Everyone practically begged me to accept his proposal, it was like blasphemy if I didn't. I was already aware that he wanted to tie the knot no doubt and I already had a speach linned up for him. I was going to blame it on my ego, say that I'm an independent women and cannot commit to this agreement. At the end of the day marriage for women is just about compromise and worshiping your husband. Marriage is hard work, expecially for women. I'm not the type of women to be planning a wedding ten years in advance and making lists about the ideal so called "Mr Right"!
I hope that's convincing enough? Some lies are best told rather than the truth. I'm not really the person everyone thinks I am. Perhaps I haven't been entirely honest about my past. History always has a way of repeating its self and that's exactly what I am trying to avoid.
I have a dark and forbidden secret that has haunted me for the past 23 years of my life. Its something that stays with me for life. Its even worse than my " troubled past" according to my therapist. I keep telling myself every day that its cured and I can life like a "normal" human being . In fact what is normal? How can you define it? Is is following the norms and values of main stream society or is it something more sinister?
The charming, young Ehsaan with a stubble and his shiny white is facing me. His emaculate chocolate brown hair with is gelled with an expensive looking substance. We had gone out to dinner for a change. We thought Italian as its our favourite cuisine apart from the traditional Pakistani food of course! The night couldn't be anymore perfect for a proposal. Ehsaan had been promoted to the manager of the international accountancy firm, M&T. I wasn't disappointed either, I had this all planned out for months. After dinner was when he casually took out the ring full of over priced diamond gems with a turquoise shade which was glistening in the artificial light.
