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 song has a special place in my heart... (Apologies if this doesn't meet your tastes) but this will be the one listened to, by Samayra's dad. (Let the lyrics sink in.)
Samayra POV
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I sit on the gazebo in the cold winter night, sobbing and sniffling as tears flow down my cheeks.
"You should go inside, muffin." I hear Tarun's voice as my body tenses in response and I immediately turn to look at him.
"What are you doing here?" I ask and stood up from where I was sitting to take a step away from him.
"Dad told me everything at dinner. I came here to check on you." He says trying to cover the distance between us.
"You discussed about my sister's wreck of a marriage at your dining table? Wow.. Christmas came early for your mother.." I sarcastically smirk as his face contorts into a scowl.
"She isn't evil." He says and I shake my head in disagreement.
"No, she isn't evil. And neither was Hitler." I say and look away to avoid meeting his eyes.
"I saw Ambar's car drive out near the turn to your house. Is the argument you had with him, the reason for your sassiness?" He asks and I frown.
"Why do you recognize my husband's car in the middle of the night?" I say still looking out at the trees surrounding our house as I hear an owl hoot.
It reminded me of yesterday night, when I sat here with Ambar talking after he had caught me crying, looking at pictures with Tarun. So much had happened in these 24 hours that, it seemed like an eternity had passed.
He had told me I was beautiful and he gave me a shawl, because he feared Sabina would kill him, If I got sick.
He had also told me that I wasn't perfect. I didn't need to be. Instead he said that, I was precious and I just needed my closure.
"Ambar came to our house this morning for some police work. He was at our house when you called him about the kidnapping. I recognized his car." He says and I turn to look at him, ignited by the spark within me as the conversation from last night played in my mind on loop.
"Why did you leave me?" I ask and his face falls. He was shocked and perplexed at the same time. This question was the last thing, he was expecting from me tonight. The confusion draws on his face, as he finally musters up the courage to speak.
"Mom wanted me.." he says and I almost chuckle sarcastically.
"Of course.. Like I needed to know that... But why did you agree to what she said. We had been friends for 20-21 years and how many times had you gone against your mom?" I say as he stood before me looking on the floor as I face him, wanting him to look me in the eyes.
