"Bob... Bob Randolph, of the Bar Q Doubled. Pleased to meet you... " Julia" she said with a smile. My my. He was polite too! "And should I get a cup f...r Mrs. Randolph too? Will she be joining you?"Bob had been looking around, probably looking for the girl, and his head jerked back toward her. "There is no Mrs. Randolph" he said. Then his head swiveled again. He seemed relieved to see the girl and his head turned back to her again. "Uh... her cousin is getting married." he said."How nice" said. After a lifetime of the lash cutting again and again, it finally stopped. The skin of my entire body screamed with pain. I felt blood trickling down, I even saw it dripping on to the floor below my inverted head. I was babbling, and slowly became aware of the critical pain in my bladder. I was cramping there, trying to urinate but unable to. I never knew just how painful it could be to not urinate, and it was driving me insane.Yes... I think I literally was becoming insane. Thinking about it. He never mentioned his family to Mom, or ever offered to introduce them, which is one reason no one expected what came up next – He proposed to her after just a few months. If this all seems rushed, don’t worry – I felt the same way. It seems like this just popped up out of nowhere, but it’s not like Julie and I didn’t see it coming.Anyway, the wedding went without a hitch, although something bothered me – A girl, maybe a bit older than Julie and I, seemed to be all over the place. She was a. She always thought of her as an innocent kid who will choose an arranged marriage.Sneha: What are you saying? You’re dating a guy, you want to marry him and you’re telling me now.Shruti: Relax mom. He belongs to our caste. And he is of our family status. So it is not an issue. Meet the guy once, I am sure you won’t say no.After a lot of convincing, Sneha agreed, but on a condition. She wanted to meet me at their place alone. Shruti broke the news happily, but I was afraid. I haven’t met her.