In the evening,after having tea,papa went out for some work.mom was in the kitchen....alone....and I got the golden chance to talk to her."mumma.."I hugged her from behind to which she smiled"haan bol gudiya...kya baat hai aaj maa pe bada pyar aa rha h ..."she smiled while mixing the dough for chappatis
"mumma I need to talk to u...."I let out nervously
"haan bol na...."she nodded without looking at me
"I don't want this marriage...."I muttered to which she looked at me in shock
"yeh kya bol rhi h....bhoomi??"she enquired
"ummm....mjhe bas ye shaddi nahi karni..."I answered admiring the floor
"ye shaddi mtlb?? tujhe problem kisse h?? shaddi se ya iss riste se..."she asked angrily
"mjhe rajiv se shaadi ni krni...."I tried to explain
"bas ho gaye tere nakhre....apni zidd ko tu rajiv ki kami bata rahi h??? mein acche se jaanti hu tumhe bhoomi!!!kya kharabi h ladke me?khaandani hai....padha likha hai..accha kamata h..."mom thundered
I knew now its no use of saying her anything...coz she will not believe even if I say the truth!!!
"mom....padhalikha toh mere college ka peon bhi h..toh kya mein usse shaddi kr lun?? .....n what this khaandaani...phooldaani..macchardaani things...try to understand. "I pleaded
"ohh shut up....log pehle hi bahut baate banane lage h ki 25 saal ki hone bawajood teri shaadi kyu nhi hui...aur agar yeh rista tuta toh sb toh yehi kahenge ki tujhme koi kharabi h...."she shouted
"mom...dusron ke kehne se kya fark padta h ...."I was getting pissed off
"enough with ur nonsense.....abhi apne kamre me jao..."she ordered
"but mom...."she cut me off "sunna nhi???just go to ur room..."I walked back to my room..hopeless...helpless...I have to do somethingelse....have to...talk to dad...!!I waited near the window of my room.I waited....and waited...the stars begin to appear on the sky...I heard the screeching noise of dad's car stopping in front of our maingate.I assembled myself n started to think what to say!!!!After dinner,dad was reading business magazine n mom was in kitchen!!!I went to dad who was in his room!!my steps were shaky n I staggered abit n reached the door!!my palms sweated and my forehead was moist due to sweat..with shiveringfist I knocked the door...n papa turn to see me..
"bhoomi....yaha kya kar rahi ho?? "he said in his grumpy tone which made me more pale with fear
"pa....papa...wo...wo..wo..."words were getting stuck in my throat as I speak
"for god's sake just stop ur wo...wo..I hate it...."he said annoyed
"papa...I ....I ...ca..came...to..to...talk..."I uttered with great difficulty
"ok come then...."he said putting his magazine asideI too a few shaky steps....staggering like a drunkard...n reach near the sofa next to the bed where he was sitting!!!I sat on it!!!
"kya kiya tumne abb??? "he said sensing my fear.well in past during my school and college days I had many pangas,with classmates,with seniors,with teachers,even with principals....although I stood first in class.I was a menace n dad knew the expression when I came to him to confess my KAND "mmm...maine k..kuch ni kiya papa.."I shook my head"then...why are u sweating even though the AC is on..."he lifted his eyebrows
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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...
