Together Beyond Time

Chapter 7 - Roohi is scared

/Roohi's POV/

I narrated her whole conversation between me and mom that night.

"Roohi, I think now you should leave this stigma of marriage you have in your mind. Give it a chance and from what you said about your fiance I don't think he is a bad person."

"Saanvi we can't judge a person from one conversation!"

"Exactly and you are judging this Dr. without even giving him a chance!"
She spoke back to me in same tone.

"Par is Dr. ka naam to bta?"
(But what is this Dr.'s name?)
She asked.

"Vihaan"
I said slowly.

"Hmm...hmmm V-I-H-A-A-N...Roohi's Husband."
She said giving stress on his name with a little tease.

"To-be husband"
I specified and she laughed a little.

"Okay okay! Now tell me about your roka"
She said with excitement in her eyes and i sighed.
This girl!

{Flashback to Roohi and Vihaan's Engagement day}

I was going towards my parents room to talk with my father regarding this proposal.
When I reached near room I heard,
"Meera I have finalised Roohi is getting married to Mohan's son."
This was not the first time I heard him shouting like that to my mother but this time it was the least hurtful thing he said about me.
He always insult me and hate me.
But what hurts me more is him always shouting on mother because of me. It breaks me.

I stepped inside and they both looked towards me.
My father was going to speak something but I spoke first,
"Papa muje shaadi nahi karni aur-"
(Dad I don't want to marry and-)
He gave me a signal with his hand to stop

"But papa listen to me. It's about my life."
I said little louder but respectfully.

"Roohi you always fought with me and did what you want to now you have to do what I say and that's final. No more discussion on this matter and get ready, they might be coming any time soon."
Saying this with dominance and authorised tone he left the room leaving me and my mom.

A single tear escaped from my eyes and my mom came towards me and she said with worry,
"Roohi please don't cry. My doll, listen I have always supported you in your every decision and many times against your father's wish but today I don't find any issue in his decision. Please don't protest this time and accept what fate is offering you."
She was explaining me while caressing my hair lovingly but I broke into tears before she could say further,
"Mumma he hates me."
I said with teary voice and she hugged me.

All I have craved for is my father's love but no matter what I do he always have complaints from me and I can see in the tone he uses for me that I disgust him. He hates me like I am his some kind of punishment life gave to him.
I stopped worrying about pleasing him long time ago but still when he sees me with hate I can't control my emotions.

I cried in my mother's arms for some time. She kept on explaining me and then she said to come with her.
I wipped off my tears with hand and went with her.
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She brought a big polythene from her almirah and took out a mauve fabric out of it and spread it on bed in front of me.

"Roohi I made this for you. For today and see I bought these juttis for you. You like it I know."
She showed me everything with a smile pasted on her face.

She knows stitching and since childhood she made me so many dresses....Indian, western...she knows it all!
She has pampered me with her dresses so much that no ready made dress can impress me now.
I looked at the dress and thought to myself,