I AM MARRIED WHEN ?

“Remember that money can’t buy love"  

Happy reading......

Mihra Kapoor’s p.o.v

“Mom I want to tell you something important. Can I? ", I lifted my eyes from my plate to her while placing the spoon aside it. I know my mom, she will never deny whatever I want but still today I was feeling tension. What her reaction would be at my decision. I think she will definitely accept it because for her my happiness comes first and other is rest. She loves me a lot, though she is single mother but never let me feel loss of my father around me. Dad passed away with heart attack when I was seven. Since then she takes responsibility of our lives. She never even think about her life, I asked her why she didn’t get married after dad death but she simply smiled and told me. 'He was my husband and will always be. There is no one can take his place in my life. It’s just because he isn’t with us, it doesn’t mean I will forget him or his love. My love for my husband is eternal, he gave the love which can be with me until my last breath.'

My respect for her increased to infinity, I love her very much. She is both my mom and my dad. Mom looked at me doubtfully and then nodded her head while continuing her breakfast. Sometimes she is so rigid with me when it comes to boys. Why was I thinking so much to say about my feelings. Usually I wasn’t this typo who has filter to her mouth. I didn’t think much before saying something. But today I wasn’t my normal self like I used to, love does that to you guys. I took a deep breath and prepared myself to tell her.

“Mom I love someone and he proposed me yesterday.", I broke the silence with a blasting news.

Her hand stopped at her lips momentarily as she her eardrums heard my words and her eyes directed to me. Then she left the spoon in her plate and wiped her hands off.

“If it’s a joke, let me tell you I didn’t like it.", she said simply finding my words silly.

“Mom it’s not a joke ..I seriously love him.", I stressed out.

“Did you forgot your rules chart ?”, she asked me little bit loud.

“No mom. How can I forget it, it’s living rent free in my head." , I said rolling my eyes.

“Then I don’t need to remind you about last rule "

“Mommm the only rule it has is no boyfriend, no boyfriend and no boyfriend. You have mentioned it ten times ..”, I huffed irritatingly.

She strictly told me no for funny things and boyfriend. 

“Because it’s the only thing I want you away from your life. ", she said rather seriously.

“Trust me mom Sirish is a very good person and my classmate. He is born with silver spoon mom and perfect match for our status.", I pouted while playing with the spoon in my plate lazily.

“How can you say that he loves you too ? ", she raised her eyebrows at me in an accusing manner.

“Because he confessed his feelings with a red rose and proposed me for marriage with a diamond ring.", I showed her my full teeth while proudly flashing my ring finger to her.

“How can you wear his name ring so casually ? It’s how I raised you ?”, her voice was deep making me startle in my chair.

“Mom don’t be dramatic, it’s just a ring and how can someone deny this beautiful diamond.", I said watching down the ring which was million worth, it’s twinkling so brightly.

“Just remove it already ", mom shouted suddenly getting up from her chair. I never seen her this much serious before, what’s my wrong here to wear a ring ?

“No mom … please understand, my life will be settle down happily and richly. Don’t you want your daughter called to be a billionaire ‘s wife? " , I said raising up from my chair.

“Money isn’t everything sweety when will you realise this simple thing.", she started her lecture again Money isn’t important, people are blah blah.

Great, just great !

“Mom I don’t want to realise any simple thing, I am happy with what I am. I want to marry Sirish and spend my life with him. This year we complete our studies and Sirish will join his parents business. After he will come here to ask my hand and you will say yes.", I confronted.

“No .. never gonna happen this. Just forget him " , she yelled at me.

“Why mom ? Why you are snatching my happiness away. ", I shouted back. If she wanted war then it will be war. I won’t step back this time, I will have to marry Sirish at any cost.

“It’s not real happiness sweety which you are thinking. This money, status and luxury these are just temporary things which can provide you only comfortable not love. But for a marriage love is also important sweety, you need a real life partner who can understand you, support you and stand by you all the time “, mom started emotional blackmail.

