Manvi's Pov:

So that demon stole her from me again. I can’t believe she does everything for him like even abandoning her sister. She chooses him over her own flesh and blood relationship. I didn’t like him the moment I knew she was marrying him.

Come on arranged marriage. She hated that concept more than me and she ended up in one. She was in love with another person. ‘Andy’ her ex. Cool guy and all. He was a classic bad-boy example. They were like a classic bad boy good girl trope couple.

One moment I left moment this place and another moment they called me that I should take a leave for Mansi’s wedding. I was expecting it was Andy, even though I hated him. But to my surprise, it was the Mr. Perfect doctor groom my parents set up for her.

When I tried to contact her, she never told me anything because she said I would never understand. Because I was a newbie in my company at that point they only had one week of leave which made me barely attend my own sister's wedding.

There was no time to talk to her alone that whole week because she was the bride. If I think of it she was avoiding me the whole time. I thought I would elope her at the wedding and save her life. But she didn’t agree.

I don’t understand the whole thing at all. She was happy with Andy at one moment and then married the doctor at another. I am sure that this whole malicious play had Mom and Dad in key roles.

Even though Dad is good with me, I deep down know that he always wants Mansi to be a grownup all the time. Even from childhood, she should do everything for herself and help me.

Mom on the other hand always was good with her and endlessly complained about me. She hates me. She once told me she regrets having me. So let's not go there at all.

My mission is to find out what happened 2 years ago when the wedding happened. By far my suspicions are on my parents' forcibly marrying my sister to that demonic creature who keeps her in control all the time.

Like she adjusts her whole schedule around his schedule and whatnot. While he didn’t even care to attend my father’s retirement party. Even though I hated him from the start my hatred increased throughout those nasty comments he used to make on her Instagram posts.

“mine” was the comment he recently posted on her saree picture. Seriously he is claiming her in front of everyone. Possessive, neurotic man. We may have had a couple of banters on video calls and the comment section of her posts which were later deleted because I embarrassed her not him, only me. Seriously I think he is controlling her whole being.

I blame this totally on my company for not granting me leave at the right moment which I am about to leave. I fought with my boss and never looked back. They probably fired me and made sure that I didn’t work at any place.

Anyone does know about this and I don’t know how to break this shocking news to them. I don’t know about dad but mom will taunt me for sure. She always bet against my decisions, and now she finally wins.

Now these all are my early morning thoughts. As I didn’t sleep enough yesterday I hit the sack earlier than I thought. As I noticed a space beside me on the bed I remembered her.

 Her husband and she were not so appropriate yesterday on the bed and I didn’t even change the bed sheet because I was lazy. And from what I have seen they may have had sex yesterday.

I opened my phone and her reply.

So, how was last night, whore?

She just ghosted me. I get out of my bed and freshen up.

“good morning people,” I say as I sit beside Dad. “good afternoon”

“Manvi come here” Mom screams from their bedroom. “why?”

“Just come here once.”

When I entered the bedroom there were sarees on the bed.

“Choose one to wear now”

“What for?”

“a boy is coming to see you”

What the hell? “And you are saying this right now?”

“Even we didn’t know. they informed us in the morning that they will be here by evening.”

I ran to Dad “I don’t want to see any idiot”

“You have no choice. we already agreed on this” Mom comes with a bunch of sarees and checks if anything looks good on me.

“When have I agreed on this stupid thing?”

“You said she agreed?” Mom looks at Dad. So, he is the main culprit here.

“She did,” Dad says confidently.

“Ok, I am choosing this saree. You convince her until I sort out jewellery for this” she leaves.

“What the hell Dad? When did I agree?”

“You said you didn’t have anyone in your life”

“So...”

“Come on it's not like you need to marry him tomorrow. Just talk to him.”

“I hate you, dad”

The next whole other hour went in me getting ready. “don’t do any heavy make do it simply.”

“Why?”

“They will want a simple girl, not a bar dancer”

“Mom, you shouldn’t judge a girl by her makeup and dress”

“But, they will so do as I say”

They just want a toy, not a woman. I hate arranged marriages.

After an hour they arrived. That guy was looking old. They said he was in his 30’s but he looks more than that. And his mother goes on and on about him being the most desirable man in the world.

Aunty thinks all people here are fools. This guy has no chance of getting a girl so his last resort was an arranged marriage. And that guy by my research in social media is having all the bad habits a person can have. I am not judging him but his mom.

This kind of guy just wants a caretaker abroad, as they can’t afford it there, they come to India and marry an innocent girl. And his mother just wants a puppet.

“I think we should let the kids talk and get to know each other” that annoying woman suggests to my parents.

I message Alok in the meantime.

Trouble

Come to my house terrace asap.

As I climb the stairs this guy starts talking shit. “I mean I am still young for marriage but you know how Indian parents”. You wish you were young looks like he was born before Earth.

“So, I have a pretty modern thought process but my parents don’t that’s the reason I am having this arranged marriage” like any girl would want you.

“I don’t mind if you are not a virgin too” I stopped climbing for a second. What the hell does think of himself?

“I mean I am just being straightforward forward” leaving a sigh.

At the top of the stairs, I find Alok. Thank god.

I run up the stairs and jump into his arms. He stumbles for a second but finds his balance. I have kissed him multiple times, I mean he was the one who taught me to kiss in multiple ways.

“what are you ..” I didn’t let him finish the sentence and crashed my lips onto him. He was in utter shock because he froze in the position for a second. Then he gave it in.

His hands were roaming around my bare waist which was exposed by my saree. He then squeezed my waist which made me gasp at that moment he entered his tongue into my mouth. He ate me like he was starving.

Oh, that guy is behind. I break the kiss and look at him. He looks upset. He then leans forward to continue the kiss, when I say “Is he looking at us?”

“huh..”

“the guy behind me. Is he looking at us?”

“yeah, who is he?” Alok looks confused.

( Jab we met reference)

Then that guy from behind screams “I am okay with open marriage too.” I hit my head on Alok’s shoulders. He is so desperate that I am going to kill him.