Prologue
"Kanna wake up!" Madhavi walked
into her younger daughter's room shaking her head at the mess created in the
room. Walking over to the large bed the young woman slept on lazily like a
small child, she tapped her sleeping figure repeating herself.
"5 minutes Amma!" Ishita Iyer
placed her cushion over her head trying to shoo away her mother who only shook
her head at her adult daughter's childish behaviour.
"Ishita! I am serious, you need
to get out of bed!" She said in a slightly stern tone making the exhausted
Ishita get up rubbing her eyes as she dramatically exclaimed.
"Fine I'm up." She sat only to
lay back down on her bed with her open eyes opening her arms asking her mother
for a hug who only shook her head. Looking around Madhavi Iyer couldn't believe
the state of her daughter's room adding onto her nervousness.
"Ayyo Ishu, you're such a mess!
Come one clean up this room and get ready! It's already 11 and the groom will
be here to see you soon!"
"Relax Amma, if he wants to marry
me he will have to see this side of me too. So just chill!" She winked at her
mother whose palm met her forehead as she couldn't believe her daughter.
"What will I ever do with this
girl?!" She mumbled to herself trying to hide her smile at Ishita's antics as
she tried to get herself out of bed. However the smiles on both faces faded as
Vishwanathan Iyer entered his daughter's room. Getting up immediately, Ishita
slipped on her flip flops as she picked up the clothes her mother had set out
for her.
"Madhavi! I asked you to wake her
up and prepare for the boy's arrival, but you're also chatting! Now go get all
the food ready and Ishita be properly dressed in 15 minutes." He sternly
ordered the women.
Both woman nodded their heads as
he left the room and her mother followed soon after. Left alone in her room,
Ishita threw the kanjivaram saree she held in frustration as she tried to calm
herself after her father's behaviour.
"Appa, the only thing I wish this
boy has in him...is the quality to respect women...unlike you!"
~~~~~
"Puttar wake up!" Santosh entered
her middle son's grand room. Smelling the alcohol, she made a disgusted
expression before she walked over to her son's large bed picking up two bottles
along the way. As she sat by his side watching his childish expression, she ran
her hand softly over his hair as she called out his name asking him to wake up.
"5 minutes Ma!" Raman Bhalla
yelled before he held his head in pain from his hangover and covered himself
with the blanket while his mother sighed in frustration.
"Raman I am asking you for the
second and last time, are you getting up now?!" She tried to act stern in front
of her child, yet a softness never left her tone.
"Alright! I'm up, happy?" He got
up sitting in bed holding his head while Santosh looked at her son softly. But
before she could say anything, Raman got up rushing to his bathroom while his
mother was left behind to shake her head at the mess he was. Looking around his
room and the state he came out of the bathroom in, she couldn't believe they
were going to get him married.
"Hey Matarani, help this
disastrous son of mine! Raman go freshen up and quickly get ready. We are going
to see a girl for you in about an hour!"
"Chill, my gorgeous mom! I will
be ready in 10 minutes, you just worry about yourself. I don't want my mom to
look any less beautiful than the girl we are seeing!" He hugged his mother who
couldn't help but laugh at him. However their smiles faded as Om Bhalla walked
into his son's room looking very upset about something. Raman quickly parted
from the hug and kicked an empty bottle of whiskey under his bed and looked
down.
"Santosh! What is all this?! I
told you to go prepare all the gifts for the family! Don't you see how
important this is? And please make sure this child of yours will behave
properly when we get there. Raman, just make sure you act like you belong from
a respected family!" He yelled at the two people in front of him.
They both nodded their head as he
left with Santosh following him sadly. As his parents left, he picked up another
bottle off his table and smashed it to pieces as he threw it down taking out
the anger he had on his father.
"I don't know how I will be as a
husband Papa, but I will surely be a better husband than you. I won't treat my
wife as if she's nothing like you do! "
~~~~~That's all for the prologue! Please do like and leave your feedback! Am really looking forward to reading it! And PMs will be sent later on for this one! Thank you!
Edited by smilesforever98 - 8 years ago
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