"how even did that kaala pull wali churail get my number? am i really that hot?"
"laanat at your face."
Furqan laughs. and to tease me even more he says, "but you love me the most."
i just reply with a "maybe".
now he gets serious though. he starts complimenting me by saying "but you do look very nice, you look insaan for once."
yeah, that's how nice he will ever get. but damn, life would suck without him. how can mama even suggest me ending my friendship with him?
think of the devil, she shouts my name. she screams that the guests are gonna be here any minute now. i say bye to Furqan. he reminds me to 'put poison in my saas' chai'. yeah sure i want to go to jail. except the food there sucks big time. but heyy, no one would want to marry a murderer, right? i mean, i hope there aren't men who find that hot. people are weird. and so am i.
i go downstairs. i ask mama what time they said they'd come. apparently they said 6:30 and it's fucking 6:00 right now. desi parents, i swear.
first things first, i don't even want to get married. i've never been the kind of person looking forward to spending their whole life with some weirdo who thinks men are better than women and i have to serve him like a slave 24/7. yeah i know reality ain't like that but the idea of marriage doesn't intrigue me, not even the wedding part. i mean, all you do there is meet people (ugh) and you get food at the end at yOUR OWN WEDDING. i'm just so pissed off, i would murder the very next person i see.
the door bell rings. i open it. this man who's around 26 is standing in the front. do i kill him or did he just kill me?
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Humordoesn't it suck to grow up in a desi household? no matter how much you keep your distance from boys and are very platonic friends with them, you're still a harami. because boys are bad. but then again, you're also supposed to marry a random boy. wha...
