Ah, when it comes to talking about my parents, it's like delving into a world of contradictions and complexities. They're the epitome of tradition, authority, and wealth, all rolled into one. On the surface, they're these pillars of society, upholding our family's reputation with unwavering dedication.But beneath that facade lies a web of expectations and rules that can feel suffocating at times.
My parents are the embodiment of tradition, and they expect nothing less from me. They have this vision of what my life should look like – marrying into the right family, upholding our social status, and adhering to the strict rules of our community.
And while part of me wants to rebel against their expectations, another part understands the weight of their legacy and the sacrifices they've made to uphold it.
But there are moments when I feel like I'm suffocating under the weight of their expectations. It's like I'm trapped in this gilded cage, expected to play the role of the obedient daughter while my own dreams and desires take a backseat.
Sometimes I wonder if they truly see me for who I am, or if they only see me as an extension of themselves – another pawn in their game of social climbing and prestige.
Yet, despite our differences and the tension that often simmers beneath the surface, there's still love there. Deep down, I know my parents only want what they believe is best for me, even if their idea of "best" doesn't always align with mine.
And as I navigate the murky waters of our relationship, I'm learning to carve out my own path, one that honors their legacy while also staying true to myself.
It's a delicate balance, but one that I'm determined to strike, no matter what challenges lie ahead.
Ugh, seriously? Like, could my parents BE any more clueless? I come home after a totally lame day at school, hoping to just chill and maybe binge-watch some TV, and what do I get? Oh, just the bombshell news that they've arranged some ridiculous marriage for me with some rich dude I've never even met.
Like, what even is that?
I mean, seriously, who does that? Who just decides to pawn off their own kid like she's some kind of ancient artifact? It's like they're living in the Stone Age or something. Newsflash, Mom and Dad, it's the '90s, and I'm not about to let you ruin my life with your outdated ideas of tradition and duty.
So yeah, I'm pretty ticked off right now. Like, furious doesn't even begin to cover it. But you know what? I'm not gonna let them win. I'll show them that I'm not just gonna roll over and play dead. I've got fire in my soul and rebellion in my veins, and I'll be damned if I let anyone else control my destiny.
It's time to take a stand, to fight for my freedom, and to show them that they can't keep me chained to their expectations.
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Asha khan : book 1 "the unraveling"
RomanceSynopsis: In the first installment of the Asha Khan series, titled "The Unraveling," readers are introduced to Asha Khan, a spirited teenager navigating the complexities of life within her traditional and affluent family. Set against the backdrop of...