A Decision

July 27, 2009 – 9:30 PM

Aritra's Home, Dakshin Barasat, Kolkata

As Aritra and Nathaniel stepped out of the room, the weight of the conversation they had just concluded lingered in the air. The living room, now filled with Aritra's parents, Katherine, and Nathaniel's men, carried an air of unease. The tension was thick, but this was a moment that had to happen.

Aritra's father, Rajesh Naskar, sat with his hands clasped tightly together, his gaze flickering between his son and Katherine. His mother, Mira, sat beside Katherine, her face kind but firm. The girl herself sat still, her posture perfect, her hands folded in her lap as if resigned to her fate.

Rajesh exhaled deeply, his voice heavier than usual. "Aritra, this is not how things should have happened," he said, shaking his head slowly. "You have always been responsible, but this... this is not something we can overlook. It has brought shame, whether you realize it or not."

Aritra remained silent, knowing that arguing would only make things worse.

"People will talk, beta," Mira added softly, her voice laced with concern. "Neighbors, relatives—they will not forget this. And they won't just talk about you. They will talk about us. About our family. About how we failed to raise our son properly. Do you understand what that means for us?" Her voice cracked slightly toward the end, and Aritra felt a pang of guilt.

His father leaned forward, his hands tightening into fists before he unclenched them. "Your mother and I have always trusted you. We have given you freedom. But there are limits. This is not a big city where people look the other way. Here, in a town like this, respect is everything. The honor of a family is its greatest asset. Our relatives, our community—if they even suspect that you and this girl..." He stopped, unable to say the words, his discomfort evident. "...They will judge us for it."

Nathaniel, as composed as ever, observed the conversation in silence, his sharp gaze analyzing every reaction, every unspoken tension. He exhaled slowly before speaking, his voice calm but purposeful. "I understand your concerns, Mr. and Mrs. Naskar. As a father myself, I know how important it is to safeguard one's family name and ensure that things are done properly."

Mira's expression softened slightly at his words, but Rajesh remained tense, his hands still clasped together. "This is not just about our family, Mr. Blackwood. This is about responsibility. What kind of message does it send if we allow things to continue as they are?"

Nathaniel nodded thoughtfully. "You are absolutely right. Reputation, respect—these are not things to be taken lightly, especially in a traditional community like this. I would never wish for my daughter to be part of something that lacks honor. That is why I believe your suggestion of a small, sacred ceremony is indeed the best course of action."

Rajesh exchanged a glance with Mira, his features still stern but slightly relieved. "Then we are in agreement. Next Sunday, at Kalighat. It will be a simple ceremony, no media, no grand announcements. Just family and close ones."

Nathaniel folded his hands together, his expression calm but calculating. "That works for us. The fewer distractions, the better. However, I want to ensure that my daughter's dignity is upheld in every sense. She will be treated with the utmost respect in this marriage."

Rajesh nodded firmly. "That is what we want as well. We want this marriage to be based on responsibility, not scandal."

Aritra, who had been silent so far, let out a quiet breath before speaking. "Baba, Ma, I understand why you feel this way. I know this isn't ideal, but if this is what you believe is right, I won't oppose it."

Mira reached across and took his hand in hers, squeezing gently. "You are our son, Aritra. We only want what's best for you. And for her," she said, turning toward Katherine with a softer expression. "Beta, I know this must be difficult for you as well, but please know that you are not alone in this. We will take care of you as our own daughter."

Katherine hesitated for the briefest of moments before offering a small nod. "Thank you, Mrs. Naskar. That means a lot."

Nathaniel studied the exchange, his lips pressing together slightly before he finally nodded. "Then it is decided. The wedding will take place next Sunday. We will handle all the necessary formalities and ensure that everything is in place."

Rajesh exhaled as if a great burden had been lifted, his face weary but resolute. "Then we have an agreement."

Aritra remained still, watching Nathaniel carefully. He knew this wasn't just about family honor or a simple wedding—it was another move in a much larger game. And he intended to make sure he controlled how it played out.

Nathaniel turned to Aritra, his voice low and measured. "I will return to Kolkata to ensure that all formalities are in order. My team will remain in contact with yours to handle the logistics. Expect no delays."

Aritra smirked. "Of course. I wouldn't expect anything less."

Nathaniel nodded once before turning toward the door. His entourage followed, stepping out of the modest home and into the waiting fleet of black luxury cars. The headlights flashed briefly before the convoy began its slow roll toward the main road, disappearing into the night.

Aritra stood at the doorway, watching the taillights fade. He had won today, but this was just the beginning.

Next Sunday, he would be married.

And after that?

The real game would begin.