The air at my cousin’s wedding was thick with the scent of jasmine, marigolds, and a million family expectations. As a lesbian in a traditional Indian family, navigating these events is always a tightrope walk – a delicate balance of blending in while fiercely holding onto my true self. I was trying to enjoy the festivities, the vibrant colours, and the endless array of food, when I spotted him. He was charming, with an easy smile, and initially, I assumed he was one of the groom’s friends, perhaps from his college days. We started chatting, and I admit, his humour was infectious.
My Cousin’s Bizarre Flirting at a Wedding Left Me Speechless – and Traumatized!
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