I sat in my room, furious about what he asked me. Did he save me for this? Ugh, people are shit. All they want to do is do business. They help you get something back, but the thing was, Why does he want to marry me, like seriously? Then an idea came to my mind. I can say yes, leave, and then never come back. Lol, he is such a fool. I started to giggle thinking about it.
I went to the office and knocked on the door. I heard him say, Come in, and I went inside. His eyes were glued to the laptop, and his brows were furrowed. Without saying anything, I stood there. He then looked at me with a smirk on his face. I wanted to wipe that fucking smirk off his face.
"Asshole," I said in my head.
"Yes?" he asked, and I rolled my eyes.
"I will marry you," I muttered.
"What? I can't hear you," he said in a teasing tone, and I glared at him.
"I said. I am ready to make a deal." I glared at him.
He stood and came close. He kept his one hand on the desk and was about to speak, but I rolled my eyes and turned to leave.
"Where are you going?"
"I guess you heard what I said, so I am leaving," I turn to look at him.
"We are not finished yet." He said.
"What do you mean?" I asked, not getting him.
"You have to sign the marriage papers; my lawyer is on the way."
What the fuck? Lawyer? He has it all planned. Damnit.
He smirked, and I stood there, unable to say anything.
"You think I am a fool?" He whispered in my ear, coming closer.
He was pissing me off.
"Why the hell do you want to marry me?" I gritted my teeth.
He touched my cheeks, and something flashed in his eyes.
"No," I said, stepping back, keeping space between us.
He was about to speak, but I cut him off.
"I will not marry you."
He stared at me for a while.
"They have found your body and are ready to do the last rites," he said, looking down between our legs.
I was shocked. My body?
"If you don't get there today, They will burn your body, thinking it's you." He shrugged.
"Why? Why are you doing this?" I narrowed my eyes angrily. My hands were balled into fists. I swear I wanted to punch the shit out of him.
He stood silent. I somehow calmed myself.
"They will find it's not mine," I said, shrugging, clearly showing him it didn't bother me, but inside I was afraid.
He shook his head.
"Body is not in good condition, so it's up to you," he slipped his hand into his pocket.
I have to go there before they believe it's my body. What am I going to do now?
After some time, the lawyer came with the papers. I thought about it for some time. If I don't sign the papers, he won't let me go. If I sign the papers and leave, I may be able to hide or run away from him.
"Just answer my one question."
He looked at me and then nodded at the lawyer. The lawyer left.
"Ask,"
"Why do you want to marry me?"
He ran his hand through his hair.
"I just want to." he shrugged.
"Why?"
"Just think of it as a part of the deal."
He was not giving me any answers, and I was running out of time.
"Ok," I said, slowly taking the pen. My hand started to tremble while I signed the papers. I had never thought I would get married. At least not in this way. Without looking at him, I left.
I wanted to go alone, but Rima came with me because he said if she went with me, it would be better. The whole ride, my mind was on riot, and I realized I didn't even know his name. I married a person I knew nothing about, not even his name. Wow, what the fuck?
"Why did he make a deal with me?" I asked Rima. My body was burning with anger, but kudos to me, I was controlling it well.
She looked at me and then back at the road.
"I....i can't tell you," she replied after a long pause.
I was frustrated and angry about not getting any answers.
"I am sorry," she apologized, but I ignored her.
We were standing outside my house. A war was going on inside me over whether I should go inside or not. After some time, I went inside, and Rima followed me. I saw my parents there. My little sister, Prarthi, came running towards me from her room and hugged me. I could see anger flashing in my parent's eyes. Maybe I was hoping they would hug me, but they didn't. I got scared when Prarthi told me that Rima told them everything. She started to tell me that I should be more careful while looking down at the river. I realized she had skipped my suicide part. I silently thanked her for that.
Rima sat with my parents for a while. Seeing them smile and request Rima to eat snacks, I could say they liked her or say they liked her because she was rich. Rima was a sweet girl, but I don't know what this brother-sister duo wanted from me.
"Bye, Gurans, take care, and I am sorry," she said before leaving, but I didn't say anything.
