"uhhhh!!! mom why the hell on earth!! I have to wear this saree??? "
"Bhoomi!! beta ladke wale dekhne aa rahe hai tjhe aur tu phatti jeans me toh unko apni sakal nai dikha sakti na?? "(Bhoomi,the Boy's family is coming to meet you for marriage and you can't present yourself in ripped jeans.. Can you?) she tried to calm me down.
"ok phatti nahi toh achiwali pehenlungi par mujhe yeh 50 kilo ki kapdo ki dukaan nhi pehenna!! "(Ok I will wear good jeans instead of the ripped ones.. I can't handle this 50 kg of cloth load) I pouted.
"chup kar besaram!! ye rivaz hota h!! ladkiyo ko saree hi pehenna padta h!!ab chup chap gehne pehen!! "(Shut up shameless! This is our tradition that girl must wear a Saree during this.Now wear the jewelry without whining) she ordered.
"ab mujhe ye pehnna hai?? Are you serious?? inka weight toh mujhse zyada hoga!! "(I have to wear this now? Are you serious? These weigh more than me) I rolled my eyes.
"ab pehenti hai ya papa ko bulau!! "(Will you wear or I have to call your father?)
"ok fine!! pta nhi woh log bahu dekhne aa rhe h ya weight lifting champion ko!! " (OK fine! I wonder those people are coming to see a girl for marriage or a weight lifting champion)
I went inside and got into those wretched attires and stepped out.
"haaye nazar na lage meri pari ko "(Touchwood.. May no evil eye touch you, my angel) my mom kissed my forehead.
"ladke wale aa gye auntyji" (The boy's family is here, Aunty) shouted my friend Neha.
"tu bada khush ho ri h jese teri baarat aayi ho!! " (You are really excited as if you are going to get married) I raised my eyebrows.
"chup kr aur andar jaa "(Shut your mouth and go inside)mom shooed me.
I went into my room.
Hi! I am Bhoomi mishra,lecturer in chemistry,aged 25.
And that is my mom,who is head on heels to get me married from the day I turned 20 but I kept avoiding her in the name of studies,job etc and now that Iam settled no more reason for escape. so here Iam waiting for my suitor and his family to see me.
huh!! hell bored let me chat wid my friends on fb.
"Bhoomi chal tujhe bula rahe hai!! "(Bhoomi, let's go they are calling you) here comes my panauti bestie Neha,placing a tray of tea and snacks in my hands.
"aur koi saman ho thama de!! waha tk jate jate thode dole shole bhi ban jayenge. "(Let me hold any other remaining things, I will build some muscles that way)
"chup kr aur jaa aur haan thoda sharma liyo ladki lagegi!! "(Shut Up and go.. And try to blush a little, at least you will appear like a girl) she chuckled which made me frown.
I walked into my living room with the tray and a lowered gaze[as I was trained by my mom and Neha]
"uncle aunty ko chai pillao beta "(Pour some tea for Uncle and aunty) mom smiled.
I passed tea to the parents of my suitor.
"Beta Rajiv ko bhi do "(Beta serve some to Rajiv too) the newborn aunty of mine [my suitor's mom] said.
I passed a cup of tea to him with the same lowered gaze.
And as he held the cup I lifted my eyes.
ohh!!!nooooo!!! HIM .....
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Yet Again (under Editing)
RomanceBhoomi, a 25 year old chemistry lecturer unwillingly marries Rajiv through an arranged marriage set up but hates him for the past that she shares with him. Will this marriage last?or will she end up alone.. Yet again? Author's note- I wrote this...
