Meera's Devil Mafia- A Curvy Girl Romance( Published on Amazon Kindle)

Chapter 2

I would have taken a day off even if I was working because another family was coming to visit me for marriage today. I was fully prepared to endure yet another rejection. It was another day for me, meeting a socially inept family who would criticize me and publicly criticize my weaknesses. I didn't want to meet anyone and wouldn't if I could avoid it.

I was preparing for a potential groom for the second time this week. I had a regimen for such days, which included getting up early, applying a face pack, dressing in clothing of my Chachi's choosing, and applying layers and layers of cosmetics.

My dress was over the top for the occasion, as it was every time. The clothing was stunning, yet it was overkill for the experience. It was a floor-length pink georgette and net Anarkali suit with golden embroidery on the upper portion and sparkles on the lower part of the skirt. I know, it's a lot!

In addition, my Chachi curled my hair and forced me to wear many ornaments. She added layers of cosmetics to my face, and I began to experience itching. I used to enjoy wearing makeup, but now I wouldn't say I like it. My Chachi disguised my ugliness with layers and gave me clothing that made me appear slimmer. I won't say I'm beautiful, but I'm not as horrible as I seem when wearing cosmetics. I'm acceptable.

The family was already there in the main room. My Chacha told me the boy worked as a secretary for the city's most prosperous businessman. This boy has one sister who is in college. They were a family of four. He lives with his parents and younger sister. He earns a quiet living. My Chacha briefed me on everything, but he still needed to tell me the guy's name. After some time, I was summoned to the hall. I stepped outdoors and moved forward, and stood there with my hands folded in front of them, but I could see his parents judging me. I lowered my gaze.

"It appears that the girl is so well-educated that she does not want to touch our feet," the groom's mother observes of me. I swiftly reached out and touched his parents' feet. Chachi then forced me to sit with his parents, but the groom was absent.

"I'm spending some time with my parents. I'll be in the office as soon as possible, boss," he said over the phone. His back was visible to us, so I kept my gaze down.

"I'm sorry the call took longer than I expected," the person apologized to everyone before sitting in front of me.

"Meera, this is Raj, my son, and Raj, this is Dr. Meera," his father added, and I looked up, stunned. Raj is the same individual I saw with his boss yesterday morning, who dismissed me on the spot. I only smirked weakly.

Nobody spoke for a few seconds before my Chacha began talking to him. I was sitting silently once more. When I looked down at my hands, they shook independently. I instantly joined my hands in my lap and halted their movement because it was merely a nervous tremor. I tell myself that I am a doctor and could go out and get a job, purchase a house, find a man, and get married, but this is not the reality. Despite my education, I live with my traditional family, who believes marriage is the final truth in every girl's life.

But I agreed to marry because I believe that tiny girl inside me still dreams of a happily ever after and a prince charming. Furthermore, I don't have the personality to find a boy alone. Therefore, an arranged marriage is preferable.

"Meera, what are your hobbies?" his mother kindly said.

"I like..." My Chachi interrupted me and told them I like cooking, sewing, and other household chores. I grumbled from within because these were not my hobbies. My relatives came from a time that I believe did not exist now. My face felt hot as I continued to glance down. Of course, like other families, the Bansal family would prefer a mute daughter-in-law to an opinionated, smart one.