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Khushi
I park my scooty in the restaurant parking and make my way inside opening the glass door. I see him sitting at the corner table looking at his wrist watch.
If someone has told me that I would be meeting my possible groom in a restaurant alone with no family members in proximity ,I would have laughed at this huge joke. But as they say desperate time leads to desperate measures . My super traditional parents agreed to boy's side demand of meeting me alone with boy not in a shady room of course ,in public place.
My parents have been looking for a groom for me & my sister for past two years . My sister is already engaged with a handsome man,with a handsome job and a good amount of lands to his name . My sister is a beautiful person in and out so it came as no doubt when the first rishta that came turned into a yes.
In my case situation was a lot different. First ,I am not good daughter in law or wife material.i laugh like a mad women,dress like a wreck with zero fashion sense,no filter on my mouth ,can't cook well, remain sick more than,Half of the year leading to my zero involvement in household work. Second and most importantly I am that rotten ,mishaped apple that no one wants to keep in their fruit basket forgot about buying. I have wheatish complexion, my jaw structure like of most Africans ,making my smile look like a a big house mouth. Barely there boobs ,even I sometimes fail notice they are actually there,no hips like seriously they are in minus right now. Even figure is going in minus , I bet international model will be jealous my so thin a figure that dress look as if it is hanging on a hanger.
I am not even that novel book girl who is nerdy ,super intelligent in studies and later turn out to so beautiful like what?? I am just plain non beautiful to whom no one wants their son to get married .I know most of you are thinking ,no relationship happens on basis of a person characteristics not on outer beauty but sorry to break it to you -This is the real world .
So many families came to look at me for their sons almost all of them refused politely. I always pretty much imagined the situation when I bring tea for them wearing my newest kurta & leggings to be like in that movie called "Penelope" . Where the man who came to see her run away scared ,jumping over gate or roof just to find a way to make it out of proximity with the hideous creature.
Sadly , those came to see were not into dramatic acts and neither was my family so rich to have them lulled in to marrying me for heavy dowry .
My parents loved me and they were almost in the illusion that I was the most beautiful girl in the world until people started pointing out that I was quite the opposite. But it did not damper their spirit to find a good looking -economically well settled man for me.
As the time passed they started to understand no one of the "good families" would take me as their daughter in law . I sometimes wonder if they did not agree just looking at my outer personality what would happen to them if they knew how much of rebellious & lazy ,sick person I am.
I have come to term with my appearance and I am in such angry position right now about everything . Not because no one agreed to marry me yet (no guy even proposed just for the sake of dare in my teens,so I knew I have nothing that makes man go gaga over a women) it was pretty much expected but I can't stop myself feel a little disappointed.
My anger was more directed towards my parents who were hell bent marrying me off . I told them I wanted to take coaching for government job exams in Delhi but no they can't sent me so far away.hump it is just four hour drive for god sake. It doesn't mean they don't want me to get a government job ,they do because it will attract the those families who are looking for a government job girl. It is just they can't send away .
Shrugging past all the thoughts I make my way to the table nervously kneading my fingers together.
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