"What the f*ck is this?! I just don't want to get married. But I was looking for accommodation from the groom's side. Am I crazy ?" Laya grumbled under her breath. Nevertheless, she walked around in search of the room. It all started a week ago.
A week Ago…..
Laya Pasupuleti, twenty-one year old graduate, who was looking for a job. She just graduated three months ago, she was looking for a job but her parents called her to return Hyderabad from Chennai as there was something urgent. Laya set off to Chennai the moment she got the call. When she attempted the call from her mother she looked tense and scared. Laya doesn't know what to do, so she stopped her job hunt and started her journey. Laya studied interior designing in Madras Institute of Fashion and Technology, in Chennai. Laya's parents were too orthodox to the point she can't even have friends in her life. She felt suffocated when she lived with her parents. That's why she decided to live far from them. When she applied to the best interior designing college in Chennai after her intermediate, her parents opposed her. Only her big brother and her little brother supported. And just like any other indian family, Laya's parents listen to their son only. Her elder brother assured them he would take care of Laya, as he was also staying in Chennai due to his job. Only then Laya was spared by them. But when she was leaving her home, she got an earful of instructions or maybe it would be better to say orders from them. She only returned home once a year, but in her final year she didn't even go to her house. This was her first time returning home after nearly a year.