Diya stepped into the luxurious hotel room. God knows why she chose to stay here. One day would cost her almost half her savings. But she had no option. She did not know anything about this new town, it was a highly reputed hotel and safe for her and above all she wasn't feeling too well. A lot had happened in her life lately. She felt tired and her head was aching badly. She needed rest. But sleep seemed to have no mercy on her. As soon as she closed her eyes, images of her returning back to her old job flashed in front of her eyes. She simply hated her job. Every morning, she would wake up annoyed and frustrated. It wasn't that the workload was too much, her co- workers seemed to be pretty happy. But she knew it wasn't the right job for her. She wanted to do something else, but what. This training course was perhaps her last hope or maybe just a beginning. Maybe she was making the biggest mistake of her life or maybe she was doing what was best for her. Only God knew that and in God she had full faith.
"I am glad that you are back. Its good to see you are handling your work well with these wedding preparations," Nisha's dad proudly told her. In her heart, Nisha felt terribly guilty. Her parents had done all they could to keep her happy. They had given her the best education, best facilities for everything. But Nisha couldn't help feeling upset. Even when she had had it all, she was miserable. How could she tell her dad that she was fired from her job and made no efforts to prevent that. No, it was Juhi's wedding. She wasn't going to spoil it with the narration of her troubles.
"Well Nisha as you see that now even Juhi is getting married. What do you say, if we start looking for a suitable groom for you?"
Nisha blankly stared at her dad. She was stunned and afraid. A wedding! And that too at a time when her life was in a mess! She didn't know what to say. Last year she had refused by saying that she needed time till her promotion. This year she had been recently promoted and it had done nothing but ruined her life. This promotion had placed her directly under Mr Ramola and from there the trouble had begun.
"Can't we wait? I mean, whats the hurry?"
"We have nothing to wait for, my child. You are young and independent and this surely is the right time."
Right time, yes, right time. Its shocking how the society gets to decide about this so called right time.
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