"Hello Agents!" (Weekly Update)

|2| Chor

I fear marriage is going to ruin every last bit of freedom I have. I fear it will ruin me.

My whole body shivered at the thought, NO, I couldn't survive a day. I know I am capable enough to snap anyone's head if they tried doing anything wrong, but I also know I can't do that to anyone.

My hands are bound to my job.

But I also know my body will not react, I can kill anyone who attacks me, but during the stressful time, when someone shouts at me during an argument, all I see is my parents, fighting with each other, and me, my brother, and trying to calm them so our neighbours won't hear what is happening.

The haunted eyes of my sister, when she cries about what is going to happen. The tired eyes of my brother when he doesn't know how to stop my parents from destroying the ruin of this relationship any further. The rage-filled eyes of my father, who hates to be wronged, and the frustrated eyes of my mother, who don't know what they are fighting for anymore.

And all of are were crying.

It scares me, what if one day my fate will be just like the one I grew up watching?

Because I know, I can kill to protect myself, but I can't fight to heal my already shattered heart.

And right now, I'm at a stage where the last thing I'd ever want is marriage.

"Varu!" With a sudden pull, I was jerked back. What the hell?

"What happened?" I asked, furrowing at my mother, who just stared at me with a tight-lipped smile. Oh.

What did I do now?

She blinked at me and then looked down at the ground. I followed her gaze and saw. Oh, I walked over cow dung, ew.

"Now you'll whine that you've dirtied your foot, till we reach home." She shook her head.

I do not whine,

"Yaar mumma." And I did whine. Huh...

"Don't know where you are lost, who will marry you then?"

"Why your every talk ends with the topic of my marriage?" Shit. I shouldn't have said. And her glare said it all.

I am frustrated, but in my family, no matter how stressed, frustrated, angry, or tired you are, you should never forget you're talking to your parents.

As we walked into the other stall. Where Mumma talked to the vendor for the price of a Cantaloupe melon, my absolute favourite fruit.

WAIT!

Why is she buying it? Bhai hates it, and my mother, buying anything my brother hates, means one thing.

Mere lagne Wale hai...

Something is cooking in her head? What does she want? I rolled my eyes, of course.

There's no need for me to even think, there's only one thing my mother wants, and I loathe—marriage.

And if she's thinking she can bribe me with a melon? Seriously. God help me.

Sighing—and deeply frustrated with my life-I turned and looked around for a minute.

Of course, I don't have to stress much, I'll call Hridaya for another favour. I know it's not ethical, but a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do to save herself.

And he, in exchange, gets information to win his case. And I get to know more secrets.

It's a win-win.