One Indian Girl by Chetan Bhagat

‘Mom, I am fine. Two minutes. Okay, bye.’
I hung up and looked at Debu.
‘You heard that?’ I said. ‘See how everyone is looking for me?’
‘I am sorry. Anyway, my parents protested a lot, but I convinced them. They want to come
here.’
‘Please, Debu.’
‘I just need your decision. I am your first love, Radhika. First and only. You don’t even know
this guy you are getting married to.’
I have more choices now, I wanted to tell him.
‘What do you want me to say?’ I said instead.
I tried to walk past him. He blocked me with his arm.
‘Stop this wedding. Tell your parents. I will come with you. It’s now or never.’
‘Can I,’ I said and paused, ‘can I think about this, Debu? Really? I have practice now.’
‘Yeah,’ he said and lowered his hand.
‘Thanks,’ I said.
‘I will love you until the last day of my life,’ he said from behind me.