“That’s what I am telling you mom, Sirish won’t leave my hand for anything. He really cares for me and I trust him.", I tried my best to convince her my point of view. But seemed like she was hell bent to separate us that seriously I didn’t know why.

“It can’t happen .. it’s wrong .", she warned me all furiously and I didn’t understand why she was not understanding me.

“Why are you saying no without knowing him ?”, I shouted frustratingly.

“Because I am telling you so", she folded her arms across her chest and gave me a look don’t you dare to deny. But will I ? No, I am also her daughter and has same stubborn quality in me.

“Why mom ? Why are you so adamant ..”, I continued pestering her.

“BECAUSE YOU ARE ALREADY TAKEN MIHRA "

My heart stopped beating for a second, hang on, did i hear correct ? No no, my ears must be tricking on me right ?

“You are already a wife of someone.", she said looking at me all seriously.

I was stilled in my place not understanding what she was just said. I was taken ? I was married to someone without my knowledge. 

“Stop kidding me mom, I am standing here right infront you all unmarried. I think you are mistaken “, I led out a humorous laugh in disbelief.

“No Mihra, I am not mistaken. This is the truth you belong to someone “, she stated.

I felt like earth moved underneath my feet. How the hell I married ? When and with whom ? 

“Mom I am serious, my head would explode any moment stop this married thing.", I shouted in pure rage. I can’t be married, never ever.

“I want to tell you this truth on your twenty third birthday which is in two months. Your marriage was declared when you are born." she spoke so calmly like it’s just a simple matter.

“What ?", I asked her baffled totally.

“Yes, your husband name is Abhiman .. Abhiman Malhotra."

My steps halted hearing her and I placed my hand on the chair taking support. No this can’t happen with me. I wasn’t married. I never allow this marriage.

“You will and you have to because it’s your father's last wish too. He is your father’s bestfriend's son. Your granny's last wish to knot you with him. He was five at that time and you were two years old. She made him wear you a wedding chain and taken promise from us as his wife. We hid this matter all this while because she wanted you to know when you turn twenty three untill you will be with us without any information about your husband.“, she said looking at me with a hint of happiness in her eyes.

“This is bullshit mom …. In what century we are living in and you guys are still sticking to that old customs. For God's sake I have every right to call off this bloody marriage. I won’t agree to this never ….”, I declared in frustration. What the hell they were thinking about me. Was I toy or something that they can give away to anyone just like that. I was a little baby at that time, not even know how to spell husband word correctly and they got me married. 

Great Mihra !

“Trust me Mihra .. Abhiman is a perfect life partner for you. It’s just he is not like your metropolitan students, he is so pure like his mother, he is so hardworker like his father and he loves you like anything. Whatever he is today, only because of his talent and hardwork”

“Not like us means? Are you telling me like he is from some poor village “, I laughed bitterly.

“Yes he is from village …”

“What??? Seriously are you lost or what ? You are knotting me with a village man. Ewww I hate illiterate people. "

I would pass out definitely just at the imagination. Me marrying a village man, oh god just kill me already.

“He is also enough rich to take care of you next seven lives.", mom muttered staring me.

“I don’t care if he is rich or not. It’s simple that I don’t want that village guy. Why can’t you understand mom ? Eww I can’t even imagine me standing beside him ", I felt disgust while uttering those words.

“Mihra use words wisely, you are talking about your husband and I can’t hear anything bad about him. You have to work on this marriage Mihra at any cost. ", mom voiced again.

“Over my dead body ", I screamed on her face which earned a hard slap from her on my right cheek.

I held my burning cheek shockingly with hot tears streaming down my eyes. I never imagined she will slap me after all for a stranger. I rushed upstairs immediately to my room cursing that bloody Abhiman who influenced my mom to raise her hand me. I will never forget this day and the reason behind it.

“I hate you Abhiman ..I hate you "

This was the only mantra on my lips while tossing on my bed left and right anxiously. I decided to call Sirish and tell him everything. I immediately called him and he picked it up on fifth ring. What the hell was taken him so long ? He should be pick it on first ring.