Action Of The Stranger

I sat on the chair with a smile fixated on my face while numerous people stared at me like I was some showpiece. The heavy red lehnga and fancy jewellery didn't make me feel pretty rather, they felt like shackles holding me down. The wedding rituals were done but I had yet to meet the groom - my husband. The thought of leaving my home, my family, friends and living with a stranger in some foreign country suffocated me.

Flashback Starts
It was late, about 11pm but my father was still not home. My mother and I were waiting for him since it was like an unsaid family tradition that we would have our dinner together.
About half an hour later, my father arrived - looking utterly exhausted. Soon, we began our dinner; however, nobody spoke a word which was very unusual.
After dinner, my father called me to the living room. "Sarah, what do think about getting married?" he asked. "Hahahaha stop joking, dad. I am only 19," I replied.
"I'm not joking. You have to get married next month or else, we will lose our company."
Flashback Ends

The union was arranged by my grandfather. I always knew he thought of me as a burden since he wanted a grandson, but I was not aware that he hated me that much.

The days, after my father gave me the news till my wedding, was tiring. I didn't want to get involved in any preparation, so I handed over the responsibility of choosing a dress and jewellery to my mother.

Two women, whom I failed to recognise, came towards me. " C'mon it's time to go to the hotel," one of them said with a broad smile on her face. Nodding my head, I stood up.
"Ouch! If  the weight of these jewellery and dress kills me, my mom and mother-in-law are going to jail for murder," I thought to myself.

Fast forward to 1 hour later, I sat on the king sized bed of the hotel room. The dimly lit room was big and just like the typical Hindi TV serial, it was decorated with roses and candles.

''Kaching,'' I heard the door open. Oh no. It was the stranger. Although I was scared limitless, I couldn't help but admire my husband's handsome face. He looked better than the pictures I was shown.

Slowly, he made his way towards me with his hand behind his back; his eyes never leaving mine for even a second. I was terrified. What will he do now? What is going to happen? Thousands of thoughts roamed around in my head. I wanted to hide under the bed, but it seemed like my legs have become paralysed. I was not ready for any form of 'Physical Contact'.
"That dress looks so uncomfortable!" He exclaimed. I stared at him confused and, also, surprised.
"You must be hungry. Here, have some Cheetos, " he said while handing me the bag of Cheetos he hid behind his back.
I burst out laughing at his actions. A weird sense if comfort instantly washed over me. "This marriage might not be so bad after all." I thought to myself.
                                                                                            ~THE END~