Kashvi Rao never planned to get married, and it was never her choice. However, when she finally agreed to marry, it was to the man chosen by her parents.
There's nothing inherently wrong with a parent-arranged marriage, but when the man her parents...
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I'm lost. I have always been lost. Ever since my parents started favoring my Anya more and ignored me just because she had suffered from an accident when she was 17 and that was her mistake but they blame me for it.
I was 16 at that time and she was 18. If she was the child who had met with an accident then I was also a child who had met with an accident. It does not matter that I was the one who had requested her to drive the scooty instead of driving it myself.
Because of it, she was more injured and had to go through the process of physiotherapy for 6 months. All of this time my parents were with her. She had to drop out of school in her 12th class for that reason alone but my parents were with her.
While me? I had broken my right wrist and I could not write anything. At that time I was in 10th class and my parents were so busy with Anya that they could not help me with my 10th boards. I was well when I was giving the exams but my preparation was not that good which caused very bad marks and I had got punishment for that.
While Arya was smiling at me, taunting me.
And I never said anything because they are my parents and I never wanted to upset them more than they already are. So I kept my mouth shut and listened to everything they said to me.
I kept quiet all the time just like now while walking to his car as this was the time to go.
But with who?
A man I don't know much about but have a crush on?
A man who was arranged to marry my older sister?
I looked at the hand that opened the door of the car for me while I glanced back to look at my family but all I could see was his chest as he stood in front of me.
It is better that I don't see them because I'm afraid that I will see the happiness in their eyes with fake tears falling out of their eyes, that I will see them relaxed thinking that finally the daughter who was responsible for their other daughter's accident is gone.
Why can't they understand that I was also a child at that time. I couldn't help but think if they wanted me to be during that day so I would have been the one who would have gotten more hurt.
I turned back when a single tea left from my eyes and got inside the car while holding my lehenga. He bent down and helped me put the rest of the lehenga inside.
"Thank you." I mumbled while keeping my head low.
He held my cheek in his hand and made me face him. "It's okay." he kept looking at me for a moment longer and then he closed the door before saying something to my family and got inside the car from the driver's side.
"What did you say to my family?" because I'm so nosy and want to know what he has said that they are looking at us with those wide eyes.
"They can't see us." he said when I kept looking at them through the window with a frown on my face. I faced him. "And what I said to your family? I will not tell you."
