"bhoomi dii I missed u soo much...."miya,my 20 year old cousin chipped.
"what a surprise....bhoomi tum aur shaadi....??hume toh laga tum 2-3 saal me sanyaas lene wali ho..."aisha chuckled while preeti joined her...arghhhh.....thats why I don't call them 'didi' despite mumma's scoldings.These two are 2 and 3 years older than me.They,like neha,got married during their early 20s and now have kids too.I don't care about their lives much but their marriages were curse for me.since they got married,my aunts brainwashed mumma and mumma chased me all over these years to get me married.well this is not the only reason why I hate them!! coz I always been a tom boy and they have been the perfect girls in mumma's eyes and I got lectures"tu unke jese kyu nahi bnti.."and blah blah"aisha beta...tum log taiyaar ho jaao...mall jaana h na..shopping karne.."mom said and three of them left me."mumma.....ye zaroori hai kya??"I made a puppy face"bahut zaroori hai...abhi nakhre dikhana band karo aur neha ko bulao...dekho woh taiyaar hui ki nahi...mjhe khaana bannana h saare risteydar jo aane wale h..."she rushed into the kitchen while I climbed upstairs to my room to call neha."panauti....tu taiyaar ho gyi??"I asked entering my room."haan..haan bas ho gaya"she said wearing her earring.Neha then turns to eye me.."hey bhagwaan...ye tune kya pehen rakha hai bhoomi..."she slapped her head"kyu??tujhe dikhai nahi deta?? kapde hai "I snapped"tu yeh jeans pehen ke shopping pe jayegi?? "she asked"nahi toh teri tarah 50 kilo ki saree pehnu??"I taunted"aree saram kar...teri shaadi ki shopping krne jaa rahe hai hum...aur aaj kitte saare mehmaan aayenge...tu inn kapdo me unke samne nhi jaa sakti...tu indian dulhen hai ..churidaar pehen..."she ordered"aur tjhe kyu lgta hai mein teri baat maanungi??? "I raised my eyebrows"kyuki nahi maani toh aunty ko bulaungi.."she threatened"bulale mein darti thodi hu ."I crossed my arms"aur aisha,preety ko bhi...."she smirked"ok fine....pta nahi tu dost hai ya dushman... "I blabbered picking up the dress."bye...mein bahar tera wait kar rahi hu.."and she went.
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I got ready in my fancy dress costume which neha ordered.mom was calling me continuously and here I am turning my whole room searching for my phone.where did it go???"bhoomi...bhoomi..kya kar rahi hai.."neha enters the room"hey bhagwan ab...kon sa khazana dhundh rahi hai tu??? "she sighed"tune mera phone dekha kya??mjhe nahi mil rha h??"I blurted without looking at her"tune kahan rakha tha kal??"she asked"woh toh hamesa mere bag me hota h.."I muttered"par kal tu jb wapis aayi tere haath me koi bag nahi tha...."she repliedAnd the next moment it stroke my mind....I left my bag in his car...Now that wouldn't be that bad if its just the phone but my this month's salary was in that bag too...I held my head to stabilise myself.
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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...
