Too old.
Too tall.
Too rich.
Too out of my league.
That's Aryan Arora, the billionaire CEO for me. But apparently, he is the perfect marriage material guy according to the world's pushiest parents of mine.
Getting married was neve...
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"No, ma. How often have I told you, I don't wish to get married? I am happy just as I am. Single and happy."
Balancing my phone between my ear and shoulder, I searched for the notes I had prepared for the conference speech which was to be held in ten minutes.
"But everybody needs to get married. That's what life is about. You will be happier if you get married."
Maybe I had kept them in the second drawer.
I sighed, too tired to continue this conversation. "So, what you mean to tell me is that life can't exist without it and happiness is all about marriage?"
"Exactly."
"Then I must tell you that you are completely wrong because I have been existing just fine for the last twenty-eight years."
"But Ria-"
"Ma, I don't really have time for this. Can you call me after-"
"Yeah, yeah, I know I know. Now that you have grown so big and independent, why would want to talk to your poor old parents? Right?"
"Ma-" Before I can continue, she cut the call and as far as I knew her, she would be in a grumpy sulky mood for the rest of the week.
Emotional blackmail at its finest.
Smacking the table loud enough for the whole floor to hear, I groaned noisily.
I was having a bad enough day already. Getting up late, stuck in the traffic, failed client meeting, and now this.
What have I done to get subjected to this torture every day.
Taking deep breaths to calm myself down did nothing to settle my mood as I clicked the pen continuously, staring at the beautiful beach sunset which was visible from my sea-facing, wide office window.
I chucked the pen at the window. It landed on the wall beside it.
Reaching home, I took a long relaxing hot shower and cooked myself two big burgers.
Just as I sat on the sofa to gobble down my well-earned meal, my phone started ringing.
Without even looking I knew that it was my dad calling.
I grumbled under my breath as I silenced my phone, "At least let me have my dinner in peace."
After having dinner, completing all my next day assignments and preparing for tomorrow's presentation, I was finally free. What was left was to make the most dreaded phone call. To my parents.
I loved my parents to death, they were my pillars in life. But forcing your child to marry when that was the last thing I wanted to do is pure Hitler behaviour.
