The Unforgettable Deal

Part 3

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तुम इतना जो मुस्कुरा रहे हो
क्या ग़म है जिस को छुपा रहे हो
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"Don't scare him with your venomous tongue," Ahana screamed on the phone as I was getting dressed to meet my husband whom I don't ever wish to like.

The other day, I was ordered by my father to meet his son-in-law before marriage so that we don't have any misunderstandings between us.

But little did he know how unmistakably miserable pair we are. I'm perfect and I don't know about him.

"Shut up. You are my friend, not his." I gritted my teeth and took my purse as I moved out of my room.

"All the Best. Fuck off." And she hung up. I started to descend the stairs and my mother and father came to my view.

They both were standing down the stairs with oddly big smiles plastered on their face.

Which was weird!

They don't smile looking at me. It's been ages. So, to clear the air, I looked behind me as if they were smiling at someone else.

But to my surprise, there was no one but me. I gulped down a lump and moved down. They have been good to me after I said yes to the marriage. I don't know what changed but they might be on cloud nine as I'm leaving.

"You both need anything?" I asked in utter confusion as I stood before them.

"No, Bache." What? They just called me bache? After what 20 years? What in the living hell? And why the fuck my eyes are getting welled after hearing it.

"Then?" I managed to say as I gulped my tears because at any cost I could not let them know that I consider them my parents.

"We just wanted to wish you luck. You are going to meet him. Right?" My father said as he came forward to touch my shoulder but thanks to my defence mechanism I took a step back avoiding his touch.

"Yes! Thank you." I did not wish to drag the conversation with them. I started to move but was again stopped.

"We are happy for you." My great-mother decided to spoke who was spitting that I was bad luck to her just a few days back.

I turned and moved to her. "Give me a goddamn break and please stop this facade," I whispered being dangerously close to her and flipped my hair back as I moved to the parking.

My steps became faster, my hands started to sweat and my breath heavied.

They don't let me live in peace. I held on to my bike's seat tightly as I took long breaths to calm my dangerously racing heart.

A mere good facade of my parents for the outer world as if they love their daughter wholeheartedly makes me feel pukish.

I took my helmet and slipped it over my head as I ignited the engine to meet Mr Abhishek Malhotra, my to-be husband.