Highest Rank #11 in Short Story
It is Going to Be all About AvNeil.
Multiple Different Plots
Multiple Different Scenarios
2 Hearts
and 1 Couple
AvNeil.
If you wanna Imagine them in Diverse Situations, then you are at the right place.
Beware! It may hit a nostalgic chord! But overall it's different!
Happy Reading!
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"Avni! Bacchaa, Why are you taking so long? They'll be arriving anytime now."
She heard her Neela Maa calling from downstairs for the umpteenth time now. Avni slumped her face in her hands and groaned loudly.
"This can't be happening with me!" She repeated the same thing in disbelief, something she is doing for two days now.
She analysed her pretty reflection wrapped in traditionals in the full-length mirror that is supposed to reflect truth but all she can see is a familiar face with a mask of unfamiliarity. This is not her!
Adjusting her flowing dupatta and tucking one of its ends near her waist, she smiled brightly, Like the way Neela Maa had made her practice. Next instant her lips dropped as it was too much of fakeness to bear. She gritted her teeth and grunted loudly, "Urghh!"
Dropping her dolled-up-ready-to-display frame on the stool in front of her closet-mirror, she glanced at her phone with hope, muttering, "Now where is that idiot when I need him the most!"
Avni is never going to understand this old-age concept of 'Arranged Marriage'. It's ridiculous to trust someone with your life whom you hardly know. And how can you know someone in a meeting of a few hours or maybe two or three meetings?
This whole concept is bizarre considering it's technologically sound 21 st century and she is no damsel in distress but an independent matured woman who can survive on herself.
A soft knock at her door put the brakes to the chain of her thoughts. Annoyed, Avni opened the door only to find a restless jittery Neela smiling weirdly as it's she who is going to be displayed to a family for a trial for the bride.
"They are here! Let's go!" NeelaMaa said, giving final touches to Avni's look and primping her hairs for one last time.
Avni rolled her eyes at her Mother's excitement and muttered something related to feminism which Neela very well ignored.
Avni had her escape plan revised thoroughly in her mind. She's not going to be the mannequin and shy-types the other people might be expecting. She's going to voice everything she despises about this arrangement and finally politely reject!
Whenever her marriage is going to happen, it's going to be her way!
She took a long determined breath after affirming her mindset and threw a disappointed look at her unerringly silent phone!
Lost in her thoughts, she reached the living room with Neela accompanying her. In the semicircular seating arrangement of the couch, she can see a middle-aged couple seating with an elderly woman in her trendy classy saree. The other couch occupying a man in a grey suit with his back towards her might be her expected suitor.
