I sat in the taxi fidgeting the tulle under my gown and thinking I’d rather be at home in my flannel pajamas instead of going to this wedding any day. My wedding as it turned out. You would think in 21st century America arranged weddings would be extinct. Unfortunately for me I was 1/28th part Indian and my parents were 1/10th Indian. Spiritually and mentally however they were 100% Indian through and through so it should have come to no surprise when they told me they were marrying me to an Indian prince who live in Oklahoma but was wealthy from the land and people he owned back in India. I kicked and screamed and didn’t eat for a week but I couldn’t convince them to let me out of it. Another downside of being part Indian was that I was spoiled rotten by my parents who were rich from an inheritance. Some long lost Aunt had died back in India and even though my mother couldn’t remember her she was apparently the favorite niece. This meant I had no job, no income, and no place of my own. If I disobeyed my parents and didn’t go through with the marriage I would be homeless in the middle of nowhere, Oklahoma. My name is Julia Parker. I am 19 years old and I am being married to a 29 year old man who I have never met who has 3 wives back in India. I repeated this to myself in the taxi numerous times because part of me still couldn’t believe it was happening. And then there was Alex.
Alex was my best friend back in Rhode Island. We talked and hung out all the time and only because I would sneak out at night. My parents would have a stroke at the thought of me being unsupervised with a male. Especially a 22 year old white male with full tattoo sleeves on each arm. Alex dressed almost entirely in leather or denim and rode a Harley. He was rough and tough on the exterior but inside was sweet as cotton candy. The feeling where it’s almost too sweet but you can’t help to take another bite. The truth was that recently I had started looking at Alex as more than a friend. The subtle hand brushes against our sides or the just too long hugs made me think that maybe he felt the same. I sighed as a loud honk brought me back to the present. We had arrived at the church for my very traditional Indian wedding complete with belly dances. I exited the taxi and walked towards the church. Looking around I saw bright colors, heard the drums being played and even heard the horse that the groom would arrive on. Out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw a flash of black. Shiny black leather. I whipped my head around but no one was there except the belly dancers. Heading into the church I caught a glimpse of the canopy we would stand under for the ceremony. It was tall and actually quite pretty. The whole thing would be pretty if I wasn’t so against it all.
I was walking towards the powder room when I was grabbed from behind and dragged into a small dressing room. I would have screamed had a hand not covered my mouth. Looking down I saw the finishes of an ornate tattoo sleeve. I spun around and came face to face with Alex. He didn’t say anything, just leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. We looked into each other’s eyes and I realized he didn’t need to say anything. He gave me his famous half smirk and grabbed my hand as we tip toed through the kitchen and out the back door.
I suddenly didn’t worry about anything. I wasn’t worried about where we would go or how we would afford it or even what my parents would think. I couldn’t stop myself from laughing as we rode to the train station on the groom’s stolen horse.
So the part in bold was my writing prompt for this story. It could definitely have been improved with more length and detail. Maybe even what happens to Julia and Alex or more about how they met but I’m feeling quite exhausted today and I do actually like the picture of them taking off on the groom’s horse which is what the groom usually rides in on in a traditional Indian wedding. I did a little bit of internet research for this one and I hope everything was correct as far as Indian weddings go. I hope you all enjoyed the story and, as always, have a good night!