The Arranged Marriage

For the people who don't know about arranged marriages, these are the types of marriages in which everything is decided by the family of the bride and groom including who their children are going to marry. More than marriage of two people, it is a union of two families. Please read this story although I have published only a small portion now.


2. Slightly Inclined


"So?" Shikha demanded a sly grin on her face.

"So!" Trupti repeated, trying to put an innocent face in case Shikha was eyeing her.

They were in the lecture hall where Prof Kayastha was scribbling nonstop on the board. Trupti had always found microeconomics difficult. And recently, Prof Kayastha had turned hastier towards his teachings. The examinations were due in a month and he had a lot left to teach. This new habit of his had made it even harder for Trupti. Before she could grasp on a topic, the lecture would have moved to yet another topic.

"Don’t try to change the topic, Trupti."

"Let's talk after the class is over, please." She pretended to listen intently to the professor.

"I know you just want me to forget about it till the break. And even so you are not going to understand what he is talking about. Come on, tell me now." This time, she turned her head a full ninety degrees to look at Trupti.

Trupti rolled her eyes. She knew her friend was right and that she was never going to give up. "Alright, what do you want to know?"

Shikha's eyes shone on that. "How was he? What did he look like?"

"I don’t-"

"If you don’t want to pay attention, please leave the hall. There is no need to disturb other students." The loud voice of Mr. Kayastha stopped Trupti's sentence in short. His eyes were fixed on the two of them.

Trupti looked down on her exercise book and begin fiddling with her pen.


"So, how was he?" Shikha clamored again.

This time they were on the cafeteria eating a plate of noodles each. Trupti intentionally got a long roll of noodle around and fork and shoved it into her mouth. She pulled out a face at Shikha.

"Oh come on, Trupti, I know you are just trying to avoid the topic." Her brows began to furrow and her voice suddenly turned stern. Trupti knew her friend was starting to get mad, so she gulped down what remained in her mouth.

"I don’t know Shikha."

"What you didn't even get to see him!"

"No, I saw him. But, I didn’t even talk to him."

"What do you mean by you didn’t talk to him?" Shikha demanded hitting her fists gently on the table.

"His mother did most of the talking for him; actually it was for all of us. All I had to do was listen to that arrogant woman blabber on about the prestige of her family and what she expects of her daughter-in-law. You know, I think she had it all planned to make me look like a fool. She kept picking on each of my flaws and talking about it. You know, she made me so nervous I had to go to the bathroom." She felt a heavy weight lifted off her chest as she finished talking.

Shikha seemed sat still for a few minutes before saying, "Relax. That's just how mothers-in-law are meant to be. Besides, it's not her you're going to be married to." She smiled, hoping it would be able to lift her friend's mood.

"I'll have to live in her house though." She pouted at this.

Shikha gave her a sympathetic look. "Still, she is not the one who matters. You have to think about your husband-to-be. And, by the way, how was he?"

"I guess Ma and Pa will arrange a date for us in this week. Maybe then, I'll know him better."

Shikha smiled at this. "Hey, at least tell me what he looked like."

"Well," Trupti let out a sigh, "he looked fine." She smiled as she reminded herself of Sumer as he got out of his car in front of her house; the way the sunlight reflected on his brownish hair.

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