I wanted to ask how she knew my name, and suddenly I remembered I hadn't even told them where I lived. How did they know? How? They know everything about me, but how? Who are they? I can't even run away now. If I tried to leave the house or run away, he would surely find me, which made me angry.
I sat on the balcony, thinking about how my life had changed in a year. We were happy in the USA. At least I was, but my father wanted to return to our homeland, Nepal, and he was afraid we would forget everything. The business was holding him there, but as soon as we were at a loss, he brought us back. I like it here, but only for holidays. I don't know much Nepali, but yeah, I love the Nepali curse word. After coming here, everything was frustrating. No job, and so much pressure from my parents. They hated me even more for not having a job. There, I could do any job, but not here. I had to think twice before stepping outside. Everything was weird for me.
Now, I was married. Yeah, even though I didn't want to, I was. I never thought I would get into this mess. I had always despised relationships, so I never dated. I don't hate love, but I never wanted love. It wasn't my thing. I mean, who doesn't want to be loved? but I was afraid if I was in a relationship, I would be the only one to make an effort to make it work, or the person I loved would despise me like my parents. People today only want to be in a relationship to sleep and count how many people they have had sex with. Now, my life has gotten messier. I got married to a person I knew nothing about.
"Maybe you could find happiness in him." My inner girl told me No, I am not a girl who searches for happiness in other people and..... Ugh, I don't want to think about that, Boka. Yes, he is probably a Boka.
I wanted to go in front of him and spit every curse word in his face. I was afraid he would come here soon and tell my parents that we were married. My parents will kill me. Why did he make a deal with me? This question didn't leave my mind. I mean, I have nothing to give him. He is already so rich.
There were so many questions I wanted to ask him but I knew he wouldn't answer, and now I was trapped. I didn't even know what he wanted from me or what he was planning to do next.
2 months later My life was not any less fucked up. As always, luck was nowhere to be found. I know everyone says those who work hard don't need luck, but that's bullshit. What are you going to say when you are left behind just because of one shit or when, while giving an exam, you fail a subject by one mark? It sucks. Luck rules everything. I thought I would get a job at a prestigious school as a teacher, but out of 10, nine got selected, and I got left out. Wow, my life. I salute my life for that. It always found a way to show me how pathetic I was. My parents started to talk about my marriage, but I couldn't bring myself to tell them I didn't want to, because I knew even if I said I didn't want to, it wouldn't matter. They would force me anyway, and if the devil knew I was getting married, he would definitely come for me, but the weird thing is, it's been 2 months, and he's nowhere to be seen. Maybe he forgot about our marriage. It's better if he forgets. I can live in peace. "Yea
The next day, we got engaged in a private ceremony. My parents wanted to make it big because they wanted everyone to know they had a billionaire son-in-law, but thankfully, the devil wanted it to be private. They couldn't say no to him. My parents were quite annoyed at his decision because they couldn't show off everything. My mother whined the whole time during the engagement. When I was coming out of my room for the ceremony, I heard her say "We could book a venue in a second and arrange the engagement ceremony," She said with disappointment in her voice. "But no, he wants it to be private. Billionaire with no brain. If you have money, you have to show it off." For me, it was a relief. I didn't like people's ugly stares and talks. Their suggestions about what I should do and what I shouldn't. I also got to know that his name was Amol. Whatever his name was, he was always going to remain the devil for me. My dad wasn't happy either. He wanted to have a grand wedding for me, so he w
I shrugged and started to walk out, but he put out his arm and blocked my way. "Where the hell do you think you are going?" He almost whispered. He was looking straight. I could feel a slight anger in his voice. I rolled my eyes. He slowly focused his eyes on me, waiting for me to talk. "Guest room," I answered. "I guess we don't need to pretend to be married when there are only two of us in this house, right?" He clenched his jaw, dropped his arm, and came closer to me. "You are staying in the same room as me," he said in a low voice, placing his mouth near my ear. "You don't owe me. It was just a deal. Deal to get married, not to be your wife," I almost shouted at him, taking two steps back. "Whatever, you are not leaving," he said, looking behind me. I knew he was angry, but I didn't care. "Oh, so you are going to stop me? How will you do that?" I asked, daring him to stop me. He came closer, narrowing his eyes. He slid his arm around my waist, and pulled me close to him, t
