Chavi
"Bhai sa, I have something very important to talk to you" I said in a hesitating voice
"What is it Chavi" He replied while getting our swords.
"Bhai sa, I can't marry Karthik, not right now, I want to continue my studies and I had submitted my application for the Delhi institute of technology and management." He turned to look at me with a shocked expression, I closed my eyes knowing I won't be able to continue if he looked at me like that, "Today I got a call that my application was shortlisted for a two year course in dual degree and I will have to go there by next week."
I finally opened my eyes after completing, His eyes were wide open but he wasn't looking at me. I followed his gaze and turned. Oh no, Karthik was standing behind me. I don't know when he entered or how much he listened but the look on his face was enough to make out that he heard it all. Both of them, looked at me with a strange and shocked expression. I was regretting every moment of the conversation but I was already here and I was prepared for anything that will happen now. Either way, I can't go back on my words and especially since I really want to go to college, I should at least try my best to convince everyone. Rest is in the Lord's hand.
Bhai sa finally said after a whole minute of silence. A minute which felt like an hour and their stare made me feel as guilty as a criminal. "Chavi, are you out of your mind, why didn't you ever discuss with me before submitting the application."
"would you have allowed me to do it, if I had told you" It feels like I am in the court room and trying to prove myself.
"Of course not, If you had told me I would have put some sense in you. You know it's not allowed in our family." A tear escaped my eyes. Bhai sa kept a hand on my head to console me. I know he loves me a lot. "Chavi, please don't cry baby. You know it's simply not in my hands, I can't make this decision for you, you know I love you and I have never been against you trying to learn anything. You remember when father was not willing to get you trained in swords, I taught you. Rather it be badminton, swords, swimming, chess, driving car, I always supported you in whatever you wanted to learn but for this you need to go to a completely different city and that too for 2 years. I can't make this decision for you and especially because you will be married in a few days. We don't even have enough time to convince our father."
By the time he finished my little sobs turned into river waves. I kept crying, not knowing what to do. He wrapped his arms around me in a consoling hug "Chavi bacche (child), please don't cry"
I felt another hand on my head. "Chavi" It was Karthik. My eyes were still blurry with tears, Bhai sa released me and said "Karthik, Chavi is still a child, don't take her words personally. Let's keep this conversation between us"
"Raj, I think If Chavi really wants to study, we shouldn't stop her". We both looked at him shockingly.
"I wouldn't have stopped her if it was on me, but this decision can only be made by my father. I don't have a say in it"
"But I do, I am going to be her husband, Let me talk to my father first". I don't know how I'll get them to agree but I know one thing for sure. If chavi wants it, I'll get it, even if she had asked for the goddamn Eiffel tower. I would have gotten it.
"Don't give her false hopes, we both know our parents would never agree" Raj said in a genuinely concerned way. He loves Chavi but not as much as I do.
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