have an even temperament but did not hesitate to mince words when needed. She had seemed to prefer to keep to her family and that had appeased his mother no end, as she felt that a girl shouldn't inter-mingle with others for no reason. Orthodox but had a point. Now the question remained. 

How did one go about the delicate issue of the big fat Indian arranged marriage.

Hi! So this is going to be the third part of my book it contains serious spoilers regarding the two previous books so I'd like you check them out as well.

The Indian wall flower and Dancing Queen.

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