No Choice: You Were Always Mine

Over the next several weeks, I met multiple guys and all of them were horrible. I'm not sure if my parents want me to get married with the choices that they gave me.

Candidate 1

This person was short, even though I'm short doesn't mean I want a guy who is probably shorter than me. He was also boring, the only thing he talks about is his job and how good he was. "Samaiya do you know how difficult my job is?"

"Yes, I do understand, I have a pretty tiring job myself." I replied, sadly this made his misogynist side emerge.

"Your girl, how hard can your job be. They don't push you the way they do for men."

Now that triggered my very strong feminine side as I quickly rebutted by saying, "Sorry, I'm not interested in you. We will never get married shorty, enjoy your sales job where you will never earn more than the woman standing in front of you."

With that I quickly left the restaurant. Then came candidate no. 2. Which I had to meet up in a club??? I don't want to know what is going on his head. But I agreed to do this, and to give myself some satisfaction I decided to wear a bright red dress with black heels. Let's see how improper he is.

I entered the club and asked for the persons' name, the waiter quickly took me to a private corner of the room. There I saw the 2nd candidate surrounded by hostesses, it was disgusting.

He looked up to see who had arrived at his table, his eyes landed on my body first. I could feel his thoughts going wild about the marriage day.

"Hmm, hmm," I cleared my throat, to remove his attention from my body and to avoid vomiting my lunch on his face.

"Hello, you must be Samaiya. You turned out to be very different from what I thought you would be?"

"And how did you think I would be?" I asked.

"A wife who will stay at home cook for her husband, wait for him until he come home and stays with him even though he is cheating on her."

I stayed quiet, I didn't want to lose my temper and break his precious jewels, which by the looks of it he is very proud of.

"I won't do that to you though, you are to foxy for me to ever cheat on you, I would rather have you as a mistress than a wife. What do you think."

Men, men, men. I don't want to sound like I hate them but this person sitting with his legs wide open is just calling me to teach him a lesson and that is what I do.

"Your wish is my command," I said in a seductive voice, as I walked towards him. I could see his hard-on and he was proud that I noticed it.

I pulled him closer to me and ran my hand over his body, I could feel that he was weak.

Never works out, this will be easy. I yanked him closer, so close that our lips were almost touching. I spoke one sentence, "You're only good enough to be my eunuch."

As soon as I said those words I put all my strength to kick his jewels and walked away while he was lying on the floor screaming profanities at me.

In the corner of the club a dark silhouette was watching the petite young lady kicking the sleaze bag.

He called over the manager, "Take that man to a private room, and whatever happens keep it a secret." The man said while bribing the manager of the club with a hefty sum of cash.

The man had a sly smile on his face. 'How dare that person believe that he can even touch a hair on beautiful wifey, I'm going to show what hell truly looks like,' He thought, while figuring ways to make the man a Eunuch in the most painful way possible.

The 3rd candidate was a desi orthodox man.

I met him at my house as he visited with his family to have chai and see how the bride to be looks.

He had slicked back hair and pulled his pants up to his c.h.e.s.t, I was confused on where his c.h.e.s.t ended, and legs started. He looked and seemed to be rather decent, but I was so wrong. He was the type of person I hate the most.

As these strangers came to the house I had to wear ethnic clothing, I don't have anything against traditional clothing but sometimes they're death traps waiting to happen.

I served them the tea, as I am the girl they are looking at and they like to check if I know how to boil water. My parents started their mission of putting me on the highest pedestal so that I look perfect in front of these strangers.

After all the basic formalities the guy asked to speak with me separately, to get to know each other better. The elders were super excited about this interaction. We went outside, and he immediately started talking, "How old are you Samaiya?" In the most fake accent I have ever heard.

"I'm 27" I said curtly.

"You're pretty late in the game," he said supposedly astonished at my age.

"Then how old are you? Aditya."

"Me, I'm 30 but as a man I am currently in my prime."

I rolled my eyes at his reply

"Will you continue working after getting married?" He asked.

"Yes, of course I will continue to work."

"But that isn't proper for a woman to continue working she has to stay home and look after everything."

"Hmm," I said, knowing whatever I said would not change his opinion.

"Are you a v.i.r.g.i.n?" was his next question and I lost it.

"It is none of your business you piece of shit," I screamed, punching him in the face. "Who do you think you are? A man? So, you have the right to say whatever shit you want to say? Hmm?" before I could do anything else to him my parents came out of the house and quickly dragged me away from the guy.

They hurried me in the house while apologizing to the family.

The mother of the boy, "Your daughter has no manners and on the basis of her looks she probably seduces all the men surrounding her."

With these words spoken my mom saw red and she pulled that lady's hair and started a full-on cat fight with the people who had insulted me. The lady tried fighting back by also pulling my mom's hair. That was the biggest mistake she could have made in her whole life. My mom picked up her slipper and started slapping the heck out of the lady. Her son tried to interfere but, in the end, he just got beaten up.

The fathers quickly pulled their wives apart and dragged them back to their homes, completely embarrassed by the antics of their families.

I got to say my mom can really pack a punch, guess I know who I take after. With a long lecture from my dad on how I should control my temper I could finally go to bed. Another long day, maybe I should run away and go back to work early. There is one more candidate I have to meet I hope he is at least normal.

"Ughh," I screamed in my pillow cursing my luck with guys.

P.S These are a few words which I used that are actually hindi with their meaning.

Desi is away of calling something in India originating in India.