"I will not marry you," she said with firmly, her words a declaration of her unwavering resolve.
He laughed, a harsh, bitter sound that echoed the turmoil within him. "Because of your sister's mistake," he said his voice raising unknownly when he talk about her sister. "because of her reckless actions, why should we suffer? Why should our family bear the disgrace?".
His words were a cruel accusation, a blame laid squarely on her shoulders. She felt a surge of anger, a fire igniting within her. This wasn't her fault, it wasn't her responsibility. She wasn't to blame for her sister's choices.
"This isn't my fault," she protested, her voice rising, her spirit defiant. "I'm not responsible for what my sister did."
He stepped closer, his eyes narrowing, his face hardening. "Take responsibility," he commanded. "Take responsibility for what your sister did. This marriage is the only way to repair the damage, the only way to save our family's reputation." Said coldly while raising his voice at her.
Rani father clench his fist and thinking "The echoes of his words, his cruel, contemptuous tone, rang in my ears. How dare he speak to my daughter like that? The girl I'd nurtured, cherished, loved. The girl I'd always protected. I have never raised my voice on my daughters. How dare he raised his voice on my daughter?
A wave of self-doubt washed over me. Had I made a mistake? Had I been wrong to choose him for my daughter? To believe my friend promises, his assurances? To trust him with her happiness? The weight of that question pressed down upon me, suffocating me.
Then, I feel like my daughter did right thing to running away from this marriage. If I know my friend son is like this I should have helped her to runaway from this from this marriage."