GOOD COOK

OUTSIDE

Father:

Here comes my sweet daughter...

Ishana:

(Sweet? My foot!, I said to myself, not even looking at the people who came to see me. I just ignored them and placed the tea on the table.)

Boy's Father:

Hello, daughter. How are you?

Ishana:

(What do you think? How am I?)

Good, uncle. How are you?

(Still, I didn't look at the groom!)

Boy's Father:

I'm good, beta!

Boy's Mother:

Dear, do you know how to cook?

Ishana:

(Of course, that's why I'm here, huh!

I don't even know the "C" of cooking—besides making Maggi and tea! Hahaha!

They would faint if I told them that.)

No, aunty.

Mom:

Of course she knows how to cook! She can cook everything!

She's a very good cook!

Ishana:

(Huhhh! What the hell—I'm dead now...)

Boy's Mother:

Oh, good, beta! I think both of you should go and talk in private.

After all, it's you two who will be spending your lives together!

Mother:

Of course! Ishana, take him to the terrace and talk to him.

(Damn, I don't know what she'll do to him once they're alone...)

Ishana:

Oh, okay!

(Here comes the moment I've been waiting for. He's dead now.

Let's see his face...)

(I turned my eyes toward him—and I was shocked!!)

His face looked familiar…

I know him!

Damn!! He's the doctor from the hospital—the one I had been staring at for 2 whole months!!

Shit, what is he doing here…?

Abhi:

Hello, I'm Abhishek. Nice to meet you.

Ishana:

Youuuu!!

Mother:

Do you know him...?

Ishana:

No! I don't know him!!

Let's go to the terrace...

(What the hell! How is he here?

But still... I have to reject him.

So sad.

I don't want to get married at all and suffer!)

Abhi (thinking):

(How did my parents bring me here?

I thought they were coming for a check-up...

I guess they tricked me into coming to see a girl!

Hmm... well, I don't really mind marrying her.

But before seeing her, I had already decided I wouldn't marry anyone.

I didn't want a complicated life...

Wait—did she say she doesn't know me?)