If My Genitals Could Speak

Chapter 1 - Size matters

I dedicate this chapter to Lily because her stories have really inspired me to start writing, and I hope that one day I can be even half as good as her.

If Genitals Could Speak

Chapter 1 - Size matters.

I never ever want to get married, a forever life long commitment like that is surely not my cup of tea. Moreover, even if I do take the step to get married, it sure as hell shouldn't be an arranged one. Logically thinking, how do people even find the courage to tie a knot with someone you barely know. Do people really have that much blind faith in their parents or family members that they don't hesitate at all? How is that there are still many people who believe in arranged marriage; I find it absurd... Pretty sure you're thinking: then don't get married? But you see, I'm Indian, so sue me. I have no choice but to accept my fate which is a saas-bahu dramatic serial. 

Now for my brief introduction.

My name is Alisha Kapoor, 23, and have pursued a career in medicine. Actually, I have already completed the first step of doctery, which is Bachelor of Medicine. But I consider myself a very dynamic, independent and smart woman, so I scoped for achieving a greater dream job which is to become an Orthopedic surgeon. Hopefully 7 years down the lane I'll be fixing up an old man's broken ribs that were crushed by his grey-haired wife because he couldn't control his pants and kept grinding on a slut. Okay, maybe I went too far with that. But hey, one can have an imagination.

Anyway, getting back to the dreadful topic: marriage. My 49 year old mother insisted that I went on a date with a guy she had chosen for me. I raged, literally. But she didn't give up and neither did my father side me. So I agreed and two days later, I found myself in the mall outside Cheesecake Factory. To be honest, the only reason I had agreed to see him was because he looked hot, and oh boy, I mean it. But really, there certainly is no element of surprise here since he was half Indian and half British, what a deadly combination. 

A few minutes later, I walked in. The surrounding of this place has always been beautiful, it never fails to make me feel warm and cozy. The place is filled with brown wooden tables with cushions on the seat for comfort, and enormous chandeliers with dynamic golden lighting. Moreover, friendly waiters are always a delight to be around.  

I spotted him sitting on the corner table at the far end of the restaurant. He was wearing a jet black suit and a black and white stripped tie to go with. I couldn't exactly see how captivating his features are from where I stood, so with a deep breath I started walking towards him.

As I came closer to him, I started feeling extremely under-dressed. I was wearing a knee-length casual summer dress with spaghetti straps and floral print, featuring mostly the colours yellow, orange and red. Well at least I did the right move of denying my mother to wear an extremely vibrant salwaar kamees. Good going Alisha, pat on the back to you.

Once he saw me approaching and oh-so-very sophisticated-ly stood up from his seat and stretched his arm to greet me. "Hi, I'm Carter Hughes", good lord his Indian-British accent is extremely attractive, "Alisha Kapoor." I replied to his polite gesture by shaking my hands with him. Very swiftly, he walked over to my side of the table, elegantly pulled out the chair and motioned for me to sit. I looked at him for a second and blinked before I hurriedly sat down. Oh my, what a gentleman.