"Marry me."
Two words. Two people. Two different situations.
Ipshita Kumari, a 25 years old mechanical engineer at the MicroMakers, is faced with a different side of her lover, and a difficult decision.
Kabir Arora, a 26 years old software enginee...
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One month has passed since that incident.
I was back to square one, denying every marriage option my parents placed in front of me.
Until one day...
"Hai Bhagwaan! Looks like I'll end up dying without getting a chance to perform Kanya daan!" I could hear mumma talking, looking at the ceiling, talking to God above. I was visiting home, as I always do on weekends, and this was how my day had started.
I rolled my eyes, "Mumma relax, I could just take care of you and papa. What's wrong with wanting to stay with your parents?"
"But who will take care of you, beta? Who will take care of you when we are gone? What about your life, your old age? "
"I will just move to a nursing home."
I don't even remember how many times we have had this conversation. I already used to feel averse to love and marriage, until he came along and changed my mind. Now, even the thought of him is enough of upset me. He made my resolve stronger, and the last month incident was like adding ghee to the fire.
Before I was just averse. But now?
Now the idea of marriage scared me.
It was scary how sudden the switch was from kind and polite Ashwin to Aggressive and violent Ashwin.
And even more scary was the switch of Kabir - from the sweet and loving man to a distant and uncaring person.
I don't think I can handle anymore of such changes.
Mumma had stopped trying now. She was quiet, with her face turned to the TV. I went back to writing when I heard a sniffle.
It was her, her eyes had tears in them. It broke my heart. My fears have led my sweet,innocent mother to tears. I sighed, "Fine." I started, "Just please don't cry." I said, wiping her tears with my hand. Then, I hugged her, "Who do you have in mind now?"
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And here I am, sitting across Varun Srivastava and his parents.
Mumma is quiet fast in her work, isn't she?
I had just returned from work, when I found my parents sitting in the living room of my quarters along with some guest. Turns out it was one of my father's friend, who wished to marry his son to me.
I had given my parents a spare key to my quarters, in case they ever visited while I was at work.
What I did not expect was for them to bring a rishta to my quarters!
But of course! I pushed my annoyance aside, put on a polite smile and greeted them.
