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Arrangements that work out well… but for who , “Nadia, you should really start to settle down” said Aunt One
“It is a shame to your family that at 23 you have no husband!” said Aunt Two
“Your are causing so much distress for your poor mother” said Aunt One
“As a Pakistani girl, your priority should be marriage not a career” said Aunt Two
“Do you even have a boyfriend Nadia?” asked Aunt One
“Please Nadia, we do not do lesbian in our culture!” said Aunt Two in disgrace
“NO!!!, No Aunty I am not a lesbian, I have… a boyfriend in London!” explained Nadia
“Oh, is he of good background?” asked Aunt One
“Is he Pakistani?” asked Aunt Two
“Is he of good social background?” asked Aunt One
“Erm.. yes he is from a good family, a good Pakistani family!” explained Nadia
“So sorry, the queue in to toilets was too long” apologised Nadia’s mother as she sat down
“Nadia was telling us about her boyfriend!” explained Aunt One to Nadia’s embarrassment
“Huh?” said Nadia’s mother confused
“Yes, anyway I will see why this wedding has not started!” said Nadia exiting the table
Nadia walked towards the door of the banqueting suite, walking towards her car for a break. She knew coming home for this wedding was a mistake, the backward mentality of the community she left behind always amazed her, the aspirations for women were to be a good housewife, but Nadia got out of the area and moved 150miles away to London where she could be free and enjoy the western world. She had no time for men, she just wanted to be successful in her career and get on with her independence. She was always different to the other girls and had no time for their boring conversations about kitchen appliances.
She returned to the wedding, sitting back on the table where she could hear how happy the Aunts were for her mother that she had a man, Nadia ignored the conversation, smiling occasionally to show interest but she knew she was single and just played along. The wedding finally ended and Nadia was now alone in the car with her Mother.
“Nadia, who is this man?” asked Nadia’s Mother
“Erm, he is someone in London mum!” said Nadia not wanting to give detail
“Well when will you marry?” asked her Mother
“Mum, it isn’t that serious!” said Nadia rolling her eyes
“Nadia, we don’t do boyfriends in our custom, if you have a boyfriend you must marry him!” scolded her Mother “So you are just seeing men like a whore?”
“No mum, I mean we haven’t yet got to that stage!” she explained
“This is not your role to look at readiness it is your family, you have to bring him to see me!” she said
“But mum…!” she protested
“Nadia, for the first time I have not been ashamed of you, my daughter will finally marry!” smiled the Mother
“I will bring him when I next come to visit!” said Nadia wondering when this was going to end
Nadia got back to her mothers house, changed and made her excuses about work to get back to London. The next day, she went to work as normal forgetting her cultural ordeal whilst she sipped a cappuccino in a trendy coffee bar. Her Mother had called several times and she thought she better call back.
“Hi Mum!” she said
“Nadia…. where have you been?” shouted her Mother
“At work, why?” asked Nadia concerned
“I have spoken to the grand hotel and they have dates available for the reception” explained her Mother
“MUM!!!!” screamed Nadia losing her business like composure
“Nadia, I have told you that this is serious and we have to make plans!” said her Mother
“But… I …. okay!” said Nadia resigning
Nadia got home to her penthouse apartment after a hard meeting, finally she could relax but this fake marriage was now playing on her mind. How was she going to get out of this, she looked over at the red light flashing on her answer machine and played the messages, all 5 were of relatives congratulating her on her engagement. Is this going to end, thought Nadia!! She logged on to the internet to find a distraction and came across an Asian dating website, she began to think that she could actually find a man and then make all of this actually work
She registered onto the site, she knew she was attractive, she had a size 10 figure, double D breasts and was fair skinned. She scanned other profiles and did not see anything of interest but she was not looking for her prince, just a man… any man. She realised the time and went to sleep as she had work the next day. She woke up a bit late, but managed to get to her meeting on time, she was preoccupied by the calls on her phone which she was not answering as they were more family members. The day went slow and she returned home to a further 5 messages on the answer phone which she deleted without listening to. She logged on desperately to the dating site, wondering why she was getting so stressed. Why doesn’t she just tell everyone she is single or that he left her? Because now it was shame her Mother!
She was surprised to see a staggering 23 messages awaiting her, some were men living in Pakistan looking for a visa to come to the UK, however a few were from London and she replied back to them. That evening she exchanged messages with 4 of them, eager to meet and not realising that most women want to get to know the men they are talking to. She had booked herself a different man every evening that week, her first being tomorrow evening.
The next day, she finished work and made her way to the bar to meet Imran, a 25 year old Accountant from West London. She greeted him like he was a business client and conducted the date as a business meeting almost interviewing him. She started to visualise herself being married to him, he was dull but it could work she thought. She ended the date on what she thought was a success partnership development and went home, only to find that Imran had left her a message saying he was no longer interested.
She was disappointed, but received another 18 messages which she had filtered and arranged further dates with. Her diary now becoming very full with lunch and dinner dates, and her weekend meeting 3 men on each day. The dates became very routine, most guys either wanting a long term relationship with marriage possibly, they were fairly westernised and also thinking this was a big commitment they wanted to take time over. But Nadia had no time. Three of the guys were just interested in sex, and two were already married looking for an affair. Nadia was becoming disheartened it had now been a week and her Mother was already talking about bringing her husband to be around.
Sunday arrived, Nadia was tired but knew she had three dates lined up. Her lunch date was another disappointment and the early bar date was another married man! Her dinner date didn’t hold much hope and Nadia only went as she was hungry.
“Nadia?” asked a man in a deep Pakistani accent
“Yes!” said Nadia shocked she had booked a date with a fresh immigrant
“I am Abdul!” he said smiling
“Right, nice to meet you!” said Nadia just wanting to eat and leave
“You are pretty!” he said trying to break the ice