"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...
"I have it with me." I took out the paper from my pocket.
"- and we need to ask her too."
"She will agree. She loves me."
"She deleted your contact after you left."
My heart sank, but it's understandable. I left her, that too without any explanation. She has every right to be angry.
For now, I have to convince her parents first.
"Mana lunga. Maan jaegi vo." I promised.
["I will convince her. She will agree."]
Uncle stood up. I stood up with him.
"Nope, we can't allow this marriage. Ipshita is a sweet girl, vo maan jaegi. But we can't trust you not to hurt her again."
Aunty also chimed in , "Just because she will forgive you, doesn't mean you should keep hurting her."
I completely understood their concern. I know I have broken her trust and that it cannot be gained again that easily.
"Kabir?"
A voice called from the gate.
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It was weekend, and I was all ready to be home.
When I reached, I saw that the door was already open.
Mumma must've left it open after the call.
So, I went in, placed my shoes in the rack near the gate, and after putting my backpack away, I looked around for my parents.
Only to find them in the living room - with him - Mr Kabir Arora.
He was wearing a blue T shirt with back jeans, his hair unusually slicked back. Looks like he wished to impress my parents.
Ha! As if.
He noticed me, "Ishu!" I glared at him.
"Ipshita." , he corrected himself.
"Hello Kabir."
"I came here to marry you. I know I have made a huge mistake, but I had my reasons. Please -" he fell on his knees, "- please, give me a chance to explain myself. I promise, I'll take care of you, love you. I'll be the perfect guy for you."
I laughed, "You heard my parents. They reject you, I reject you."
"But I did not hear you."
"My answer is the same."
His face fell. He stared at the ground, still kneeling.
"You won't marry me then ?" i heard him whisper, "We made so many promises. All gone? All over?"
He looked up at me. His eyes were filled with tears. I again felt a pang in my heart seeing him in tears. "It's just empathy." I consoled myself.
"You lost that chance, Kabir. You were the one who broke the promise, broke my trust. I spent months, months trying to convince them to meet you." I pointed towards my parents, "And they agreed, but then? Then you left. You left me Mr Kabir Arora!"
He closed his eyes and sighed. A tear fell down. He wiped it with his hand as he stood up.
"Sorry."
"It's too late - Kabir! "
He had pulled out a gun from his pocket, and was now pointing it at my father.
"Marry me."
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