My life! My way!- VirMan SS- 10th chap Updated! - Page 9

I yawned stretching my hands up getting ready to fall on the bed when my phone buzzed out loud freaking me out. Who was at this hour? I looked at the name flashing on the screen and lifted it up with an overjoyed smile but tried to control it.

"Did the sky just turn green or did the earth had a serious collision with an asteroid or wait it can also be that my phone is just acting weird ..." I over reacted a bit to get a good response from the other side.

"Nothing went wrong, your mom just called", she sighed.

"Shouldn't it be called the eighth wonder of the world", I argued settling beside Scuba which was fast asleep by now or I guess it was.

"It took a lot of time for the mehandi ceremony to wrap up, every lady was around for decorating their hands, and some even filled their legs", she replied ignoring my rants.

"Dear it reminded me of you today", she suddenly dropped the most dangerous words. Her voice had everything that I didn't want- strange delight and anxiety. Did any nosy aunty fill my mom's ears against me now? I hate these family gatherings mostly the weddings. They're too phony and boring for my liking. The aunties sometimes are so bloody old-fashioned that I would feel to throw myself out of the window and run away.

"Manvi, you're looking gorgeous in this dress", they compliment me first but then turn around only to whisper in others ear, "Did you see what she was wearing? Too plain and dumb". I simply don't attend such unwanted events, well is there any particular law that says you have to?

"I made a decision for you", she stated cheerfully bursting my small bubble of thoughts. Decision? Omigod, DECISION! By the time I have been known my mom through well, I should be afraid of this word now. "Which ass filled your ears now mom", I asked disgustedly. I very well knew now where this was heading.

"No one did, just listen to me", she continued on how Mrs. Saxena a tit for nothing old bozo made my mom realize her responsibility towards her daughter by showing off her cousin's marriage photographs and making my mom build castles in the air about my own marriage. Sure mom, keep dreaming now, I'll take my own decision as it's my life of course, and I'll live it my way.

"Is that witch still around you?" I asked crossing my hands over my chest. The reason I stopped attending marriage events anymore was that every aunty would pinch my cheek and would say, "the next turn is yours sweety" or some even start making matches at the marriage itself. If by chance my mom happens to hear this she would go bonkers the next day about searching every goddamn shaddi website to find a suitable Indian dulha for me. But now it looks like I should rather stop my mom attending those events anymore rather than myself.

"Have some manners lady, you're becoming like your dad day by day. And what kind of language do you speak these days?" she started her usual lecture of decorum and discipline and blah, blah, blah!

"Spare me from the lecture yaar, and listen to me okay, don't tell me what Mrs. Saxena or whoever jobless retard tells you anything, no one matters to me as much as you do, do-you-want-to-get-me-married?" I asked each word spelling out clearly.

"Yes my child", she replied softly. This is the least I could expect in a day now!

"Just to remind you mom, my date of birth is 17-9-1987, I'm your 25 years old daughter, and I can take my own decisions and stop over reacting". Later I groaned at my mom's attitude how easily she could take decisions regarding me? I don't have a say in it when the goddamn decisions are for me? "Manvi'give me the phone'stop it Prakash'arey give it yaar, I want to speak to my daughter", I heard distant voices being echoed. I could make out what was happening there. Dad must have asked for the phone but mom was declining it.

"Manvi how are you my child?" my dad asked over enthusiastic, his voice sounding too groggy. I could tell by his voice that he was full on with whisky from his head to toe. "How many shots did you have dad?" I counted at his usual habit.

"Not more, just six", he replied in a whisper. I guess mom was standing beside him.

"That's huge dad, you have almost emptied a full bottle, didn't you?" I asked.

"You need that to handle a sherni like your mom", he chortled making me laugh with him as well.

"Dad I don't want to do the very same mistake you did 30 years back" I complained whining and pouting at the same time. Sure I love my mom too but girls would always be daddy's princess, while my smart ass brother is my mom's ladla prince. Ugh'don't even get me started about him; he's an eighty kgs of pure annoyance.

"What is it?" my dad asked greatly astonished.

"Marriage what else", I replied slipping the phone to my left ear now.

"You don't worry, I'll handle your mom, these relatives here fill up her ears and she starts imagining things" he laughed loudly. My family is just so weird. My parents are like two faces of a coin, having different opinions about everything and anything. Same goes for me and my bro, we can't stay even a second bickering with each other but we have always been together whenever one needed other.

"You're the one spoiling her", I heard my mom complaining. "I'm trying to give my daughter the considerable freedom she deserves", he back 'fired on her.

"Totally my fault that I gave you the phone", she complained again. Oh my! Are these two still kids? Those were the days when my bro and I used to sit and watch flying pillows in the air. God! Save me from this torture, ugh!

"Dad'mom listen to me, I've got work in the office tomorrow so good night, and'I need to work my ass off", before I could turn off the phone I heard my mom saying, "but it's a Sunday tomorrow"!

All I could say is, oh well crap!

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No VirMan ! And I think this part was sucky - again! too much family drama...couldn't write more, i'm at a boring wedding of my distant relatives 🤢🥱😆

Anyways, I'll update soon from now on and i'll try to make a pm list, I'm sick of pming so many ppl and getting mere comments 🤢