The Forbidden Chase To Soar

2.Yearning for someone who is hurting for someone else

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Apeksha's pov
'Do couples in an arranged marriage kiss ?'

'Do most arranged marriages remain methodical rather than blossoming into something more ?'

'What is the rate of most successful marriages ?'

I stare at the screen. Too hard.

A kiss is supposed to be a moment of tenderness; an affectionate moment filled with passion and vulnerability. Though I shouldn't be thinking this. But I can't envision my parents having that, especially not with the type of relationship they had.

My throat is parched and my fingers tremble as I type another query.

'Are domestic violence rates higher in love marriages or arranged marriages ?'

I've searched numerous questions and read countless pages and people's thoughts and experiences; mostly which they shared anonymously. At this point I think my head is going to explode with all the information.

Overthinking is like an evil spirit that possesses the senses whenever it feels like. And no matter how hard I strive, I end up under its mercy.

It was quite surprising to see when the results said that violence rate is higher in love marriages than arranged ones.

I wonder if it's because many women in arranged marriages never get the chance to stand out ? Or because in our society many families still disapprove of love marriages. So once the girl chooses the man over the family, the men think they have won some copyright ?

I flinched feeling an arm wrap around my shoulder and hastily shut my laptop. Afreen jumped back, stumped from my reaction.

"Allah! Tumne to dara hi diya."

(God! You scared me.)

The last period was for leisure and like a paranoid dumbo, I spent it all sitting and banging my head in the corner of the canteen.

Afreen and Geet fill on the chairs of either side of mine by the time Naksh and Lakshman bring everyone's orders and take the empty chairs.

I was forced to munch on the french fries after initially refusing their offers. It doesn't feel right when they are always there to share and I'm refrainíng to spending a penny. Though they know about my situation, it doesn't sit well with my conscience.

Even a samosa seems to cost an arm and leg in the canteen. Bappa jane aisa kya milate hain ?

(God knows what they put in it ?)

"I'm all set for my masters." Afreen gushed, her eyes etched in excitement. "Can't wait to live in a new city."

I rounded my gaze to Geet, who quipped almost instantly, her voice stretching in a sigh, "I'm in dire need of a break and then some computer skills. Have listed some jobs for graduates."