Sakshi hesitated outside.
The prospective groom and his family were inside.
Was she fair? Tall?
Could she sing and dance? Cook. Knit. Run?
Perhaps she should run.
She would have, if only Rohan had come through.
But he had chickened out.
“Sorry,” he had mumbled. “I can’t break my mother’s heart. But I will always love you.”
“Sakshi!” Her mother pulled her in. “Meet Lata, my childhood friend. It was our dream to see our children marry.”
“My prayers are answered,” Rohan whispered as Sakshi was led towards him.
“So are mine.”
Sakshi walked away.
Written for the Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting the party and Shaktiki for the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.
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For readers of Moonshine, here's Chapter 122.