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Arrogance and Assumptions

My mother always told me "Chandani, if you play your cards right you'll find a great husband someday." My grandmother would always add in "a nice Indian boy!" If either woman could have their way, I suspect he would be a tall, tan, green eyed, wavy haired, Indian. Who loves nothing more then the smile on his mothers face, and approval from his father. They could see him clearly, striding in the room in all his greatness, and at that moment our eyes would meet. He would see no one else, Que the spotlight on me in a deep red sari, hair long and flowing. He would right then and there bend on one knee and whisper those sweet words "Muhjse Shadi Karoge?"(will you marry me?). Taken by surprise I would place one hand on my heart and utter a soft yet determined "yes." Sounds like the ultimate Bollywood love fest huh? Well as I sit here at my desk, I can tell you that at twenty four years old I am still waiting for my Salman Khan to break through the doors. ***************************************************** Chandani is a young woman on her path of self discovery. Doing so is not easy with her strong Indian roots, her families expectations, her own dreams and her headstrong mother all pulling her in different directions. She thinks she knows what she wants and who she is, until she meets Akhil Dharma. From their first meeting he is arrogant, and brutally honest, so much so that Chandani decides then and there he is not worth her time. Leading her to assume the worst of him, it doesn't help that the people around her add fuel to the fire. They must both learn to get over themselves and come to understand that sometimes our own arrogance moves us to assume the worst in people. In the end we must let go of our arrogance and trample any assumptions in order to freely fall in love.

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One Month Later:

“You done packing?” Akhil asks over the phone, “Just about, I can't decide what to wear tomorrow though.” I sigh heavily. “It's not that big of a deal.” he brushes it off, even though he knows it is. “This is the first time I'm meeting your parents. This is a huge deal, you know how our parents are, I will immediately be picked at.” I grumble resting my head on my pillow.

“Well all that matters is that I like you. Don't sweat the little people.” he laughs lowering his voice. “Whatever. I want them to like me too.” he clears his throat, “They will.” I stop for a second, “Your nervous too!” He pauses then “What? I am not.” I roll my eyes “Yes you are! You clear your throat whenever you're nervous. It's so annoying but right now very useful.” I say proud of myself for deciphering something about his character.

“Chandani, I haven't brought a girl home since, college. So yes I'm nervous. But more so for the fact that I'm you to meet my parents not that its you meeting them. I know they'll love you.” I stop, wanting to continue this conversation, hoping that it will lead where I feel it will, but too scared to speak up.

I finally break the silence, “Why is that?” he takes a moment, clears his throat, then tells me “Because, I....I think your an amazing person. There's no one that makes me feel the way you do. I...I love you Chandani. I love you. Fully and completely. I know we've known each other for a short time. But I know that this is right. I know I love you.”

I can't say anything, I close my eyes completely captivated by him. Thinking of how he makes me feel. Like I am the only person worth getting to know. How he'll ask me how the simplest things make me feel, how he genuinely wants to know. The way he smiles at me when I argue with him over things that don't matter.

The way I can be myself without second guessing what I have said, or how loud I was. I think of those deep green eyes and the way they hug me. I envision us well into life, remaining the same people. Arguing over nothing, and laughing over everything.

I love the way he is. I love the way his voice sounds, and how he can put my feelings into words like no one else. I never imagined I would find someone like him, and now I can imagine no one else him. I take in a deep breath, open my eyes and tell him, in my most confident voice ever. “I love you too Akhil. I love you too.”

To be continued

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