Written in Vermilion

"I don't want to marry him, Ma. I don't even know him. " My voice rises. How could I just marry someone whom I haven't met or seen before. "Can't you fulfill your grandma's last wish. She's on her deathbed and asking you only this. And you are refusing." My mom's voice hit me like a cold knife. Am I that much of a bad person? She does so much for me without asking anything in return. This is the first time she asked. A simple request to marry her friend's grandson. Who gave six lakhs in my grandma's surgery. Without accepting a thanks. Whom face I don't even see.