The Sweet Fiancee
“Where is your bag, Komal?” The question was thrown at her face as soon as Komal stepped inside her house.
“Why are you early today? Did you bunk your classes? Why weren’t you picking up my calls?” Her mother questioned, shaking her head dejectedly.
“Why do you think you need a cell phone if you don’t pick the extremely necessary calls? Do you have any plans with Keshav? Is son-in-law coming?” The questions continued as her mother chopped the vegetables and threw them into the pan. The clattering of utensils was doubtlessly hearable.
“You siblings don’t tell me a word about your plans and then expect me to prepare everything in perfect accord. You people think I am some machine that can work twenty-four hours a day. Why aren’t you answering me girl? Do you
