“Angoor was wearing a dark green suit with red polka dots. That was the first thing I noticed. The buttons of his suit were stretched to their limits and there were sweat patches on his armpits. His shirt was neon yellow and buttoned to his neck with his double chin bulging out. The double chin was layered like an American burger, my obese brother Dawoud’s chin a British burger in comparison. His face looked like his mum had used up a whole pot of Vaseline to moisturise. He sat there making himself at home. One word from my Mum and I knew he’d have his feet up on the coffee table.”
24 year old Sophia knew since she was a little girl that she’d have an arranged marriage, that was just the way of Bangladeshi culture. What she didn’t expect was to meet men like Angoor, a man who clearly belonged to Victorian Britain. And that was just the tip of the iceberg. Will she find true love through her Mum’s matchmaking antics or has fate got something else in store for her?