This is my first story on wattpad.... It is based on a true story with variations.... and with different names and locations.... This story is about two individuals.... How they overcome their problems and become strong support to each other.
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“ This is not done mom, I am not ready to meet this guy. Come on please I still have to complete my college. “ I said in one go trying all means to stop my mom from thinking about my marriage.
I am not a person made for marriage. Especially not after what my mom had gone through when my father left my mom and got married. I don't hate my father. We are in good terms even after knowing the sufferings of my mom. My mom never asked us to not talk or meet our Father.
“ Go and get ready Radhika. I am not getting you married right away. I just want you to meet him and his mother for once and then decide.” My mom said with pleading eyes.
I cannot fight with my mom. I love her more than anything in my life. I don't think I am that beautiful that this guy will agree for marriage. Nor do I have something like money or good job. I am just a college student who goes to college and comes home with not much excitement as I was raised with my mom and my elder sister with no man in the house. Even my school and college were strictly women. There is no denial that I did not talk with my father, I do talk to him occasionally but not that much aware of what men really are?
Mentally preparing myself, I went inside to get ready. Somewhere I was calmed that the boy will not like me. My sister Riddhima was helping me. She came from her house especially for me. My sister, well she is a happy married woman with a daughter. She did not had a same fate as my mother. I am happy for her.
I got ready with green and maroon combination Anarkali dress with little makeup. My mom and sister were preparing table and cleaning the house to welcome my unwelcome guests.
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Ignore the face. You can can imagine the dress like this. 👆
My dad called my mom, well you are thinking right they do talk to each other regarding their daughters. Well my dad was present at my sister's wedding but not when she was growing. Her marriage was fixed and everything was arranged by my mom. And my father just attended as a guest. But I was happy that at least he was around. Otherwise many people are fatherless.
The bell rang at the front door and my sister said, “ my hands are sweating.” And I was like they will not like me. In my heart I knew I am going to get rejected. Why would I not think, when my relatives used to give me advises that I should take good care of myself and should always be representable. I was not a person to live half of my life in front of the mirror applying makeup. And my relatives were like no you should do makeup as boys nowadays wants to see a model in their wives. Well well the guy who is going to marry me should know me without makeup. He should see my inner beauty. Here I go again in my fantasy world that men nowadays does not go for faces but inner self.
