Indescribable Twine✔ (Love & Baby Series #1)

Part One : Beginning

"Mum, will you stop fussing over my makeup? It's perfectly fine!" I huffily tell my mother, who can't stop cribbing about my imperfect eyeliner, or my not so bright blush or my un-glitzy dress.

"Baby, it's your engagement! You need to look perfect!" says my mother, unnecessarily emphasising on the word 'perfect', much to my annoyance.

"I know, and I'm perfect the way I am right now. So, please calm down!" I request her, which doesn't seem to have any impact on her. Not that I thought it will help, anyway.

"Fine!" she snorts and leaves the room, thankfully. Why do mothers have to be so fussy about everything and then get irked if we try to make them understand that it's all fine? I can never understand that!

I lock the door. I really need some alone time before the engagement ceremony begins. It's a big day, and like any other girl, even I'm nervous. And given to the past of my dysfunctional family, my parents' divorce like separation, its even more necessary for me to prepare myself for this big day of my life. Thus, I need to console myself before I finally slip the ring on my fiancé's finger.

Samay Wahi, the man I'm getting engaged to today, is my father's friend's son. An architect, he is, and runs his father's construction business. He's settled in his life, just like I am, Dr. Anushi Vadehra, a paediatrician and the youngest and only girl child of Dr. Raghav Vadehra and Dr. Vaidehi Vadehra.

Yes, the names of my parents make them sound like the mythological pair of Shri Ram and his wife Sita. But that is certainly not true, or maybe yes. And why so, you'll ask, right?

I won't go in details, rather I'll just cut the long story, short. 22 years back from now, my parents had a huge fight (a petty issue blown out of proportion by both), which led to their estrangement. Separation, not divorce, as they like to clear it (or like I mentioned above).

Yet, it was like divorce only, since I stayed with my mother in Mumbai, and my elder brother Avinash lived with my father in Delhi. For twenty two years, we continued to live like this, with occasional swapping during vacations, when my Avinash came to stay with Mom and I went to live with Dad.

But, few months prior to today, during my brother's wedding, my parents realised how much they still love each other, and expressed their heartfelt desire of reconciling, which no one posed any objections against.

And so, here I am today, about to get engaged, which is actually an aftermath of my parents' reconciliation. They believe their daughter is of marriageable age. Well, maybe, I'm 26, so yeah. Without wasting time, they found a perfect match for me in Samay, and then rest is history, as they say.

Arranged marriage, that is the term for this alliance. And to be honest, I'm not that thrilled to get engaged. Samay's nice, but I don't love him. My mother, who herself had have a love marriage, tells me that I'll fall in love with Samay after marriage. But I highly doubt that!

I mean, it's not like I don't find him attractive, I do. Yet, it's impossible for me to feel anything for him. I guess it's because of what I've seen while growing up. One silly doubt, led to a heated argument between my parents, and boom, both decided to separate their ways. Is this how strong love is, which can't even withstand the testing waters?

The way things went bitter between my parents, instilled a fear in my heart about love. And every time I came across a potential lover, I always pushed him away from myself. But I can't do it this time, my parents think I'll die a spinster if I don't marry Samay which will be disgraceful for them. Because like everyone in this male dominated society, even my parents think I need a man to survive in this world. I don't really agree!

I mean, I'm independent. I earn my own money, pay my own bills. All this without a man! I don't mean that I don't wish to get married, just not now and in such rush.

Like I said earlier, Samay's nice, suave and polite. But there's an air of arrogance around him which I'm not fond of. From my three meetings with him (yes, just three and our marriage got fixed!), I found his behaviour slightly ostentatious and conceited. The way he talked to me about his business, seemed pompous and priggish to me, and his high-handed behavior with the hotel staff only irked me further.

For someone like me, whose job is to cure people, irrespective of their class, social and economic background, caste, gender etcetera Samay's not the right guy. I did confide in my mother about this, and you know her reply. She even said it might've been his way of impressing me, but which guy behaves pompously and pretentiously around the girl who's he's supposed to get married to?

I don't know, honestly! All I know is, I have to marry him, either with my own will or by my parents' pressure who can't stop worrying over their daughter's age, even if she's not sure of the guy!

But, maybe, I'll start to love Samay after our marriage. If not, then also it'll be fine. My work matters more to me, I'll be more than happy to see my career flourish than see myself become lovesick for a man, despite him being my legally wedded husband. Different, but that's me!

"Anu, it's time now. Open the door, baby," my mother says briskily, knocking the door.

I take a deep breath, before walking upto the door, opening which, I'll enter my new life. But, I'm least bothered now!

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