"You and Ayaan always side together!" I slapped my forehead. "Your cousin Ayaan is absolutely correct." Papa said making me groan. "Money doesn't grow on trees." Cousin brother said and left the table. "But Papa, I want something like a Manish Malhotra designer lehenga." I said in a tone to which caused Tara and mother to smile at us but yet not looking at us. "Sorry Di, if only we had a money tree!" My cousin brother joked causing me to roll my eyes and kick his legs. I will only wear Manish Malhotra designer lehenga, otherwise say bye bye to the groom." I said after taking a bite of my toast. I'm going to drop you to that tailor and then leave for work." Papa said. "Morning Papa!" I said and then started taking my breakfast which consisted of a toast and an omelette and coffee. We haven't ever moved on from that which is a major reason I'm getting an arranged marriage. I did have a biological sister aswell but she suffered an unfortunate fate. They got married and we were having the perfect life until she got pregnant and came Tara. Not only did she accept him, she accepted me aswell which is what my dad really wanted. When I was 9, my dad had finally moved on and found someone who had made him really happy. She's my step sister because my birth mom had died during birth. Then not too long after my cousin brother came my step sister.
I sat at the table for breakfast who was then followed by my cousin brother who has been staying with us to help my dad out with his business. After I came out of the shower, I got dressed and headed downstairs. Considering the fact I'm not having the kind of wedding I've always wanted, I might aswell ask for a lehenga that I want to wear for my wedding. I'm having an arranged marriage unfortunately. I couldn't help but feel so bad for myself.
I stare at myself in the mirror, my hair is all messy and my face is clear and rid of breakouts. I made my bed and got my towel right before I headed into the bathroom. I wore my fluffy bunny slippers and began to make my bed. Mujhe designer lehenga chahiye." I said and got up from my bed. "And Mumma, I already told you I want a designer lehenga. "Mom can't you see I'm already awake?" I put my hand over my face as the sunlight was beaming through my window. "Shraddha wake up you have to go to the tailor today!" My mom said as she barged into my room and drew my curtains. I sat up stretching my arms not before looking at the clock I have beside my bed. The curtains were a cream color that complimented my room in way that made it feel nice and cozy.
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