How to Woo Your Bride

10| Togetherness

Hardwork ALWAYS pays off. Either immediately or when it really counts.

-Akshaya :P

The occasional first person perspective :)

Chapter 10:

Riya's POV

   Do you remember how Madhan said I could take my own time to go back to the US? After I've properly said good bye to my family? Guess how long I took? I would like to say forever but sadly, I took one day, 13 hours, and 55 minutes precisely. See how horrible my life is?

   It wasn't enough that I had to break up with my boyfriend of six fricking years, and get married to a poorly arranged substition of a life partner in, say what? Three weeks that I've known him? My mom was always weak at math, but I'm pretty sure her teachers would have taught her that six years is slight bigger than three weeks, if not MUCH bigger.

   Why is it that more experienced people get more salary, or more experienced dancers dance more perfectly, but a guy who has three weeks of experience with a girl is chosen than a guy with SIX YEARS of experience with that same girl? By experience, I don't mean going all the way. I'm still a virgin, thank you very much. But it takes a long time to be able to handle me. And once you do, you'll be in heaven. That's how amazing I am.

   Ok, I was joking. No, on second thought, I wasn't, but anyway, here I am, at my husband's doorstep, with all my suitcases upright beside me. I rang the doorbell beside the big white door, and turned around to spot my dad paying the taxi driver, and my mom walking towards me.

   I reflected back to one day ago, as I turned to face the door again. To say I was reprimanded for the speech I made at my wedding was an understatement. The nerve of my mother!

   She ranted that I'd damaged her reputation twice in two consecutive days. One, I indirectly spoke about going all the way with my husband. I'd rolled my eyes at her. I didn't get it. I thought I did her a favor by doing that. I had no intention of getting children any time soon, so I did the next possible thing to avoid rumors. And two, I'd refused to follow an AGE OLD custom of going to my husband's house FIRST right after my wedding.

   She actually prayed to god that nothing bad should happen in my marriage. I mean, come on. Who cares who's house I go to first? She does, apparently. And then she said that she would chuck me out of the house the minute I got married.

   It took her a minute to realize what she said, and when she did, you should have seen her laugh. I bet even a maniac couldn't laugh as crazily as her. She managed to choke out that she's been saying those words ever since my teens, and that she can't believe that the time had actually come.

   After, what seemed like hours, she stopped laughing, and then started crying. That's when I couldn't take it anymore, and started bawling too. Soon enough, my grandmothers were sobbing, and the male members, yes, including my brother, teared up.

   Now, my brother wasn't the emotional kind of person. I've never seen him cry due to emotions. Maybe when he got physically hurt, but never otherwise. He was the kind of person who would throw popcorn at me, while I was trying to cry conspicuously, while watching a movie.

   So imagine my surprise when he gifted me a silver necklace that had the text 'Mrs. Smiley' written. I shoved him aside when I read the word Mrs. but pulled him back and crushed him into a bear hug. The usual struggle I face with him was missing, and he reciprocated the hug.

   Now that's when I started bawling like someone died, and my brother had to say, "Ew, you got mucus on me, " and needless to say, it lightened up the mood.