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"Aunty! It's been such a long time since I had last seen you," I greeted her back while being glad when she withdrew from her suffocating hug.
"You are still such a pretty lass! It pains my heart when nobody sees that you are beautiful inside and out. I pray for you to get better proposals apart from that pedophile..." aunt trailed off staring in the distance with sadness lurking in her eyes. I felt my eyes find the ground in agreement. It must have been my fate or something in my stars that all the proposals I ever received were always way too low graded for my family standards. Except for Surya Kanth Nath, a man in his late forties, who happened to be well off compared to others, none of the others even had decent jobs to begin with while I was an IIT graduate. Maybe I had managed to barely pass my engineering with average scores but still it was an IIT for crying out loud! The majority of the guys weren't anywhere near as qualified as me, yet there they were, shamelessly asking for my hand in marriage.
That was the only reason why my parents kept the proposal of the only eligible man on hold, wishing their daughter would get better proposals than an old man, nevertheless he had already gained the title of being calledmy unofficial-fiancé. I might have not been the most beautiful girl out there, but I wasn’t very ugly either… My long wavy black hair complemented my spotless fair skin. My lips were big but my eyes were bigger. My long slender nose was envied by many. So were my high cheekbones on my long face. I was taller than the the average Indian women and my physique wasn’t something that I would be worried about. But none of it attracted any other proper suitors for me. It took such a small topic to make the atmosphere gloomy.
"Are we even getting invited inside? Or are you planning to send us back from here? I don't even see the shadow of the taxi from where I am standing," my mom teased, changing the topic and eventually making the mood lighter again, aunt Lasika laughed before ushering us in.
Well, it had been a tiring day and a hilarious start. All I could hope was that it would continue to be the same. Who knew when fate felt like playing with us, right? Like it did with me.
2. DO
"Hey,hey! Look who's here? My Little aunty!" Aunt Lasika's eldest son, Luv, who so happened to be my tormentor for as long as I could remember, grabbed hold of me in a headlock and ruffled my hair. He was seven years older than me and already had a fiancée but still didn't stop annoying the life out of me! And even now, he was teasing me indirectly by referring to myso-called-unofficial-fiance, Surya Kanth Nath...
"Hey! Keep your filthy hands away from me. And NOT MY HAIR! You don't deserve Shanti, at all!" I pushed his hands away and gave him a nasty glare.
"Why?" He just raised his eyebrows.
"Because she's such a sweet girl, and soft-spoken and full of etiquettes. While you," I paused there, especially emphasizing on ′you′ like it's an insult before continuing, not before looking at him from head to toe, "You are the first caveman who unfortunately found a time machine and ended up in this era. So barbaric and one hell of a jerk."
I shook my head dramatically with a heavy sigh.
Luv just looked at me, amused before he burst out laughing. And of course, ruffling my hair some more.
"Hey! Which part of 'not my hair' did you not understand?" I pushed his hands away for the second time.
"Kiddo, if you think I am a caveman, barbaric and a jerk, wait till fate hits you with the real barbaric, caveman and a jerk in your life," Luv mused before slightly ruffling my hair again, just to get on my nerves. Then he walked away from me and towards his next victim, whistling, with an aim to torture Ritika.
"Gosh! Will you stop whistling over there? It's so damn irritating!" There you go Luv, mission accomplished! Now those two would bicker over nothing for hours together!
"Rynah!" I was pulled into a hug even before I could turn. At least, I was grateful that it wasn't the second brother Kush, who happened to be as bad as Luv. Actually, even worse than Luv...
"Anjali!" I greeted the fourth and the last child of aunt Lasika, who was around my age. It must have been the similarity in ages that Anjali and I were usually attached at hip whenever and wherever we find each other.
"I thought that you were never going to meet me before you got married!" I groaned at her words.
"Not you too, Anju!"
Not a few feet away, we could hear Luv snickering making me give him an annoyed look.
"Chuck him! Come, I'll show you your bedroom!" Anjali grabbed my hand before dragging me all the way to the second floor.
"Any news about Tapasya?" I inquired about half way jogging after her.
"Nah, it looks like their honeymoon period isn't over yet. She hardly replies to any messages." Anjali shrugged nonchalantly.
The third child of aunt Lasika was another daughter named Tapasya, who recently got married to a guy working in Google. Her husband, Rajiv Agarwal was a real catch according to everyone, though he was quite average looking when compared to Tapasya. It wasn’t really easy for the eyes according to me but whom am I to judge if they are happy?
Everyone was happy with how she ended up marrying him. She often got told to have the best fate in the entire family in the aspects of marriage, by who ever heard about her spouse!
A small part of me slightly envied her, I mean, who wouldn’t when she’s having the time of her life while I am not even getting a decent proposal. Nonetheless, I was genuinely very happy for her, after all, she was my cousin. Smiling slightly at the memories of her extravagant wedding, I looked at Anjali who was standing before a closed blue door and shifted her weight on her feet impatiently.
"You know, I am tempted to tie you up on a cheetah?" Anjali commented, making me stick my tongue out at her. Laughing at her rolling her eyes, I turned the knob before walking into the room.
"Real mature, Rynah. Real mature," I just grinned widely at her words as I flopped down on the bed. I had no doubt that she would have shaken her head, though I couldn't see.
The room was pretty, with a queen-sized bed, a white love couch kept against the glass wall, wardrobes, and an en-suite bathroom. The room was entirely white, except for the wall opposite the bed, which was gray. The doors were Navy blue and the wall to the right of the bed was entirely made up of glass.
How lovely! I had a room with a window wall!
