Married To My Ex-Boyfriend

Today I am getting married. Dressed in a beautiful yellow saree, with gold and silver ornaments intensifying my appeal and grace, I wait for my fiance who is a complete stranger to me. I haven't met him before and didn't even bother remembering his name. All I remember is the speech that I've prepared to give him on the wedding night. Despite my parent's constant urge for me to meet him once, I haven't. I never wanted this marriage. I never wanted any kind of relationship for that matter. I am only getting married today, to save the face of my family. Because having a 25-year-old single unmarried daughter at your house is like a crime in this country. Though Hyderabad has advanced and progressed in many ways, people here are still narrow-minded like that. So is my fiance, I believe. Close minded and narrow-minded. Because he agreed to marry me without even trying to meet me. Who does that? In this era of love marriage and live-in relationships, who agrees to get married to a girl he barely knows? That only leaves me with two conclusions about him. 1. He is either an old-fashioned guy who believes in his parents so much that he has agreed to marry the girl they chose for him without even meeting her. Which means he is a bore and will always take sides with his parents. Or two, he is also not interested in marriage and is getting married for reasons same as me or something else. In both these cases or something entirely different, I don't like my husband already. His decision making skill alone has put him down in my opinion. Yes, you guessed it right. I am judgemental. I've been warned before about my prejudice and I don't care anymore. My judgmental skills have made me what I am today. I am a freelance hiring consultant who gets people jobs at places where they fit perfectly. I fill the job placements of startups and MNC's with perfect candidates. All of this is because of my judgement skills. So I don't care if people think that I jump into conclusions too often. Because I'm the best at what I do for the way I do it. Back to the wedding at hand. I am dressed up, pretty much like a Christmas tree and waiting to be taken to the aisle where I will be married off to a stranger. A marriage which will not be happy and might not even last long.