For Samayra, being a successful veterinary doctor was enough. For her parents, It wasn't.
They say, For those, who fail to find love, there's always arranged marriage.
Yeah, it's the truth but.. How do you fall in love when it's a compulsion and no...
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Have you ever felt so shitty with your own self that you think you're idiot brother and best friend might be able to help you even if they are the shittiest people on earth...
And ended up getting drunk instead..
Like 3 people done with almost 4 and a half bottles of scotch kind of drunk.
Same and that's how I got here.
I hurt her.
I was so raging with fury that I threw every emotion out of the window and hurt her.
Everything my mom did to raise me and make me the gentleman that I thought I was, went out the window.
Everything she taught me till day so that I become a man who respects woman is blown away when I got violent with my wife.
I wash my face to cool off a little after Samayra left for her parent's house right after breakfast. Dad's words were still ringing in my ears.
He asked if I could get 'it' up or not. How I should wear drawers and not tight boxer briefs or If I needed Viagra.
I don't need anything. I don't have ED.
And even If I did, I'm not talking to my father about what happens inside the bedroom.
I had to take all this embarrassment just because my wife doesn't know what not to say at what time and what place.
That's too immature..
Of course I was angry at her.
"Ambardeep.." Mom called out and knocked on my washroom door, around 20 mins after Samayra had left for her parent's house.
She didn't call me by my nickname.. She said my full name that was given to me by the family but didn't reach the official papers.
It's a warning..
I wiped my face with my towel and looked around. I was fucking surrounded by almost fifty women's products.
I took a deep breathe.
I'll have to bear her, there's nothing I can do to change this.
I walk to the door and open it. Mom was pacing back and forth in the space between the bed and the couch that lead to the balcony door.
"Mom.." I say and walk out.
"Is this what I taught you? Hurt woman? Hit them?"
"I didn't hit her.." I whisper in a low voice, my head hanged low.
"I hope not.." She shouts back.
"Mom.. You don't trust me?" I say because her words cut me deep. She's always been so proud of me.