That night I couldn't sleep well. I was angry with everything that was going on. Nothing was in my control. I wanted to be out of here but now I was married and leaving marriage wasn't so easy. You could be stuck in it for life. Life? Can you believe it? I have to spend the rest of my life with this devil. Shit. How did I end up here? The next day, I stayed in the room, watching movies to get my mind off everything. I was trying to not think about him but he was all that was in my head. "I hate him. I hate him," I told myself time and again. "I am never going to accept him or this marriage," I almost screamed. Thanks to Tina lunch and snacks were brought for me into the room. For dinner, I told Tina I would come to the kitchen and serve myself. She didn't have to wait for me as I wasn't hungry. She at first insisted on bringing dinner for me but I refused. I didn't want to see that bloody devil's face. He ruined everything. That bastard. It was already evening and I don't know
I was in the garden when I got a call from my sister. She told me they were expecting us tomorrow for Dar. Hell, I didn't even know Teej was already here which was the day after tomorrow. I have no new Sari. They would expect me to wear a Sari. I don't want to and I only have the two saris I wore on our wedding day. My parents will find a way to taunt me again. (Teej is a festival where Nepali women celebrate by keeping fast for the long age of their husband or young girls keep fast to get a nice husband. Some even keep fast without drinking water.) I went inside and Rima was there with the devil, talking. My blood started to boil looking at him. Every time I saw him I wanted to start a fight. He gets on my nerves just for existing. I was about to go towards my room when Rima called me. "Hey," she waved. I stopped and turned to look at her. Devil's eyes were also on me. Our eyes met but I focused my attention on Rima. She walked towards me and then what shocked me was she pulled me
The next morning, I was all alone in bed. I don't know why but I didn't like it. Today, we were going to my parent's house so I got dressed. Dar was at night but prarthi told me to come early. I stood at the window admiring the day and waiting for him but as I looked down he was on the bench reading newspaper. Was he not going with me? Maybe he doesn't want to go? Why would he? He doesn't owe me anything but they want to see him more than me. That's why they called us early. My legs took me to the garden. I stood staring at his back, thinking if I should go near him or not. He kept the newspaper and looked straight. What if he says he doesn't want to go? What am I gonna say to my sister? My parents will taunt me the whole day for not being able to bring him. No, I will beg him to go with me. If he doesn't go with me then they will eat my brain and make it impossible for me to live. I slowly went and sat on the bench. Five minutes went by and neither he said a word nor did I. Tina bro
I went straight to take a shower to cool my mind. I sat in the shower feeling bad about everything. My energy was totally drained. I shouldn't have gone there but if I had not, they would have come here or called the devil to visit them. Anyhow they would have made me go there. The water running out of the shower washed all the bad energy out of my body. My tears didn't stop and I wept my heart out. This never-ending pain was too much to bear. If it had come from a guy I would have left him, If it had come from a friend I would have ignored her or cut her out of my life but this was coming from my parents. What could I do instead of accepting it and letting it destroy me? You can't choose your family. You can only learn to live with it, live with them. Nearly an hour later I came out and got ready to sleep but there was no sign of him. I looked around and went to his office. He was not there. I came back and sat on the bed. "Where was he?" I got up and looked outside from the windo
The Shiva temple was half an hour far from where we lived. It was near the jungle and the devotees' crowd was huge and the line? oh, don't even ask about the line in the temple. It felt like the whole city's women were there and even males. We came back like maybe five hours after worshipping Shivaji. I was worn out. My legs were hurt and my feet were aching. We came inside and found out Rima had already left. I went straight to the room and got freshened up. I didn't like what I saw in the mirror. The girl in front of me was unrecognizable and remembered that I haven't thanked him. He entered the room and I could see he was exhausted too. He gave me a tired smile. "Thanks," I looked anywhere but him. I felt his eyes on me. He must be thinking why I was thanking him. "For this," I showed him the sari which I had taken off and placed on the couch. "And this too," I looked at the sari I was wearing. I was wearing another sari that I found in the closet. It was the same color, red tha