Our Girl

1

Jasmine

I sighed, sitting on my bed to take a breather. I could never get any peace around this stupid, crowded house.

I love my family but sometimes I'd be better off without them.

I live with my 3 older brothers, an older sister, my parents, and paternal grandparents. My mum's parents are still in Punjab, which is where my sister's wedding is, which is why everyone is rushing around the house shouting at me to pack.
Oh how I love being the youngest.

"JASMINE. AAP TAIYAAR HAIN?" my mum screamed at me from downstairs. (Are you ready?)

Here we go again

"HA. MAIN HAMESHA TAIYAAR THA" I shouted back in very broken Hindi. I never really spoke that much Hindi. My mum and grandparents always tried speaking to me in Hindi but I always replied back in English. (I've always been ready)

I fixed my hair for the hundredth time before exiting my room(which I share with my sister) and going to the car. You never know who could meet at the airport, who knows, I could meet an attractive gora there.

My older brother,Abhi, comes out his room (which he shares with my other brothers) handing me . . . MY COMB?

The bitch. HE WASN'T EVEN READY?

"mum said we're leaving in like 2 minutes. Why aren't you ready? PUT ON A T-SHIRT" I raised my voice, snatching back the comb and stuffing it in my backpack.

"I WAS JUST ABOUT TO FUCKFACE" he shouted back, storming back into his room, slamming the door.

I kissed my teeth and went to the kitchen to pick up a on-the-go snack even though my grandma would've already packed a shitload of parathas.

Ranveer is calling

I picked up. "I'm coming for goodness sake. Can a girl not eat"

"I wasn't calling because of that fatty, I was calling because dad said to keep the light on in the living room so people think someone is home"

"I- okay. Just tell Abhi bhai to hurry up because he isn't ready and he's really taking his time and isn't listening to me"

"Ok"

Out of all my siblings, Ranveer was my favourite because he was the kindest and he actually treated me fairly

I turned the light on in the living room and called out to Abhi to hurry up before going outside and sitting in the back of the mini van with Ranveer. About 8 years later, Abhi finally arrived.

"mujhe maaf karana. I was doing . . . my hair" (I'm sorry)

Ranveer and I looked at eah other, knowing he was calling the girlfriend he secretly had. He knew he would get into big trouble if our family found out she was a gori.

My family are very traditional and expect all of us to get married to a nice Punjabi (or Gujarati) man or woman.

I want the woman.

"Did you check everything was off and if the door was locked?" My dad asked.

"Ha. I'm not a child" Abhi narrowed his eyes at me.

I gave him a dirty look before going back to reading my book.

. . . . . . 

My dad paid the taxi drivers while my oldest brother, Arjun, loaded all our suitcases on the trolley.

As we rushed towards the plane, we were surprisingly right on time.

We were woken up at 4am for what?

I got seated in between my grandparents. Yay. I love them from the bottom of my heart but they're no fun.

. .

It was as I suspected, They started complaining how I don't go Gurdwara more often and how I need to find someone to settle down with and how I need to be closer to God.

Man, I am 18 for goodness sake. I need to settle down with my damn studies considering I got into the university of Edinburgh and I'm leaving this September which is in 2 months. My family weren't as ecstatic as I was when they found out how far it is from London.

As soon as the pilot announced that the seatbelts can be taken off, I bolted for the toilet, I could not hold it in any longer. 

After I finished and washed my face and came out and settled down in between my grandparents before putting on How To Lose A Guy in 10 Days and just switched off from reality.

. . .

We finally got to my maternal grandparents' house which was incredible. It was like a bloody mansion.

"Hai hai meri beti. tum bade ho gae ho. tum thode mote ho gae ho. main to bas majaak kar raha hoon." My grandma greeted. (Wow my darling. You have grown up. You've gotten a little bit fatter. I'm kidding)

Being called fat didn't affect me anymore because I've gotten used to it and come to terms with it. Although I wasn't overweight, I wasn't as pretty and slim as Simran and that kind of bummed me out but it's okay because I'm really happy for her and this is no time to be jealous of something small.

I'll find love one day . . . . hopefully.

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I DID IT. goodness me that was unecessarily difficult.
Hopefully I will have some readers soon <33