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I haven't been waking up next to him since 3 years. We moved in together cause we had plans. He was so understanding and caring toward me, he never forced me and then I agreed. We had it, after a year or more of our relationship, I slept with him. After that it was a regular routine and I never got bored of it. He was good and I wasn't bad either, yet there was something in him, I felt it, he was changing.

A few weeks a go we had a big argumentation, I kept on asking, 'when are we getting married?' C'mon my family was asking me I had to come with this question.

He like always blocking me, this topic was a big taboo for him. 'Baby you moved in with me, why do we have give this relationship another title, aren't you happy with me?'

Of course I was happy, but I belong to a traditional family. We don't believe in living-in relationships. I know I shouldn't say this cause I did it, but living-in is not really acceptable.

I'm 28 years old, my name is Ragini and here I am, stucked in an Indian wedding in America.

Well I do belong from there, India, but I'm born American. It's so hard you do have an identity problem, there is always this quartile 'where are you from?' I look Indian, but when I say I'm American they don't accept it. Racism? No offence, but even in India I'm called American, when I say I'm Indian...
Human logic...

"Ragini?!"

Oh I know this voice, it's my cousin, Nisha. She is nice but also annoying. You always have this one family member, who tries to be the best in everything, so there is always a competition. Our competition ended, when she announced her wedding, oh yes, it's her wedding.

"Ragini come!"

"Coming!" Shit I don't want to go, they all will start to talk about me and my broken relationship, isn't it enough that I pity on myself, I don't need their fake concern.

Nisha came and dragged Ragini into the hall, many women, old and young, where there.

"Oh Ragini you don't worry, soon you will find a suitable man." An aunt said it, a free advice as if anyone needs it. Why do people always need to poke their nose in the life of others? Desi aunty's are the winners in this category no one can beat them.

"It's okay, I don't need anyone. I'm happy as a single woman."

"Oh Ragini, there will be plenty of men's here. Just take one of them to fill the tank, how to say to get over him." Another aunt said it. Gosh these women always show double standards, but yeah she isn't wrong. I could look for an one-night-stand. It won't harm anyone, in fact it will help me to start new.

The hall was filled with women and men, there were some handsome hunks, but Ragini wasn't really good in it, she couldn't just go to a guy and say, 'hey are you interested in an one-night-Stand?'. No, she is the shy type of person, she needs to know the one, but that's the opposite of one-night-stands.

A man in his mid 30's was sitting on a barstool, she was taking a deep breath to start the conversation, but she stopped.

"Hi baby, where are you?" He was talking on the phone with his girlfriend or fiancée or wife.

Ragini was happy, that she didn't talked to him. He betrayed me, saying 'I'm getting bored of you, you have changed I need my space!'. Oh please bear me, as if he was the best. Do this, don't do that, this has to be done like this. Such an ass he was... ugh!

The man looked at her, "are you okay?"

Ragini frighten, did he heard me?

"Hello you there?"

Ragini took a deep breath, "hi, I'm fine thank you." Wow he is looking so handsome and his beard is suiting him a lot. Uff ... no, he is in a relationship, don't think like this.

"My name is Laksh and you are?" He forwarded his hand and Ragini took it, "Ragini, nice to meet you."

He smiled at her, "nice to meet you too."

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