The feeling of love.

11. Get married or let me die!

"Papa, it's fine. Ab mai aap pe dhyaan dungi. Surgery jaldi karwa denge. Aap kal mere saath aayiye. Pre-op test karwane honge." i said and stood to leave.

"Priya" Papa called me.

I hummed, not in the condition of saying something.

"I have a condition for surgery." As soon as these words left papa's mouth i froze at my place.

A different emotion engulfed me. A restlessness, kinda vulnerability, sadness, anger, and what not.

"Papa wjat the heck are you saying." i said on the verge of breaking down.

"I have a condition and as far as i know, bina mere consent ke surgery nhi ho sakti. So i have a condition. If you agree to the condition, I'll happily let my surgery happen." he said.

I, on the verge of breaking down and shout, as anger was engulfing me, decided to maintain my calm.

"Papa koi shart wart nhi hai. No conditions applied. You're coming tomorrow for the pre-op tests. That's it!" i said more like ordered.

"Bina mere consent ke to surgery hogi nhi, aur jab tak tu meri condition nhi maanegi, mai consent form pe sign nhi karunga."

"Boliye. Kya hai aapki, CoNdiTioN." i asked thinking what he can ask for?

Before i can think anything, papa dropped a bomb. Killing me internally, even when i am a Fucking broken emotional mess, I'm still living for my family, but papa don't care.

"I want you to get married." he said.

"Papa! I'm. Not. Getting. Married. That's it. Aapki koi condition nhi mani jayegi." i shouted no more able to hold me calmness.

"Priya don't shout. And I'm not asking. Either you get married or let me die." papa said.

"Papa!" i shouted in an appealing tone.

"I'm not going to change my decision! I have seen a boy. You're getting married to him or i won't sign the consent paper."

I runned to my room, not able to control my tears. Entering, i locked the door. I was well aware of the fact that nidhi is in washroom and she can apper anytime.

I sat on my bed, tears uncontrollably flowing from my eyes. There was something inside me, i can't explain. A pain, anger, agony, dilemma, vulnerability and what not! God! Why my life is so fucking messed up!! Whyyyy?????

Nidhi appeared from washroom.

"Di di? Are you fine? Wh... What happened? Di?" She panicked a little.

"Pills." i said.

Anxiety pills. I take them whenever i get panic attack. Only nidhi knows about it.

She gave me my pills and i lay down on the bed. After 15 min of nidhi trying to calm me down, i dozed off.

Author's POV.

Once Priya gets a panic attack, its hella hard to make her calm.

As priya left Anirudh's room, Anamika argued a little with him and then left.

He locked the gate and called someone.

"Hello! Kaise ho rudra?" Anirudh.

"Mai thik hu. Tu kaisa hai?" Rudra.

"Mai bhi thik hi hu. Bhabhi ji thik hai? Hospital se aa gyi na?" Anirudh.

"Ha ha. Aa gyi. Ab bilkul thik hai. Tu bata call karne ki koi khaas wajah?" Rudra.

"Dekh sidhi baat karunga. Maine Ajay ki picture dekhi, aur jitna tune mujhe uske baare mein bataya hai, mujhe woh apni beti ke liye pasand hai. Maine Priya ki photo bheji thi, tune dekhi?" Anirudh.

"Ha ha dekhi thi. Badi pyaari hai. Priya naam bataya na?  Suna suna sa lag rha hai." Rudra.

"Ha woh Priya ko 3 mahine pehele award mila tha businesswoman of the year ka. Shayad wahi suna hoga." Anirudh.

"Ha maybe. Dekh teri beti acchi toh mujhe bhi lagi. Sundar hai, successful hai, padhi likhi hai, aur teri beti hai toh sanskaar bhi hoge hi. Sach kahu toh tu bas humari taraf se rishta pakka samajh. Ajay ussi se Shaadi karega jisse mai kahunga." Rudra.

"Bilkul dil khush karne wali baat ki tune. Meri taraf se bhi rishta pakka samajh. Bas ek baar tum log aa kar mil lo." Anirudh.

"Ha ha. Kyu Nhi? Kab aana hai bata? Waise bhi hum dono ko kitna time ho gya mile hue. Yaad hai college me hum dono saath padhate the toh kitna maja aata tha. Itne din baad milna ho jayega." Rudra.

"Parso mai tujhe time bata dunga. Aur mere ghar aa jana address bhi bhej dunga. Thik hai. Goodnight." Anirudh.

"Goodnight." Rudra.

The call ended, and Priya and Ajay both are unaware of the storm coming in their lives. Which will either tie them in the holy knot of marriage or will separate them.

Let's see what future holds for them.

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