Ever a Never After

Chapter 1

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Love is about having the freedom to be you and allowing each other the freedom to be who they are while being committed.

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"What happened Karthik? Is she going to come? Are you sure she is going to come? What if she doesn't?"

"Sayyed. Stop. I trust my Ayesha. She will come. For me she will"

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"You know what?" 

"I don't because you haven't told me yet."

"Yes Sayyed this is exactly what makes you such a big IDIOT" I yelled.

Sayyed was my bestfriend from childhood. He was my neighbour. We went to the same school, same college etc. We even studied in the same IIT. I could have never lived off the situation at home if it wasn't for him. 

My amma (mother) died when I was 10 years old. She was suffering from cancer. Doctors said she could have survived if more money was put into her treatment. Now it is not that we were poor..... but my appa (father) decided it would be better to let his wife die and he could enjoy a new woman every day. Thus he decided to let her die. 

My appa was a tall man with handsome features that could lure women. He was a small shopkeeper near our local temple. My amma was a very beautiful woman with sharp features. She was the ideal wife, ideal mother, ideal woman. She could make the best lemon rice in the world. She was a housewife. I had a sister who was three years younger to me. She was always careful about being beautiful and always spent a whole lot of money into that. Well after spending tons of money into her education one day she just decided to wave studies off and decided to get marry.

 My family practiced Hindu religion where women are treated as goddess. But my appa was least bothered about that. He treated my mother like shit. He even married a prostitute and brought her home. She made my life living hell. But my amma always believed in karma. And so do I.

"Hey Karthik? Are you with me? Are you worried about Lakshmi aunty (Karthik's mother)? Don't worry about her, Wherever she is I bet she would be so happy to see her son turn out to be a successful man. And also I believe she thinks that you owe me a pizza party. Now I don't think you should make her sad right?"

" I knew there would be catch when you started going so sentimental. I don't owe you any pizza party. Now shut up or she will catch us."

"What is it Karthik why are you talking to a Muslim boy? Ah yes yes now I remember your name its garbage right?"

"Aunty stop talking to my friend like that"

"Oh poor Karthik how many times did I tell you to call me Amma? huh"

Nope. You can never be my mother. You are a prostitute. You will leave if any man gives you one buck more than my Appa.

God find me a way out of this maze.

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"Ammi!!!! (mother) Have you seen my kajal? I believe Ayesha didi ( elder sister) took it. Tell her to give it back to me! Ask Aadila"

"Ammi I have taken no one's kajal. Aqsa is just bluffing around. And by the way Aqsa do you think Ammi will believe our 3 year old sister. If you want ask Aafiya. She will tell you. She is 10 years old "

" Oh god! In my next birth make sure that you give bless me sons instead of four daughters."

"Fatima! What are you doing there talking to your daughters. Come here and serve me. The big one there whatever your name is, come here and take my boots off. Others bring me my glasses, newspapers and a glass of water"

"Didi, what is Abu (father) doing here? I thought he left us again."

"Shhh Aqsa.... He will hear you. Be careful. Come here and do what he told us to" I said

This is another strong reason for me that to believe in true love. My Ammi and Abu. Their marriage was arranged by their families for wealth. 

My Abu looked like a pirate straight out of the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series. That's exactly what he was a sailor for normal people but in reality a pirate. At least one thing we could be happy about was he would go on long voyages and not return for months. My younger sisters would pray that he should drown somewhere and never return back. Sometimes I did too.

My Ammi was the sweetest person alive. She was so strong unlike us and she could bear someone like my Abu. My Ammi wanted to continue her studies but Abu stopped her from doing so. It's just that women don't have a say in Islamic marriages.

Fortunately I got a good scholarship and my Abu let me complete my medicine.

I can't understand how can saying one word three times i.e Qubool, Qubool Qubool ( accepting) can marry off two people and make them fall in love? They don't even know each others names, or favorite color or anything about them....

God show me a way out of this. As much as I want to be with my mother I want to run away and live a life like in the movies. I want freedom. I am not allowed to take off my burqa in front of others. What kind of rule is this. It is not that my religion is bad. It is the people who are. They still believe in age-old theories.

God do something that my Prince Charming comes to me and saves me from this misery.

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