" Mum." I quietly said I walked through the kitchen door. I could smell all different spices but the thing of being half Indian is that everyday you had to have chilli...in everything.
" My baby, mashallah!! Getting married tomorrow! Your going to be a wife!! By the way cook me some aubergine and potato curry and also chana dhal."
"Mum." I repeated with a nervous smile.
" Also some roti too!"
"Mum." I said getting a little frustrated.
" There's some baclava in the kitchen and your dress is coming today and I ju-"
"Mum!" I raised my voice with a worried look in my eyes.
Mum looked up. I could see the worried look in her eyes. She was crying.
"Mum, I didn't mean to shout I just wanted to say that I didn't wa-"
" You're gonna leave me and I don't know what to do. my baby's gonna leave me and I don't want that but I also do want you to get marr-"
"Mum,mum it's ok Ill never leave you."
I cried on her shoulder, her warmth -ness surrounding me. I enjoyed the moment while I could. I lied. I had to get away somehow. I couldn't get married to him. Not now.Not ever.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Never let go
RomanceI have dreaded this day for my entire life. My wedding day. The feeling of having to marry a complete stranger makes my stomach churn. I've tried to talk it over with my parents but they don't want to listen, instead they say " he's good for you", "...
