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Zayan Bedi was laying down on his bed, lost in his 

thoughts. In two weeks he would have to find a 

bride in order to keep his family happy. His father 

couldn't wait any longer. Zayan was pulled back 

into reality as his father called him. "The Bhola 

family wants you to meet their daughter. She is 

very nice and pretty," his father said to him. The 

two of them headed down to their neighbors home.

Mr. Bhola came out to greet them. They were 

invited inside to a huge dinner table filled with 

food. Zayan sat next to Mr. Bhola's daughter, 

Anika. Throughout the whole meal they made 

small talk, but as he and his father headed 

home Zayan noticed he hadn't felt a single thing 

towards her. "So what do you think?" his father 

asked him. "She was very nice, but father she 

isn't the one," Zayan replied. His father stopped 

and glared at him.

"Zayan, you need to stop being so picky. 

This is the sixth girl you've met. We 

can't keep doing this." Zayan didn't 

know what to say. He didn't think the 

girls he had met were the one he was 

looking for. "I'll make a decision in a 

week. I just need to think about it," 

he said finally. His father 

smiled,"That's my boy." When they 

made it home, Zayan went directly to 

bed, thinking of how trapped and 

unhappy he felt throughout the whole 

night.

The next morning Zayan went to the market to 

get more food for his family. As he was paying 

for his food, a man walked up next to him. The 

man was tall and very handsome. He had a 

smile plastered on his face as he turned to face 

Zayan. "Do you know if they sell Dabeli here?" 

the man asked. For a second Zayan was too 

startled to speak. "Yes they do, I can show you 

were it is," he said. The two of them headed 

down the aisles. 

"So what's your name?" Zayan asked. 

The man turned to him and said, "I'm 

Aarav Kaur and you are?" 

"Zayan Bedi. Oh, here they are." He 

gestured to the food. "Thank you," Aarav 

said. Zayan knew that he had nothing 

left to do for Aarav, but he couldn't 

bring himself to leave. He knew that 

this might be his only chance to ever 

see him. Aarav noticed Zayan just 

standing there and asked, "Is something 

wrong?"

"Well I was just wondering if you'd 

like to go to the Ganesh Chaturth with 

me?" Zayan blushed. Aarav laughed and 

asked, "Like just us?"

Zayan stared at the floor, "Yes. It ends 

tomorrow and you know..." he trailed 

off. Aarav smiled and said, "Well I 

would love to go." Pure happiness flooded 

Zayan and for the rest of the day the two 

of them walked around the market. But 

as Zayan walked into the doors of his 

home he wondered what he would tell 

his family.

"The don't need to know anything yet." 

he thought. The next day, Aarav and 

Zayan walked around the streets joining 

in the singing and dancing in 

celebration of Lord Ganesha. As they 

watched the people submerge the 

statues Zayan said, "I want to keep 

doing this." Aarav looked at him with 

a confused expression on his face. "I 

mean talking to you and being around 

you. You make me very happy."

"Likewise," Aarav replied.

For the next week, the two of them went 

everywhere together. No matter what they were 

doing Zayan was filled with happiness. One 

day, the topic of marriage was brought up. "My 

father wants me to marry some very pretty, 

young girl. But I don't want to do that." Zayan 

said. "I have the same problem," Aarav replied 

with tears in his eyes.

"I wish we could just marry each other." Zayan 

said with an awkward laugh.

Aarav looked at him. "Maybe we could."

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