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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Mrs. Samayra Ambar Deol.
I look through the shelves of clothing in the clothing store for traditional wear.
I've been here for a while now. I have two anarkali's finalized. Both of them are light colored and will absolutely go with my red and ivory bangles that I'm stuck with for the next 45 days or even more..
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My mother-in-law had told me before we had set off for my house, "Ayra, get three traditional dresses for yourself on your way to your dad's house. It's a ritual to give two dresses when the daughter-in-law goes to her father's house for the first time and wear the third."
"But mom.. I just wore this for the first time.." I said pointing to the maroon heavily embroided suit I was wearing since breakfast this morning.
"You have to wear your in-laws given clothes while going to your house for the first time.. I didn't know what you'd like or not and there was so less time for all the shopping before you're wedding .. I gave Ambar the cash.. he should pay for those, or it's not good luck to wear anything bought with your own money." She had said before I had sat in the Audi with Ambar driving and we drove for the market.
