Love or Fixed

Chapter 1

When you grow up in an Indian family, life is hard. You have to follow a thousand rules that make you stand out in society f.x. Don't drink, no wild parties, don't say the s - word (sex), don't show skin, don't stay up late (if it doesn't have something to do with school) and one of the most important don't ever talk to boys (unless it has something to do with school ofc.) and NEVER EVER get a boyfriend, etc.... 

 Growing up my mum taught me how to cook already at the age of 8. I know what you're thinking. You were probably learning how to ride a bicycle or even read. My mum also taught me that of course. She had it all in her head how i was gonna grow up. It was almost like she had my life planned out for me. 

Let me explain a little more fourth. My parent's parents, my grandparents were very strict. They knew how my parents were gonna grow up. Every night before bed my grandmother would tell my mum this quote; "Remember, life is a race. If you can't keep up you're going to lose, and everyone is going to laugh at you." That quote was probably not coming from a wight guy in the 90's.

And then she would look at my mum and ask; "You don't want that, do you?" 

She would of, course shake her head. I wonder what my dad's dad told my dad?

 Hm.... probably the same thing. 

Also, Indian parents, judge, and talk behind your back. You can't really do anything about it. I don't think people ever talked behind my back. I was an angel growing up.....mostly. 

They also like to jump to conclusions the minute they don't understand things. Mostly it was just funny to hear.

I hope you have sympathy for Indian kids now and learned something about us.

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Anyway, you probably wanna know who i am...

My name is Priya. In Indien, it means "beloved", "lovable" or "Sweet Natured". My parents were big on giving a name with meaning. After all, you had to keep your name forever.  I grew up in King County Washington. As an only child of course. After some years we moved to Seattle. My parents taught that it could give me more opportunities for my education.

But really it just taught me that the weather was crappy, how to get my two-dollar Starbucks coffee in the morning before school, bumping into people with bad breath, and irritating kids that woke up on the wrong side of the bed. I hated it in the beginning, but then i just kind of got used to it. 

When i turned 18, my parents were starting to get sick. It was kind of funny i mean... They're doctors, aren't they supposed to NOT get sick? They would get mad when i told them that. 

 One day i came home and saw we had guests. I had never seen them before. It was an old couple and a man beside the dad. He looked a little older than me, and he kept staring at me. So did the parents. They started to ask me weird questions. After they left i asked my mum who they were, and she said the unthinkable. He was going to be my HUSBAND! I couldn't believe it. I even started crying. I tried talking to them to change their mind. I couldn't get married as an 18-year-old? Were they crazy or something? Were living in 2019, i mean come on! Half of my older Indian friends had gotten a love marriage. Which meant they had fallen in love and then married. I mean it's 2019!!!!

It made me think that maybe if i had found someone before, it wouldn't have ended this way. 

After some years i lost both of them. It was heart-attack. The last thing i told them was "I see you later" Suddenly i missed all of those times when my mum yelled at me, and we started to fight over the simplest things, and when my dad would make fun of me. 

Maybe that was why they wanted me to marry Gautham. Because they knew they weren't gonna survive. I was mad for some weeks. Mad because they wouldn't tell me.  

So yeah that's pretty much it...

But this story isn't about my parents or following rules. This story is about me. How my life turned from growing up as the perfect girl with her planned life to becoming..........yeah i think you should continue to read. You're not gonna believe me!