The man of my dreams

Chapter 12

It's so hard to believe that I am doing this right now... These years were so insignificant that I forgot about all that happened in this time... The only time I remember is of Aadhya's wedding...

We used to cry so much at that time, our phone screens used to be wet every time we used to chat... I hope Vai is taking care of her... I really don't know if he is taking care of her or not but I know that he will take care of her because he loves her so much to not take care of her...

I get out of my thoughts when I hear heavy footsteps. I forgot about everything happening here, me being at our village home, someone named... Okay I forgot his name... he came here to see me...

I look at my back and smile. It is backless. My back acne will do a great job to get him out of this house, he may even vomit after seeing my horrible back...

Yeah, I am reconsidering agreeing to him. I have a life out of here and my life is books, not living with a man, washing his clothes, doing the dishes, cooking meals for him and then making babies... I am too young for that... I want to live my life, not serve any other life...

I was once again in my lala land when mumma calls me from the kitchen. I frown and walk to her. She scowls at me and tells me that she gestured me to come to her so many times but I didn't. When I didn't reply, she sighs and holds my hand, squeezing it reassuringly...

I look around me, in the kitchen. All the ladies are in the kitchen. Yes, this is what happens when a boy comes to see a girl... No woman from the girl's side is allowed out... I take the tray that contains the tea and take it outside. I look in the front direction when I hear mumma's voice, telling me to bow to everyone from his side. Go to f*****g hell! I am not a submissive woman... I am a rebel and I will never change to a submissive for anyone...

I look at the two unknown young men sitting in front of me. I give a small smile before I start giving tea to grandpa, my uncles, dadda, then the elder one and then the younger man, although I was expected to serve them the first... The elder one was looking at me expectantly but I just stand beside them, keeping my head low but this man... he can't keep his mouth shut... He says, "According to our culture, shouldn't she touch our feet?"

Dadda looks at me with anger and asks, "Why didn't you bow to him Kshitija?"

"How many times has mumma bowed to you dadda?"

He doesn't say anything. So, I continue, "He has come here with the thought of making me his wife who is always equal to her husband. Then, why will I bow to him?"

Dadda frowns. He knows that mumma has bowed to him only once and that was the time when he went to see her... I continue, "If your feet will hurt, I will surely massage them but I can't touch your feet without any reason..."

He looks at me, looking thoroughly impressed... Then, he bends over to the younger man and says something in his ear, making him smirk... Then he says that he needs to talk privately to me. I want to deny but one look from dadda is enough to make my thoughts die in my brain. Hey Bappa! Save me...