ARRANGED LOVE...
9 months later... It was 10 a.m in the morning , she brushed her long hair and tied it up with a band standing infront of the mirror. Checking out repeatedly if the kurta suited her pants. " Do I look fat in these??", she thought to herself. It seemed she was perplexed about the day as she had never thought of just going straight to meet someone with the perspective of marriage that too someone unknown to her. The idea of arranged marriage was always obsolete to her. She never thought of going across matches unfamiliar to her or her family. Still, as that was her mom's repeated requests and her dad's undaunted concern of getting her married , made her finally to agree to their urge to go and meet a guy whom her parents fixed up for her. She didn't want to go through her regular makeup, rather tried staying with a straight pony and a lip-gloss so as to look disinterested already at the proposal. As she sipped her last drop of coffee in mug...