Anu And Her First Love

ARJUN SMITH

I was standing in front of the wedding hall, in my traditional attire, the shirt was okay and I don't know when it will fall from my waist. It was like wearing a towel around my waist but it was thin and silky. When dad saw my uncomfortable face he said, "Hope your having fun. Wearing veshti is very comfortable, right?" he said looking down at my veshti.

"No! It was uncomfortable. Couldn't I just wear a tux or something even like, sort of men's chudithar?" I said.

"Do you forget that your mom follows the South tradition of India and so is Anushiya?" He said her name with an American accent which was quite funny like I pronouncing the same name. "And don't forget that I was also in that situation before on your mother's wedding, can't forget that I was her groom on that day." He said and let out a throaty laugh.

I gave him a small smile.

This wedding maalai on my neck was hurting and itching. Apart from this torture, they told me to hold dumbbells called wedding bouquets. I tried not to show my angriness to anyone until I got married.

While standing outside an inch away from the main hall, a girl came towards me. I remembered that girl she's the bride's younger sister and holding a plate in her hand. I was thinking why she's holding a plate in her hand, did she forgot to eat her breakfast? I was seriously thinking about what she's going to do. Until she did some O' shape with that plate in front of my face, her hand was moving up and down as she rotates her hand. Once she finished rotating she took the vermilion from that plate and placed it on my forehead with her right hand as I bend my head to make it easy for her to reach for my forehead.

As you guys can see that I'm not that arrogant or head-weighted person. I still respect others. And I still have some humanity left in me from somewhere in my heart.

Once her younger sister finished her job she looked at me with a confused look. I was thinking what did I do wrong? We both were starring at each other, confused for seconds.

go inside to the wedding hall

looking at the bride's younger sister. I sighed at my mom to do something. She tucked her hand

me as she smiled and gestured me

on the groom's chair on the wedding stage waiting to get this marriage drama to be done. The priests were saying some mantra as he poured oil or ghee in the little bonfire, I don't know correctly but that's was he was doing from the time I

the wedding stage, it's getting too late." So she said this was also the tradition here to get married before the evil times begin so the bond between husband and wife will last forever. I don't care about good or evil time to get married. My mom was the one who forced me to get married and I'm not interested at all. And yeah I also know that I was the one who accepted to marry

middle of the stage and greeted all of the guests who came there to bless us. She not even looked at the crowd she was anxious. I thought greeting everyone was her mother's idea. Then the priest told me to

her face and her hand made a fist. There was only two meaning for that either she was angry with me or she was hurt by me. In either way, I don't care. I smirked as I was going to win the

on her neck. The chain was very hard and made of gold. As my hand move towards her neck, I saw her closed eyes and her cheeks were flooding with tears and she was crying,

mom

at her and sighed to see the bride. She saw her daughter smiled at me. "This is the tear of joy when women get married"

hooked the chain. Then we exchanged that wedding maalai. That was it. We were a married

ANUSHIYA SMITH

He stopped his hands halfway to my neck when he saw that but amma told him that this was the tear of joy. And also he knew why I was crying

That's it.

We were married.