For Samayra, being a successful veterinary doctor was enough. For her parents, It wasn't.
They say, For those, who fail to find love, there's always arranged marriage.
Yeah, it's the truth but.. How do you fall in love when it's a compulsion and no...
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AMBAR SINGH DEOL
"Can't I just wear a tux ?" I ask my younger brother looking away from the mirror.
"Mom's clear about wearing traditional for the ceremony." He replied as he unwrapped the fancy turban packaging and gave it to me. I kept it on my head and looked in the mirror again.
Couldn't that fireball of a woman choose a darker colour for contrast to her lehenga (dress). I don't look good in light shades. She's most probably doing it to get spotlight. Becoz I'm handsome enough to overshadow her beauty.. That spoiled brat.. Plus why is this shirt so embroided.. So unmasculine.. If that's even a word.
You must be wondering why I am doing this, right ? Going ahead with this wedding ? It's not my father on the death bed. Why do I care ?
Well, I am wondering too. When Samayra left the hospital room, his father looked at me with hope in his eyes and placed a hand on his heart as if his heart still had a lingering effect of the block. It must be, he has a major blocked artery after all. "You should call your parents, son. We need to get this done soon. I don't know how much time, I have left." He said in a slow voice as if in pain.
What do you tell your former senior officer, and a very old man who says that he is on his death bed, when he asks to get married to his daughter.
Let alone former senior officer.. How can you ever tell No, to a man so old and gravely ill ? So, I called my mother being the empathetic hero that I am. She was overjoyed at finally getting me into the evil chains of wedlock. And Today is the day I loose my freedom.
I'll be sharing my bedroom and my closet and I'll have to hear her annoying voice in my home. Why did I say yes ?
Why couldn't I take a small dent on my conscience and say no to a dying man.. But instead, I destroyed my life.
"How is bhabhi (sister-in-law)?" my brother asked me.
"Oh she's right out of a fairy tale." I say sarcastically as his eyebrows do a teasing dance of going up and down. "Like a dwarf from the snow white and seven dwarfs.." I say wanting to get him off my back.
"What bhai (bro), why can't you be romantic ?" He says in an annoyed tone.
"Chetan.. my head hurts at the thought of marrying her. Don't annoy me or I'll literally beat you to pulp." I warn him. "Seems like a good time to enter." I turn and see my only friend and junior from work Avinash enter.
"Any new leads into the case ?" I ask refering to the drug racket. "Is this man serious ? He's talking about work two hours before his wedding ?" He says laughing at me.
