The Forced Commitment

"Marry me!"

"It has only been four months!"

"And?"

She shook her head. She knew he liked her. She liked him too. But this was her first time facing these feelings, and she feared it wouldn't last since that's what she had heard around her.

She had had a crush before, too - in school. But she ignored those feelings because she believed love was a distraction and she was too young to make such decisions.

At least, that's what has been drilled into her mind.

Now, she is in college. She was no longer 'too young' for love, but she still found it difficult to accept it. What if it becomes a distraction?

That is, until he came along. Once again, she developed a crush, and once again, she decided to ignore it. But he had different plans. He confessed two months back, and then her mother figured it out a month ago.

Her mother told her to stay away from dating but understood her feelings and told her to introduce him, but only after they graduate.

That brought her to the current situation - Kabir asking her to marry him in the future - not seeing any issue with the short period they have known each other. He was confident, almost too confident, and Ipshita couldn't decide if the idea comforted her or made her more anxious.

Forever...does first love ever have a forever?

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It turns out it does, just not how she would have wished for.

"Marry me."

There stood Kabir, a gun in his hand, pointing it at her father. Tears streamed down her face as she glared at him, "Don't do this, Kabir. I've told you several times that my family is the most important thing to me. If they reject you, I reject you."

Kabir also had tears in his eyes. He knew this was wrong, this whole situation was wrong, but he was too desperate. Ipshita's rejection had snapped something inside him, "At least try to convince them!"

"I did try!" she countered, "I tried, hundreds of times, for months! But now - " she wiped her tears, "- now you have become irredeemable."

Bang!

"Papa!"

He had shot the glass case behind her father.

"Marry me", he repeated, "Or I won't miss the next one. "