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.

let you go inside to the wedding hall to marry my sister. I don't

see my mom who was already giggling as she looking at the bride's younger sister. I sighed at my mom to do something. She tucked her hand into her handbag and picked something

accepted the gift from me as

marriage drama to be done. The priests were saying some mantra as he poured oil

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 her because I'm not born to get rejected. I was born here to reject someone.

the middle of the stage and greeted all of the guests who came there to bless us. She not

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

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, for marrying me? I paused my hand didn't know what to do. Guests around

mom asked, confused and

She saw her daughter smiled at me. "This is the tear of joy when women get married"

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

ANUSHIYA SMITH

him that this was the tear of joy. And also he knew why I was crying even though

That's it.

We were married.