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I stared at my mother with astonished eyes. She was standing there holding a saree and said, "Go freshen up and wear this saree."
You might think—what's so surprising about wearing a saree? But the truth is, my mother not only never lets me wear a saree, she doesn't even let me go near one.
And now she's telling me to wear one. Isn't that shocking? Of course, it is!
This is the first time my mom is asking me to wear a saree. So, thrilled with happiness, I went up to her and said,
"Ma, tell me, whose wedding are we going to? Or what event is it? I deserve to know the name of the lucky occasion where you are finally allowing me to wear a saree!"
Before my mother could say anything, my cousin Fifa blurted out,
"Sis, a groom's family is coming to see you today."
I turned to my mother and asked, "Have you all gone mad? What are you saying?
I want to build my career first! You told me yourself—I'll get to choose my own path. So, what's happening now?"
Before my mother could respond, I walked out of the room and headed straight to the kitchen.
Once there, I said to my aunt (we call her mamoni),
"Mamoni, did you hear what Ma just said? Please talk to her for me."
Mamoni gently took me back to my room. Just then, my mom said, "Talk to her."
Mamoni replied, "Alright, bhabi, you go."
As soon as mom left, Mamoni said,
"Look, just because someone is coming to see you doesn't mean you'll have to get married.
And who told you that you can't build a career after marriage? Look at me—I became a doctor after marrying your chachu.
And listen, no one is going to force you to do anything. Just meet the guy. What happens next, we'll see later."
"Now stand up straight. Let me help you wear the saree properly."
Oh! Let me introduce myself to you. I'm Maiza Rahman. Currently in my second year of college.
I'm the eldest daughter of my parents. I have one younger sister. Just the two of us.
We live in a joint family. My father has one brother—my chachu. Then there's my chachu's wife, mamoni, and my aunt (phupi).
I have a cousin brother and a cousin sister—Fifa.
While introducing myself, I finished wearing the saree. Now, just a little makeup and I'll be ready.
As soon as I finished getting ready, Mamoni said,
"Wow! My girl looks so beautiful! The groom won't be able to take his eyes off you."
"Mamoni, please don't say things like that. I don't like it at all."
"Alright, alright. I'll be right back."
I looked at myself in the mirror. I had always dreamed of wearing a saree, taking tons of pictures in it.
And now I was wearing it in a situation like this. I didn't even feel like taking a photo.
A little while later, my cousin Fifa came and said,
"Sis, they've arrived."
I peeked out from my room into the living room. It was so beautifully decorated.
Everyone had been cleaning the house the whole day, just because they were coming.
That means everyone knew—except me.
My heart sank a little.
Soon after, Mamoni came and took me to the living room.
I greeted everyone and turned to look at the groom's side—and got the shock of my life.
Because the groom was none other than…
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I stared at my mother with astonished eyes. She was standing there holding a saree and said, "Go freshen up and wear this saree."
You might think—what's so surprising about wearing a saree? But the truth is, my mother not only never lets me wear a saree, she doesn't even let me go near one.
And now she's telling me to wear one. Isn't that shocking? Of course, it is!
This is the first time my mom is asking me to wear a saree. So, thrilled with happiness, I went up to her and said,
"Ma, tell me, whose wedding are we going to? Or what event is it? I deserve to know the name of the lucky occasion where you are finally allowing me to wear a saree!"
Before my mother could say anything, my cousin Fifa blurted out,
"Sis, a groom's family is coming to see you today."
I turned to my mother and asked, "Have you all gone mad? What are you saying?
I want to build my career first! You told me yourself—I'll get to choose my own path. So, what's happening now?"
Before my mother could respond, I walked out of the room and headed straight to the kitchen.
Once there, I said to my aunt (we call her mamoni),
"Mamoni, did you hear what Ma just said? Please talk to her for me."
Mamoni gently took me back to my room. Just then, my mom said, "Talk to her."
Mamoni replied, "Alright, bhabi, you go."
As soon as mom left, Mamoni said,
"Look, just because someone is coming to see you doesn't mean you'll have to get married.
And who told you that you can't build a career after marriage? Look at me—I became a doctor after marrying your chachu.
And listen, no one is going to force you to do anything. Just meet the guy. What happens next, we'll see later."
"Now stand up straight. Let me help you wear the saree properly."
Oh! Let me introduce myself to you. I'm Maiza Rahman. Currently in my second year of college.
I'm the eldest daughter of my parents. I have one younger sister. Just the two of us.
We live in a joint family. My father has one brother—my chachu. Then there's my chachu's wife, mamoni, and my aunt (phupi).
I have a cousin brother and a cousin sister—Fifa.
While introducing myself, I finished wearing the saree. Now, just a little makeup and I'll be ready.
As soon as I finished getting ready, Mamoni said,
"Wow! My girl looks so beautiful! The groom won't be able to take his eyes off you."
"Mamoni, please don't say things like that. I don't like it at all."
"Alright, alright. I'll be right back."
I looked at myself in the mirror. I had always dreamed of wearing a saree, taking tons of pictures in it.
And now I was wearing it in a situation like this. I didn't even feel like taking a photo.
A little while later, my cousin Fifa came and said,
"Sis, they've arrived."
I peeked out from my room into the living room. It was so beautifully decorated.
Everyone had been cleaning the house the whole day, just because they were coming.
That means everyone knew—except me.
My heart sank a little.
Soon after, Mamoni came and took me to the living room.
I greeted everyone and turned to look at the groom's side—and got the shock of my life.
Because the groom was none other than…
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