Abhigya Stories Collection

Arranged Marriage (OS)

"In three days?" I reeled in shock.

"Abhishek's Maasi is very sick and she wants to see him married before something happens to her." my father tells me in a gentle tone.

"You liked him right, Pragya?" my mother asks me at the same time.

"I did." I replied, seriously what was not to like? He was handsome, educated and well settled in life, and that he had a killer smile and beautiful hair to go with it was brownie points.

"Then what is the problem?"

"That I will have to leave my house in 3 days is not a problem?" I just couldn't help keep my hands on my hips and ask in exasperation.

"Now, after marriage don't talk like this to them. Always be in your best behavior. Leave your unruly side here." Ma tells me worried.

"Please have some faith in your upbringing, MA!" I tell her irritated; seriously she needs to cut it down. I am always my polite best to people outside my immediate family.

"Pragya, one day you'll have to go away from here. This is a nice proposal, and the kundalis have also matched." Papa tells me in his reasonable tone making me scowl at him.

"Don't think I don't understand that the reason you are pushing for Abhishek Prem Mehra apart from all the obvious reasons is that the other proposal for me is from a guy in USA." Then I added when he looked all guilty. "And please forgive me if I am worried about marrying a man in three days whom I just met this very morning and haven't even said two words to."

"Rabba! Talk to him before marriage?"

There goes my mother again! "We are not in 1917! The boat has left! We are in 2017, MAAA!"

"Do you trust us?" having enough papa decided to play the referee.

"Yes."

"Do you think we would do anything that would hurt you?"

"No."

"Are you happy with this marriage?"

"Yes!"

"Then we'll proceed with this? I'll tell them we are fine with marriage in 3 days?"

What nonsense was he asking? "When did I say no to that? Can a girl not put forth her worries without being misunderstood?" saying that I just walked off in exasperation. I had enough!

I open my eyes to find an angel in front of me.

"Masha Allah!" I sigh looking at my husband of less than 12 hours sleeping next to me. How could someone so handsome be my husband? In dread I turn to look at my hair on the pillow and sighs in disappoint seeing my unruly wild hair. In the words of the great Sarla Arora, Pragya 's hair and her character were the same, unruly and wild! I look at my husband amazed, this morning he is supposed to be the single most important person in my life but four days ago I didn't even knew he existed in this world, and I haven't talked to him yet. The only conversation or something close to that we had were when he came to see me, his mother had asked my name and I had replied, Pragya . Then last night, he had come to our bedroom for suhaag raat and asked me to change into something comfortable. After I had changed, he had suggested that we sleep and we went to sleep, pouring water all over my adolescent dreams of that romantic wedding night. But then if he wanted to do something would I have allowed him to do it? I couldn't help wonder frowning. I see him stretching and turning to my side, I sigh sadly, even in a sleepy mode he was so elegant and then he opens his eyes looking directly at me. Those chocolate brown eyes looking at me, the unruly Pragya Arora no... no... Pragya Mehra.... no... no... Pragya Abhishek Prem Mehra.