Absurd Proposal
Though not nonplussed at having lost her virginity, Nithya, nevertheless, began pressuring Vasu for the nuptial. Yet, his assurances to tie the knot made her give him more of her own that was till she felt he was taking it easy. When she began denying him the good time to drive home her point that only made him indignant, she could figure out the consequences of his indifference. Thus, feeling vulnerable, she forced herself to humour him even more furthering his fulfillment all the more. But even as he procrastinated over their nuptial, his seed began to evolve in her womb. When she missed her periods, that made matters worse for her.
When confronted with the development, Vasu could dodge no more, and spilled the beans.
“I understand your embarrassment,” he began.
“What an understatement!” she said in consternation.
“We shouldn't have jumped the gun.”
“It‟s neither here nor there,” she said, worried over his prevarication.
“Why worry,” he said taking her hand, “as I'm around still.”
“Better you rush to your parents now,” she said as her voice reflected her sense of urgency. “We should get married before my morning sickness shows up.”
“Don‟t I know about that, but….”
“But what?” she interrupted him in alarm.
“Why are you so impatient?”
“Do remember,” she said turning apprehensive, “you promised to marry me.”
“I'm here to keep my word.”
“Then why dilly-dally?”
“Our marriage is not the problem,” he said affecting confusion. “The predicament is how to go about it.”
“You always sounded confident, didn't you?”
“I am all for marrying you,” he said assuming a melancholic pose. “But there are other things in the way. Those that make life what it is.”
“What are you trying to convey?” she became nervous.
“I‟m too confused for that.”
“What confusion?”
“Now I'm trapped between two stools,” he said affecting pain. “I can't extricate myself without disturbing either or both. That's my predicament.”
“Is it the time to beat around the bush?” she asked in vexation. “Don‟t you understand my position? Are your parents against our marriage or what?”
“If it were so,” he said assuming an air of arrogance, “I would've walked out on them long back and led you to the Registrar's Office straightaway. But my dilemma is different.”
“What's that?” she said, perplexed.
“Promise me,” he said outstretching his right palm, “you won't take it amiss.”
“Oh, tell me,” she said brushing his hand aside. “We've to contend with Prema.”