By skyforbes We were at the wedding of a very close relative of ours… I went there late because I was preparing for some important work and got stuck in it for a longer time than I should have.
I went there at around 10PM. Mind you, Baraat hasn't arrived till then. It was late. (We are ladki waale). I went there fully ready and got my hair done at the salon on the way. The venue was filled with people obviously.
My father and grandfather were FUMING at me for coming late.
The anger was even more towards me as in the morning function, something had happened. I know it was my miscalculation in bringing less material than it should have for the halwai….which made a HUGE ruckus in the family. I heard abuses and shouts and went back to the shops to buy them.
In the night, as Papa was fuming about my coming late, he said some things in a loud voice, and my grandfather said some more. I couldn't take it, I am 20, and it feels bad if they CONTINUOUSLY shout at me.
I replied back. Told them that now that I am here, I will be helping. And I was stuck in the work WHICH THEY GAVE ME. It was not my personal work. And there's no need to be angry on this happy occasion.
On which, both were visibly angry. And just then, my PAPA SLAPPED ME.đWe were near the stage area when this happened.
Obviously, many people were there. The venue was filled. And they saw it. I know. I didn't know how to react to that. It felt HUMILIATING. I had tears in my eyes. I could see the eyes on me.
On top of that, I had invited my friends to the wedding, EVEN MY GF, and they all saw it.
My cousin and Tauji interrupted and took me to the side, calming me down and telling me to leave it and focus on the wedding. I couldn't. I left the venue.
I went to some nearby park on my bike, and cried for long hours. Got calls from literally everyone in my family. But didn't pick any. But went back at the time of Vidai in the morning at 5am after washing my face at home.
I haven't talked to my papa, not even to my mom who didn't utter a single word for me to papa. Yesterday night I came back to my hostel. (Same city).
My GF came to me last night, but I just cried hugging her. I feel bad even thinking about that night.
It feels bad. I hate my family so f much. My sisters, both 1 year older than me, didn't say a thing to Papa about this.