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 fighting for her life 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.