A Love Story

I have a colleague who wants to get married. Soon. Let's call her 'P'. P hasn't met the right guy yet. Thus far, she has successfully resisted considerable pressure from her parents to get married to any tom-dick-harry.

Along comes a fellow male colleague from the same hometown as P. Let's call him 'V'. They are a part of the same gang of colleague-cum-friends. All of them live in the same apartment complex and mostly hang out together as they don't really have any local friends. Two months of the usual drinking, partying, gossipping etc. follow. They become good enough friends.

Recently, P & V decided to head back home together for a short vacation. It is also another occassion for P's parents to show her another round of boys. Taking a break from seeing potential suitors, P decided to go catch up with her old school friends.

She comes back home and finds that her parents have arranged her marriage.

As it turned out, once V discovered that P was out with her friends, he went over to her place and told her parents that he wants to marry her. Her parents, after a 1 hour talk, decide that he is just the guy who their daughter must marry. And it is decided.

P comes back home to find out that she is now spoken for. To her shock, she discovers her future husband is V, her friend of two months, who hadn't even given a hint of his true intentions.

The sound of celebrations drown out P's tears and protests that nobody even asked her consent.

The End.