Chapter 3: 01

Chapter One

" Are you insane? "

× ANANYA ×

Do you know the feeling after running away? From a wedding,

which was yours.

No regrets. Just fun.

Giving a chance to a forced wedding isn't sometimes what we need to do in life

But giving a chance to yourself and running away (after enjoying the pre wedding rituals) is exactly what we need to do in life. Sometimes.

I mean, what if I got stuck with a person who is nothing but rude for no reason?

I hate people being rude for no reason!

What if the person is way too much egoistic and thinks the world starts beneath his feet?

These kind of people suck!

What if his family treats me like a slave?

I don't like being controlled. I mean, who does?

What if the person is just like my father?

That thought scares me the most.

Marrying off your (soon to be) 20 year old daughter to a guy who is almost a decade elder than her is not what parents do in this generation? Or do they?

But who cares about generation when you don't care about your daughter? All we care about is money and dominance. Fair enough!

Now I feel like an uncaged bird, who can fly all she wants. No more restrictions, no more cages.

Running away from an area which was surrounded by tons of people was not easy though but most of them were busy. Men were busy in the bar section whereas Women were busy on gossiping and discussing whose saree was more expensive and who wore more jewellery.

Typical orthodox town. Typical orthodox relatives And Typical orthodox parents is what I escaped from today. The marriage was just a side reason.

Walking into a hotel I previously booked, I gave the receptionist the detials he asked for before giving me the keys to my room.

I dragged my suitcase and a big bag kept on it which consisted of all my essential items and some money. This life is going to be so new and hard without much money but atleast it's easier than the one I was living before.

I removed my phone from my pocket, not exactly my phone but my father's phone, the one I owned was nearly useless and the best one was my father's so I had to take it to survive. Along with the phone, I also kept his sim card and a note on my bed saying,

" Government ke hisab se property ka aadha share dena padta sirf phone leke gayi hu, thank you bol dena. "

(According to government, you should to give me half share of your property, I just took your phone so thank me)

I also had to buy a new sim card, just in case my parents try to find me, which I know they won't but no risk at all should be taken.

My chain of thoughts broke when someone bumped with me and my luggage fell down from my hands as I tried to save that someone -who was a boy- from falling directly on ground.

I pulled the person's hand and ours bodies collided while our faces were dangerously close. The boy had a phone stuck to his ear like before but the only difference was that he didn't speak a word now.

This shit felt too dramatic to be real!

My brain did a short scan of his handsome face, noticing his features which were really good.

My Bollywood mind was already playing the background music along with some la-la-laa-laa, and some flower petals flowing from the air as if god was throwing them from heaven and our eyes were not ready to leave each other as if we were meant to be with each other forever.

Oh my my, I fell in love this very moment. It is love at first sight.

Just kidding.

I am a total sucker for rom-coms, don't blame me.

It was just a matter of few seconds when someone's voice broke my trance.

" Sahil, chalna yaar. "

(Sahil, come on buddy)

I took a step backward to maintain some distance while he did the same.

" Sorry" " Thankyou"

We muttered at the same time and he rushed to his way while I picked up my bags and started my search for my room.

Anyhow, I didn't fail to notice his ears slight red due to embarrassment. I chuckled to myself on that thought.

Shy guy!

Oh my my, what was this beside my kinda first Bollywood experience? Or more like first fictional moment? Whatever it was, Me being a hopeless romantic and a reader, I would have shipped characters the moment I saw something like this in books or movies.

But alas, I am living in reality.

Finally when I found my room, I entered and closed the door. I went towards the bed and let my front fall on the bed. This has to be the best part of staying in hotels. The soft beds!

For some moments, I laid there with my eyes closed. Thoughts like what was happening back in my house, or how my father would have reacted crossed my mind.

A sudden wave of sadness and guilt washed over me when I thought about my mother. It would be the hardest for her.

She might be facing the consequences of what I choose to do. She might be getting blamed for everything I did. And she might even get punished for not raising her daughter properly that I ran away. But the worst part is, she would never speak for herself or for anyone. She would accept it all acting like a godess she is.

And this obedience was the reason my father acted more powerful and treated everyone like shit. Except my brother ofcourse. He is the apple of his eyes and the only person my father will ever care about.

You seriously think the earth revolves around the sun? Oh my my, what you have been taught?

It revolves around my brother, Amar.

Though he's pretty nice, like the best boy/man I have ever had in my life. The only one who was sensible and mature unlike someone. But as we know that someone has a habit of throwing his decisions on everyone, my brother was sent to Canada for higher education.

Yep, I know it's always Canada. Even I'm tired of it.  The amount of Indian students sent to Canada for studies must be insane.

A tear fell off from my left eye, no idea why. Must be because I'm tired now. I wiped it off and went to the washroom to freshen up and take a shower.

The first thing I noticed when I saw my reflection was the brownish skin tone. No doubt I am not the fairness queen nor do I have model worthy features. But atleast I am comfortable in my own skin.

Until someone decides to point it out.

Noticing the scars I have on arm, I left a sigh. Nobody gets to see them. Ever. And I don't think anyone will ever notice them ever. They are just too ugly, I guess

Maybe I'm just too insecure, but who isn't?

The fact is acting insecure leads you nowhere. Act like I love yourself so no one can ruin me. But ignore the fact that I am ruining myself slowly.

Shaking off my head, I turned my head where the taps were placed, a few of them looked broken too. I went there to check the working of the taps and none of them worked. I tried my best opening them in any direction possible but they didn't. How am I supposed to take a bath now?

Just then I noticed a spider web at the wall, and one big spider and one cute baby spider there.

" Oh my my "

The feeling of puking didn't just arose but I did vomit after running towards the sink. I just have some allergy with spider, spider webs and everything related to spider. Touching them makes my skin goes red, itchy and a burning sensation, and seeing those makes me vomit. I just don't like them.

I mean no hate to spiders but looks like God doesn't want me to like them.

The types of allergies people have and I got the worse one. Just like my luck.

To calm myself down, I drank some water. What kind of place is this where the taps aren't working and there are spiders and cute baby spiders everywhere? I need to ask someone for help.

I hurried outside, not forgetting the keys, and went to the receptionist. I don't want to live in this room now. When I reached the receptionist I explained him the situation politely.

" Sorry mam, I'll ask any worker to clean up the room. But regarding the taps, I don't think anything is possible at this time." I made a frown at the last statement.

" What if I have to use the washroom? There is no water there. I would love if you can arrange for another room. " I told him.

" But there are no vacant rooms available right now. "

" You should atleast know what is working and what isn't if you're managing a whole hotel. Now give me a solution to this or another room. This is frustrating " I replied with an irritating tone.

" I told you, there is no room available right now " he said.

" So what am I supposed to do now? " I replied and my tone getting louder than the last time.

My head was already hurting badly and this man here was nothing but additional pain to my headache.

" I don't know, Maybe not use the washroom? " He said and I narrowed my eyes.

What the actual fudge?

" Are you insane?! " I said and I guess this time my voice was indeed loud, because we were surrounded by people just in seconds.

He definitely is insane.

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