Raya's pov.
This is hands down the most stupid, irresponsible, immature, ludicrous thing I have ever done.
scratch that -- I have been forced to do.
I mean I get that my mom wants me to get married but this is too fucking far.
I'm sitting on the edge of a fountain and I'm kinda tempted to jump in and stay there till they call this 'wedding' off. unfortunately, I've become mature, which seems to be messing with my ability to do something like that, but an impromptu marriage to a stranger seems okay.
"it's not that bad" My best friend and latest traitor, tried to console me.
"Bitch I will hit you with my chappal 'It's not that bad' What do you mean it's not that bad? I'm about to marry a stranger that I've never met, at 2 A.M., the night before your wedding starts to the guys' brother you know, the cheeni bandar!, and worst of all, I'm wearing fucking pjs. nothing about this situation says 'It's not that bad'" I rabble.
"Ray, he's a great guy okay? I know him, I trust him" she retaliates
you might think those words might help my anxiety, and they do, but only to a certain extent.
"what if he doesn't like me? what if I don't like him? What if we never fall in love? what if he falls in love with me but I don't fall in love with him? What if I fall in love with him and he doesn't fall in love with me? oh my gods, what if he thinks I'm ugly ???"
I ramble on not paying heed to anyone at this point, that is interrupted, very rudely by a deep voice behind me.
"I promise you no man in his right mind would ever find a woman like you ugly and if they do, they need to be checked into an asylum"
I turned around to see a very handsome man looking down at me.
As I stare at him, he brings his hand out for me to take and introduces himself,
"I'm Emilio, the cheeni bandar's elder brother, and your husband in about twenty to thirty minutes," he says with a smile.
"how the everloving fuck are you so calm about this ?" I exclaim, ignoring that the man before me could resemble a Greek god.
"Well, it has been a week you know" he responds
Am I sorry a fucking week?
"you knew for a WEEK?" I bellow
and now he looks like a deer caught in headlights.
a hot deer, a stag. I don't like the word 'stag'.
"you didn't know?" he asks warily
"No, no I did not FUCKING KNOW" I shriek
"Oh"
"wait- you knew?!"
"yeah," he says with his eyebrows scrunched up,
he looks so cute right now, but not the time Raya not the fucking time.
"This is not fair" I pout
I plop down on the garden ledge behind me and continue my pouting and as I do, he sits down beside me, not nearly as dramatically, which is frankly insulting.
do they expect me to marry a man who has absolutely no sense of grandeur, and if he doesn't know what grandeur is, I'm getting a divorce?
Nitya looks at me with a glint in her eyes, she's about to do something, I can feel it.
