Hey all!
I actually got up my guts to publish this story! Very much hope u like it.
The story is about an Indian girl from a traditional family and how shes trying to make her own path while trying to balance her own needs and wishes and also tht of her parents.
I am posting the same story on meg cabot forums with same user name. So dont think this is not my original work.
Inictionary (the indian dictionary)
shalwar kameez- is an Indian type of dress that consists of a long top and trousers. Something like this-
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dupatta- is just a long length of cloth that goes with the dress
Making her own way
Chapter 1
This was so not going to work, thought Mysha as she dabbed more foundation on her face. They had probably seen her picture and would know something was wrong the minute they saw her or hold her parents responsible for lying to them. But her parents had not left her an option. They had pushed her to this last resort! She thought hysterically. It had to work.
Mysha looked at herself in the mirror. Her complexion was now a darker tan. Her hair pulled back in a brutally tight bun that pulled her eyebrows, now chunky dark slashes thanks to her heavy hand with black kohl, arched above her forehead. Her dark brown, fearful eyes lined in dark kohl gave her a maniacal and sinister look completed by her disturbingly dark red lips. Her black shalwar kameez was baggy enough to hide her petite, slender shape. Mysha hunched her shoulders and closed her eyes to send up a prayer and prayed that her plan would work.
Like God's gonna help you commit this atrocity? whispered her conscience. Mysha ignored the voice, pushed all doubts out of her mind, straightened and walked out of her room.
Her bent head and face covered with a dupatta she entered the living room. This had to work.
The whole family was present. Her parents, younger brother and them. The family who had come to see her with their son in tow. The son who according to her mom had a Masters in Computer engineering and was a good son. Like I want a mamas boy, sniffed Mysha to herself. They wanted her to marry this boy, because that is what he was to her. A nameless boy who wanted to marry her without learning about her hopes, dreams, and soul. Well it was not going to happen.
Mysha walked towards the love seat that was situated in between the sofas that were occupied by the two families on each side. She felt their eyes piercing through her head covering, trying to see her face beneath.
Her mom laughed and said that her daughter was a shy and delicate creature. Mysha snorted. She mentioned a few more of my accomplishments in the kitchen and with the home decorations. Nowhere in these accomplishments where present my Bachelors with Magna Cum laude degree. Who cared about that? If she was gonna spent her life feeding her precious husband, his family and his babies. Mysha wiped her sweaty hands on her kameez when her mom told her to serve tea. Of course to serve tea she would have to lift her dupatta. She didn't want to risk injuring the boy with hot tea when she stumbled to him with it.
Mysha took a deep breath, turned her back to her parents. She slowly raised her dupatta and gave the boy's parents a maniacal grin. She swore she heard the mom suppress a screech but she kept her eyes on the boy who had gone bug eyed.
Mysha's maniacal grin widened. This was going to work after all.
I know a little short but I am setting up the background. I will post the second chp in the next few days. Please review! Its my bloodline rt nw
