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ISHITA CHOUDHARY
I stepped out into the hallway, a wave of silence greeting me. The dimly lit corridor was empty . I let my fingers brush against the wall, tracing the rough texture of the paint. It was the only distraction from the thoughts that swirled in my mind.
Every step echoed in the silence, the sound reminding me of the emptiness inside me.
How can my own father be so selfish ? He is ready to marry me off to someone just for his business deal . For whole world Choudhary's have no daughter , dad never let me introduce myself as family member of Choudharys and now when it's about getting powerful after making family connections he is ready to bring me into spotlight.
Pathetic!!
I turned , my footsteps quickening. My mind was a jumble of emotions, anger, hurt, frustration. The urge to break something, to scream and let it all out, was almost overwhelming.
I needed to release this pent-up feeling, but there was no one around, no one to hear me. I'm sure there never will be . If my own family can never be my side then how am I even dreaming about anyone else to care enough for me to be slightly happier?
He is making me marry someone I don't know anything about? I was so happy about the fact he invite me for family dinner after four years and what did get for being obedient good daughter?
A fiancé !!
Fuck my life !!!
I'm rich but not rich . I have family but no family. I'm independent but not independent. So nothing in my life has literal meaning about anything .
I clenched my fists, trying to hold back the tears. I was a Choudhary, and Choudharys do not show weakness.
But the thought of my future, of a life without love, without choice, was too much. I wasn't just a daughter, I was a person with hopes and dreams.
How can anyone, let alone my own father, be so heartless? Didn't I deserve to at least have a say in who I'd spend the rest of my life with?
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As I sat in front of the mirror, a wave of nerves coursed through me. It was my wedding day, but I felt anything but happy. I looked at my reflection, the white gown making me look like a doll, not a bride.
There was a knock on the door and my father and mother entered. Their faces were stern, their eyes cold.
I stayed silent, a knot forming in my stomach. My mother gave me a once over, her hawk like gaze taking in every detail of my outfit. The silence was heavy, and I could tell they weren't pleased with something.
My father spoke up first, his voice cold and distant. "You look good Ishita. Don't embarrass us today. Act like the lady we raised you to be."
I clenched my fists tighter. Acting like the lady I was raised to be? Is that all they saw me as ? A pretty doll for them to present? I forced a smile, trying to hide my true feelings
