The Best Match

The Disinclination

“Create space in your life for people who deserve it.”

Abhimanyu’s Perspective

Reject....

Reject.....

And Reject....

That’s what I was doing for the past seven months and my family was hell bent on making me wed with every next girl caught their eyes.

So, finally they’d selected this girl who seemed to be their latest catch; her name was Shree. I’d not seen her, not her photograph even but still my parents were considering her considerably potential than other matches. That being said, nothing had stopped them from considering other matches as well, in case I eliminate this one. They had the girls in row to pester me with and I was growing to be tired of imposing upon them but it wasn’t something that I did by design. 

“Dada, look at her.” I huffed when Paridhi came and stuck a photograph on my laptop screen. I stripped the spectacles off my eyes and stuck out the photograph from the screen.

“Rejected.” I announced before, flipping it on the bed. To my utter luck, it laid overturn. She rolled her eyes and picked the photograph, wiping it with her hand. “She is a new model, bro.”

“What?” Confusion and incredulity speckled my voice. It was not persuaded to me that they were weighing up models for this alliance. There was no doubt that we were very well heeled but there had to be a rim. 

“She is not for wedding.” Vandisha strolled in and contradicted, studying my expressions.

“Fine.” I darted my eyes on the screen again. 

“Dada...” They echoed in coalition and I banged my head on the laptop.

“Will you guys please let me work?” I groaned, shutting my laptop and glared them. As expected, they were immune to it and they perched upon the bed, folding their knees. “When will you stop being grumpy?”

“When will you stop irritating me?”

“How about… never?” Anshu Dada smirked, coming up next and I sighed, knowing that the whole clan will be storming up in here. I made space for everyone as Vidhi bhabhi trotted in with a plate of snacks and placed it in the centre. I was on a side and my siblings on the other with their eyes trained on me as if I were a fascinating two thousand years old fossil.

“What is it?”

“We are going to see her tomorrow.” Bhabhi chirped, buzzing with excitement.

Paridhi was left to accompany her, “Finally like finally I will see her. I’ve heard from mom that she’s so fair, Dada.”

“Who?” It was blowing above my head.

“Shree, the girl whom you’re going to get married with, duh.” Bhabhi snapped her fingers before me like she was making me trance out.

“I don’t want to get married now.” I declared, folding my hands across my chest. “And, now I am getting tired of repeating the same thing on loop. Why are you guys wasting your and my time? Do something productive in its place.”

Silence condensed around us. They looked at me blankly, the ladies only while Anshu Dada was throwing daggers at me.

“Nothing is more productive than a marriage.” He forced a chuckle to lift the spirits of everyone. 

“Shut up.” Bhabhi jabbed him and snapped at me, “Stop this rant, Abhi, even I want someone who would help me in the kitchen.”

“And for your kitchen assistance, you want to get me married.” I was perplexed at the dumbness of my family, “Bhabhi, why don’t you appoint someone? I promise I will bear the expense.”