Forever and Ever

3. 𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐂𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐲

Note the sarcasm in the entire chapter.

Engagement ceremony, yes, today we both are going to be exchanging rings and guess what, no one bothered to even inform me (not like it's something new but still).

Okay, I take my sentence back. They did, but just some hours ago. Like, can you believe this? Which parents would do that and be so ignorant?

Which parents would inform their daughters just some hours before the engagement ceremony? "I'm so done with them," I screamed. It echoed in the walls of my room. And then give lame excuses like 'I was busy, Shanaya' - busy my foot!

I'm not exaggerating, I swear, I'm not. It's just that I'm overwhelmed by this marriage thing and that drunken night, which was so embarrassing. Like, I just embarrassed myself in front of my brother and a stranger. A STRANGER! It's not that I love to embarrass myself, it just happens to be in my destiny.

It's not the first time it happened. Countless and millions of times it will continue to haunt me throughout my life, till my last breath - me embarrassing myself, be it in school while adoring someone, or be it talking to myself and getting caught, or be it doing things secretly.

You get out of my life. I'm warning you, or the consequences will be bitter. Wait, Shanaya, it may feel bad. Okay, we'll try the sweet way.
"Bhai, hath jod ke vinti karti ho, you go get out of my life, mujhe baksh do, embarrassment ji."

Seriously, Shanaya, your brain is gone nuts living with this crazy human.

"It's you who's crazy." consy you just shut up

"I've completely lost it, arghhhhhhh!" I yelled in frustration within these four walls.

"This is what happens when you have loads of work, but you want to stand like a doll talking to yourself, sissy," this annoying voice made some sense, but I'll never agree to it, because I'm his sister.

"Kuch bhi bolna hai abhi inhe." Though I wonder how he entered, maybe I left the door open.

"Not to annoy you, but ghadee kee tarah lag rahi ho." (You look like a donkey).

"Shut up, khud kutte ki Tara dikar muje bolta hai, kamina." It took me some time to process just what I had said. I widened my eyes, realizing I just cursed. In English, it's common for me to curse, but not in Hindi.

"Meh kamina tho tu pagal." This is our normal convo, which we hardly have.

If you're wondering why my dusht-like brother and I do not have much conversation, then let me clear your confusion. I once, just in the heat of the moment, did something which I shouldn't have, and he saw me, or should I say, heard me.

I used a vibrator once in my life, and it was the last time as well. He heard me. He freaking heard my moan. That thought still haunts me. Vise versa, as much as I know him.

Poor soul had to hear my sinful deeds.

"Anyways, I've come here to inform you that the groom's family has arrived. Our great matashri as called you." Fuck.

"You have wasted my precious time to get ready, you're literally the worst." How come god graced me with this nice and amazing family?

I ran to my washroom at the speed of Porsche. I swiftly washed my face, followed by wearing the clothes which mama sent. She could have come and given me this outfit, but no, she had to play the cruel mom in the protagonist's life, right, mumma? So she sent a worker instead of coming herself.

Yea I do believe I'm a protagonist why won't I when my life is filled with numerous problems and not coming to an end

And then the so-called looks, which we only get by the great prettiness - makeup.