Make him yours

Upon awakening in the morning, Chanda experienced extreme weakness. Her hair looked unkempt, but she could not resist thinking about the graduation.

Chanda was ecstatic to have finished the course. Her long-held dream of becoming a doctor had motivated her to study for a very long time, and now her ambition had been realized.

Chanda calmly took the blanket off of her and leaped from the bed.

"Whoa! It is dawning."

Chanda approached the mirror gingerly and gave it a cautious smile. Observing her hair disheveled was a let down.

"This is the first time this has happened; I forgot to put on the bonnet,"

Chanda complained, but there was nothing she could do. Abruptly, Sharon, the mother, entered the room.

"Hey, sweetheart, how was your night?"

Chanda ignored the mother's words as she worked to style her disheveled hair.

Looking intently at the daughter from her toes to her tiny hair, Sharon noticed a disaster in her hair.

"What makes your hair appear disheveled?"

Sharon asked her daughter, Chanda.

"Mum, I was so tired when we got home from the graduation ceremony yesterday. That explains why my hair appears this way.

firmly, Chanda remarked.

With little regard for the consequences, Sharon took the daughter by the right hand and forced her to sit on the bed's edge, leaving her standing.

What is the reason behind my visit to your room this morning, Chanda?

"No, mother, I do not know."

Chanda spoke joyfully.

Twisting, Sharon began to press her hand against Chanda's belly to feel if anything was wrong.

"Chanda, you are not pregnant as of yet?

" Mum, can I be pregnant on my own without a man for sure!"

Chanda expressed her self-disappointment.

With a sorrowful expression, Sharon looked at the daughter, knowing that Chanda was unwilling to get married.

"You are such a model child!"

Chanda broke down in tears, finding it difficult to accept that the majority of her friends were now married.

"You have treated me unfairly today, mum. Huh."

Sharon did not give a damn; her only desire was for their daughter to wed as soon as possible.

Irrespective of how you conceal your tears from me? All I want is for you to get married as soon as possible; I will not feel sorry for you. Your years are blowing up."

Sitting on the bed, Chanda grasped the mother's hands and started apologising profusely.

"Mum, I will take appropriate action." I am aware that I am getting old.

"All right, you have six months to find a boyfriend."

Sharon stated, giving the daughter instructions.

Chanda smiled at the mother, sensing that Rhymn was wishing she had gotten married sooner.

"Do not worry, mom; even I dream of holding my own child in my own hands sometimes."

"Actually? You have made me laugh today."

Sharon stated while glancing at her stomach.

When Chanda had the notion to invite someone to supper, she approached the mother.

"Mum, please let me invite Larry to our house tomorrow! Would you please?"

Sharon tilted up and down, agreeing to everything said, and smiled when her daughter asked to bring Larry for dinner.

"You should bring him tomorrow, but first you have to claim Larry as your own."

All Chanda could do was nod in agreement to everything her mother said.

"I will do that, count me in, mom, it is okay!"

"You seem very talkative, where did you get these genes from?"

Sharon questioned Chanda, the daughter.

"Ummm..mum, please stop making fun of me. If you don't, I will start laughing. Oh."

Chanda answered the mother back.

They chuckled, as if a greater dream had come true.