One Indian Girl by Chetan Bhagat

I remained silent.
I liked him. I could say yes. Maybe not an ‘oh my God wow’ type yes, but at least ‘there’s no
reason to say no’ kind of yes. Still, I wanted to be cautious.
‘It’s okay, mom. Whatever. Okay, if you guys like him then yeah, it’s a yes.’
‘Really?’
‘Yeah.’ I sighed.
‘It’s a yes! Aditi’s papa, are you there? Mubarak,’ I heard her scream.
It drowned out everything—my voice, reason and doubts. I, Radhika Mehta, was going to get
married.
Congratulations, Radhika, I whispered to myself after I hung up the phone.