8. Outing

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After the engagement, I went to my room and closed the door. Bhavana left for her home to pick her stuff as she is going to stay with me for this complete week. I changed my saree and took off jewelry. I fell on my bed as that is the only place where I can find some comfort from yesterday. I heard a few knocks on the door. I checked myself in the mirror before opening the door. I am not sure who is on the other side of the door. I opened saw Gayathri aunty and Kavya with a lot of jewelry and sarees and a look of happiness on both their faces.I moved aside allowing them to enter. They kept those things on the bed. Aunty turned towards me and held my face. She told "You are looking exactly like your mom. I know this is sudden for you as you never saw or heard about me. I am your dad's own sister. I married the person I loved and because of that, my dad got a heart attack. From that moment your dad who loved me a lot stopped talking to me and things were like that for all these years. I always hoped to build our strangled relations and thanks to you it became possible now. "She kissed my forehead and looked into my eyes expecting some sort of reaction from me.Even though I am watching her, my mind stopped functioning a long time ago. I seriously don't know what is happening with my life. Is it because of this, as they want their relations to get better they are forcing me to get married to their son? Or because his sister, my dad is getting concerned and trying to get rid of me before I get into such love crap .? I have no idea what my mind is trying to process or trying to understand.I snapped back to reality when I felt someone forcing me to sit down on my bed. My aunt and sis-in-law took all the jewelry they brought along with them and started decorating me. They have this blissful expression on their faces. They tried all types of jewelry on me selecting a few which I have accepted by nodding without even looking at them. The day went without my interference but I can sense that the full house is busy with so many preparations. Whenever someone came and asked something whether I liked it or not I simply responded with a nod as an answer to all their questions.The next two days went in the same way. I have selected my wedding card with a nod, wedding jewelry with a nod, Food for function with a nod. On the third day, that is 3 days before my wedding I heard a knock on my door. I got out of my bed on which I was spending most of my time these few days and opened the door. Outside I saw him, the man whom I am going to marry in the next 3 days. He is wearing a black shirt and blue jeans and his hair is silky. I noticed the ring which I placed on his finger when he brushed his hair with his right-hand fingers. I was looking at his finger ring when I heard him say "You ready?" Ready??? Ready what for what? For marriage? Oh Yeah, I am ever ready for this marriage .. :(.I sighed and gave him a question mark look. "What? No one told you? We have to go to your college to talk about transfer from here to Delhi. Get ready I will wait ."No one has bothered to tell me anything even if it involves me. I sighed and moved inside and he followed me. I took my clothes from the cupboard and went into the washroom. I took bath and wore my dress inside as Mr. Stranger is waiting for me outside. I wore blue and white simple churidar and I braided my hair. When I came outside I saw him standing in front of my study table looking through all my books and stuff. He looked at me and turned away again towards books. I can sense some discomfort in this silent room. I went in front of the mirror applied some makeup and earrings and turned to look at him. I went near him and he turned towards me. I showed my finger towards the book folder which is on the other side of the table. He took that folder and gave it to me. I arranged all the papers that are necessary for this transfer program. Then we went down from my room.

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