Chapter 3: The Plan

On the same night he traveled to his village. He was going to meet his family, tell them how much he loved them and make a perfect goodbye. Then he would come back and kill himself because he didn’t want the village to know immediately. It would be on his family to let the others know how they want. They would have an option to say he died in an accident to save their honor.

As soon as he reached the village however he was informed that his marriage was fixed. He shouted and screamed that he didn’t want to get married. But nobody listened to him. His mother declared that if he didn’t get married then she would kill herself.

“I don’t have any leaves!”, he exclaimed, trying his last attempt for an excuse. This backfired.

The start of the seven day long wedding ceremony was fixed on the very next day.

He couldn’t believe this was happening. He couldn’t stop it. But then someone showed the picture of the girl he was going to marry.

She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Her soft heart shaped face looked innocent, kind and somehow angelic. The slightly downturned eyelids on her big protruding brown eyes made it seem her eyes are half open, it gave the impression that she is perpetually aroused. Her small but full kiss shaped lips added to the sexual allure of the face. When she smiled two adorable dimples adorned her beautiful cheeks making her seem extremely innocent. And then there was extremely small black birthmark on the upper right side of her mouth, highlighted due to heavy contrast on her extremely fair skin. Ram had never seen a prettier face.

Her long neck connected to an equally attractive body. Her more than ample bosom protruded far from her chest while her thin waist provided a tempting concave curve to her body. She had more than adequate sized buttocks even if they were not as vulgarly large as her breasts.

Any man would be prepared to die for her. Ram however wondered why a girl like that was going to marry him. It didn’t matter. Ram felt a little alive for the first time. Suddenly he was a little happy. Maybe, he had something to live for.

Next morning Ram received a call from Rajesh.

“Where the fuck are you faggot?”, Rajesh shouted into the phone.

Ram informed Rajesh that he is in his village. This enraged Rajesh and he started swearing at him and threatening to release the video he made of him.

“I am sorry, sir. My parents have fixed my marriage and they are not taking no for an answer...”, Ram tried to plead.

Suddenly Rajesh’s tone softened.

“You are getting married?”, he asked curiously.

Ram was taken aback by the sudden and uncharacteristic change in tone but didn’t have time to dwell on it.

“Yes, sir I can share proof when...”, Ram tried to say to convince him.

“No. No. But why the fuck didn’t you inform this before?”, Rajesh asked.

“I was informed yesterday. I can share the invites as proof.”, Ram replied.

After the call Ram spent an hour creating digital invite cards and sending them to his colleagues. And then he had to join the wedding ceremonies.