My first try at Nano Wrimo |
Fariha sat listlessly at her study table, unable to concentrate in the Chemistry lesson open in front of her. The ceiling fan above her head created an irritating sound. Still, she had to keep it turned on, for proper ventilation. The fan had caused her cream coffee to turn cold, she had completely forgotten about her favorite beverage. She twisted and turned the little token of love on her finger continuously, her mind drifting off to the man of her dreams from time to time. She still wondered how everything happened so suddenly, it all seemed like a Bollywood movie. Only the romantic song was yet to be aired. “Hello dear, what are you thinking? Are you all right?” Monir had sneaked in to check on his princess. Fariha hid her hand in her trousers’ pocket. She did not want her father to discover her little secret so soon. What if they went against her decision? She was barely eighteen. What if they had other plans for her? “Fariha, are you all right?” Monir repeated. His daughter seemed to be lost in thoughts. “Oh, Abbu , it’s you…” Fariha turned to face her father. “I was just getting bored, that’s all.” Something seemed a little weird about her voice. “I’m all ears if you want to talk, kiddo.” Monir squeezed her cheeks. “Time for office now, see you in the evening.” “Bye Abbu, have a safe journey.” Fariha heaved a sigh of relief as he strolled out through the door. In Bangladesh, parents still preferred arranged marriages over love marriages. Even at times, either the bride or the groom had to completely disconnect from his or her family, as a punishment of disobedience. Fariha would hate it if her parents did not accept them. She wondered how Shanto’s father would react if he heard. Yes of course, they knew each other from a very early age, still, there were a lot of points to ponder on. Check out
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