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...
This chapter is dedicated to shrishti_shubha. Welcome to the family. ❤
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I pace around the room, sleep nowhere near me.
He just left.
Just like that..
He left leaving me alone to deal with shit.
I'm not the police here, but Somewhere in my heart I know that he was lying. He wanted to run away from me, from my problems, which either he can become a part of or leave me alone. FOREVER.
I regret telling him so soon, but what was I supposed to do? Lie to him?
And every time someone (read as Grandma) talks about kids, just try to act normal.
But that wasn't fair to him..
And now I have to cook tomorrow morning..
Why?
I walk towards the balcony overlooking the garden downstairs. I look up at the moon, praying for things to work out.. I wipe my cheeks to remove the wetness from the tears, I had earlier.
I remember what my Dad would always tell me about praying, "God helps those , who help themselves."
And I need to help myself. Crying is not the solution.
I come back into my room, and then pick up my phone trying to search recipes for traditional breakfast I could use.
I spend some time, figuring out what I would like to make and then start finding a pen and paper. I find a notepad in the bedside drawer and start making a list of the things I could make, after reading the whole procedure.
I found easier stuff, which I had tasted previously and then listed the ingredients I need. I wasn't taking risks by trying anything I hadn't heard of or tried.
I need to check in the kitchen for the availability of the ingredients.
I pick up the list and my phone walking out of the room and down the stairs. The house seemed quiet as I slowly walk towards the dark kitchen, trying not to make some noise and wake anyone up. I could hear the sounds of crickets, and the tick tock of the big wall clock accompanied by that of a pendulum.
I turn the dining area and right under the path leading to the kitchen, and walked right into something feeling a hard push.
Not something.. Someone..
"aah.." I was about to scream louder as I kept a hand on my mouth, to avoid waking up everyone and let my eyes focus on the face in the dark.
"Bhabhi?" (Sister-in-law) He says and I feel myself calm. Atleast it's not the hitler grandma.
Fûck. I am wearing a sleeveless tank top with shorts.
As Ambar said She'll have a heart attack if she saw me, like this...
