Coming back from the washroom, my new goal for today is to break the marriage.
because I am not yet ready to marry someone.
I cannot understand my parents or anyone else.
How can it be tough to live when you are single and enjoying yourself? I am happy, my spirit is pleased, I have an incredible amount of money, and when you have what you want, you get it. I don't understand why my parents are so focused on me getting married when I am perfectly pleased to stay single. I have a full life and enough money to enjoy it. Why should I give up on that only to meet cultural expectations? I am resolved to end this marriage and continue living my life on my own terms. I'm not sure why my parents are so focused on getting married. It's difficult to understand why people believe I should settle down when I already have all I desire in life.
when I heard my mother again yelling, "Esha, are you ready? They will soon come."
I replied while still keeping my eyes glued up, not wanting to marry him. "Hmm. I am ready."
I heard the sound of the cars; they must be here. When I headed downstairs, I found my parents standing at the front door.
As I approached them, I could see the excitement in their eyes, but my heart sank. The thought of giving up my freedom and independence for a marriage that I didn't want was unbearable.
When I saw the middle-aged couples who didn't seem to be famous but were coming from the same direction as the sound of the cars, my anxiety grew because they looked like rich, elegant, and classy couples.
As soon as they came in front of my parents, both parents knew they were standing in front of each other. The aunt is wearing a stunning designer saree, and, being in middlage, it doesn't look like she is that old. Her beauty makes me stunned, and the uncle is sporting a tailored suit, but he was handsome in middle age, and his long hair makes me feel like he is truly more modern than my father. Their elegant appearance made me feel even more uneasy, as if it confirmed my parents' high hopes for this forced union.
I'm still monitoring how they talk. The aunt and uncle have an active conversation, with confident and polished motions and attitudes. It becomes clear that they have the same degree of education and social position as my parents. Their classy and elegant aura raised my worries about the match that was proposed.
When I heard my mother say, "She is your mother-in-law, Eshani," I looked at her in dismay.
"I mean, it's the mom of the young boy," she again repeated. I want to run.
"Namaste, I am Anushka Siraj Malhotra," Aunty said softly.
I replied, Namaste aunty,my name is "Eshani Mukherjee."
She suddenly replied. "Who doesn't know about you the inspersion of every girl?"
I didn't say anything, but I could feel the intense gaze of my mother.
When I heard the voice of my uncle, "Is it really that I am meeting? My name is Siraj Malhotra."
Aunty pinched Uncle in his hand and replied, "Yes, in reality, we are meeting the famous and most beautiful goodness of the criminal world, Eshani Mukherjee." I blushed at the unexpected compliment, feeling a mix of flattery and embarrassment.
My mother is still in shock.
"Oh my goodness, it's an honor to meet you, Eshani," uncle cheerfully said.
"The pleasure is all mine," I said pridefully , trying to hide my unease. As the talk progressed, it appeared that my reputation preceded me, even among my own relatives. Despite the unexpected turn of events, I couldn't deny the excitement of being acknowledged and valued in this manner.
Aunty smiled warmly and said, "I have heard so much about your family, and I must say, you have raised a remarkable daughter." I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as I exchanged smiles with my mother, grateful for the opportunity to make such a positive impression.
And Uncle asked Aunty again. "She is just the same the way Eshan always said elegance and classy definition."
Who is Eshan, and why did he tell them about me? Offcorse, I am the woman who raised hell for people, the famous women. Eshani Mukherjee, my inner voice said in pride.
Then Papa said, "Let's talk inside. Where are Abhimanyu and your sons?"
Aunty replied with a beautiful and soft voice. "They said we would directly meet her; first, let the bride and groom meet." " Offcorse the man whom we are here for; he will come in a few minutes."
Everyone's actions are making me feel like the man I must deal with so he can end the marriage. After entering the home, everyone heard the car's voice once more, and a few minutes later
A man coming inside from the front gate of height 6'2 wearing a blue tux and white shirt, his dark aura, mysterious and captivating, instantly caught everyone's attention. He walked confidently towards the gathering, his eyes scanning the room until they met mine. I couldn't help but feel a mix of curiosity and unease as he approached me. I can feel his muscles, which suddenly become tense when his dark orbs, which are just the same color as his hair, meet mine.
He didn't say anything; he just ignored my presence, turned his head towards my parents, and I could see his perfect jaw line and side profile clearly.
He bent and touched both of my mother's toes. Suddenly, my mother avoided his hands and suddenly said in her rough voice, "You shouldn't touch my toes; you will soon be our son-in-law."
He gave a short nod and spoke. "But you are also my parents. If my wife touches my parents feet, why wouldn't I touch yours too?" My heart melted in sudden action. I don't believe in words; I believe in actions, and this man is really my type. I am afraid.
Then Uncle suddenly replied, "Then let's make a deal. Neither my daughter will touch my feet nor you will touch the feet of Rinna and Mihir."
Then suddenly, my mother's words echoed in the room, creating a tense atmosphere. "That's not right, Bhaiji."
After a minute of silence, Uncle said, "Alright, Rinna Bhabhi. Let us maintain an equal ground that respects our traditions while also welcoming change." "And also, it makes me feel old, Rinna Bhabhi."
I was just silently looking at what's going on and why they are talking like they know each other from past lives, even though I never heard about them. As the conversation continued, I couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity about their connection.
"Why are you both standing here?" "Go spend time with each other," Aunty suggested.
My father gave the man a questionable look. I even don't know his name. Can anyone understand my feelings? I feel raw emotions right now. I want to just be invisible to everyone. I was thinking when I heard my mother's soft voice, "Your breakfast I put outside in the garden. Go and talk there."
We just give a short nod to Mummy, I, and him.
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