My cousin, Priya, was meant to get married last month. It was going to be a big fat Indian wedding, the kind you dream of, meticulously planned for over a year. The venue was booked, her designer lehenga was ready, relatives were already flying in from all corners of the world, and our house had practically transformed into a wedding storage facility. Auntie had boxes of decorations, gifts, and trousseau items everywhere; you couldn’t even sit comfortably in the living room without shifting something. Priya was genuinely over the moon. This wasn’t one of those arranged marriages where everyone knew the couple was just “adjusting”; she truly believed she was marrying the love of her life, Rahul.
I Exposed My Cousin’s Cheating Fiance, And Now I’m The Villain
Published Anonymously
Submitted by a real person and published with their consent. Identity is never revealed.