Behind The Veil

"You are frustrating me Bhawri!" Mr Kaul yelled at his daughter back in his residence.

"Bring me a man that would accept me as I am. I swear I will not go into his background or details. I shall marry him as he is." Bhumika faced her father without baiting her eyelids.

"Who would accept you as you are? I have so many big dreams for you Bhawri. I...I...allow you to dress up well and go out." It took him a lot of effort to grant his permission.

"When I am dressed this way I see the world in it's crudest form Papa. Nobody holds back their tongue before choosing to hurt me." She retorted.

"Only men that are over aged and desperate for a gender female would opt for you." Mrs Kaul fumed out.

"So be it. I will run away and never return to you people if you force me to deck up for another man." She fumed out.

"What kind of stupidity is this Bhawri?" Bhuwan tried reasoning with her.

"You know the amount of pain I under go at this point of time? None of you can understand it. I feel like an object. No man should know what I own and how much I own. Bring  a man as such to me. I shall close my eyes and marry him at a short notice." Saying so she stormed upstairs.

In the Evening...

Raghav rode his bike to the vine yard where he was working on the the guest house project for Mr Kaul.

"Bhawri did not come?" Mr Kaul questioned him.

"She seems to be least interested in your aspirations for her. Looks like I and you have to take the onus of doing things on her behalf, stupid female." Raghav answered.

"She is stupid indeed. She would ruin her life this way. It's all my mistake. I should not have been so harsh on that girl. I thought I was protecting her. But she has grown from bad to worse." Mr Kaul sighed back.

" I thought most of her requirements have been fulfilled, a laptop, mobile phone and now she even owns a scooter" Mr Kaul clutched his temple appearin tensed.

"A pinch of self respect, freedom and permission to eat Pani Puri at a cart? " Raghav smirked at him.

"Yeah even that she goes about acting like Girija at home now. I won't permit her to eat Pani Puri in a cart even at my peril! Have you seen the contaminated water they use? " Mr Kaul shook his head.

"She refuses to see any of the class A officers I have been introducing her to. She has threatened suicide if ever subjected to one more elite candidate. She demands for an ordinary middle class man making hand to mouth." Mr Kaul reported to him.

" Is she serious? Why did I save up so much fortune? Is it to fund some bugger making hand to mouth? I wanted my daughter to live like a Princess. Here she is choosing misery over fortune. She has turned the atmosphere so tensed inside the house that my BP has shot up for real." Mr Kaul's eyes turned moist.

"She is surely acting stupid. Does she even know how she would survive in a middle class house hold? That girl has not seen a day of misery or lived a mediocre life." Raghav grunted.

"As long as she does not claim to be an asexual I have to heed to her. Now my requirement has come down to just a normal male candidate." Mr Kaul shrugged.

"That's grave..." Raghav exclaimed when he realized the gravity of his situation.

Next Morning...

"I got Kashmiri Pulav from home." Bhumika walked into the studio with a casserole.

"My Jaan sent it for me?" Zaroon grabbed the casserole from her.

"It's vegetarian." She smiled back out of sarcasm.