The Unwanted Groom

“Meenu,” Amma replied, her voice laced with pain, “Everything happens according to God’s will. If you bring up this topic again, he will be furious. He is 26 years old now. Who would want to marry a woman without a husband in our society? Whose responsibility is it to find him a good wife?”

Meenu tried to comfort her sister-in-law. “It’s not our responsibility,” she said soothingly, “Let things unfold naturally here. That’s all I ask for. I will make coffee and you can talk to him about it.” Amma nodded and went into Meenu’s room.

Meenu, who was 32 years old, looked a little younger than her actual age. Her white saree accentuated her full breasts, which were visible beneath the blue blouse she wore. Her voluptuous figure was evident even from the side. “Seeing you not coming home has only increased my anger,” Meenu said as she sat on the bed, her eyes lingering on Neelu.

“We didn’t stop you from looking at Sheela,” Meenu continued, her voice sharp. “If your sister understands the truth, what is wrong with just looking? What’s the big deal?”