"Our boy liked your girl." The lady sitting beside the guy announced, I assume as her my soon to be mother in law.
But I don't like your son. He seems a pervert from his first impression. The way he is gawking towards my mom and me define his nature. Pervy ass.
I don't want your son. Huh!
"So, Mr.Sharma, let's talk about 'give and take' of things." Groom's Father intiated the demon's talk.
"Yeah, sure." My father uttered hesitantly.
"Let's make everything clear. Along with other things, we want Brezza in case of car, and A.C. from Samsung." That man said with a bright smile. Or should I say a greedy smile? Yeah, a greedy one.
Is this boy deprived of knowledge or he's not able to earn these things by himself?
My father is gonna give my hand in his hand? A person who is not even capable to buy things for himself and for his fucking family? How this boy will carry my burden?
"Brezza is quiet expensive for us." My father replied while looking towards ground.
"Oh...is it expensive? Well, our son doesn't find it expensive." They said with a laugh.
Then buy yourself you bitches.
"If it's expensive, then we can go. It's alright. Right?" Old ass said in a mocking tone.
"Ahh, no...no... I'll look after it." My father assured them, not letting them go. Why Papa? Just let these people go.
"And if something left, we can always cover it up with gold and cash." This time that horrible lady blurted. While smiling widely, showing her yellow teeths.
"I'll look into it." My father said with a sad face. Yes, I am a burden.
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-To be continued-
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General FictionIf you want to know India more, than no need to read articles of people who have never been in India, the way a citizen does. Others write shit about us, to know truth read this book further. I am here to let out my thoughts on my country. I respect...
