It was time to go to Bangladesh after 5 whole years.
After traveling for 2 whole days from one transit to the other, getting the weird look from every white person in the airport who checked Aryan's passport and saw his last name Mohammed, hearing babies cry in the plane, waiting in the 5 different airports and watching all the boring movies in the plane....
They were finally here! Now it's time to wait for the other 5 huge almost-overweight luggages to arrive in the baggage claim area until they can finally relax. 3 of the 10 luggages consist of their belongings, the other 7 were filled with presents (really NICE presents) for the overflowing list of relatives who were jumping up and down to see their gifts the family. After all, settled people from America are very very rich. It's a piece of cake to buy expensive gifts...right?
Aryan was enjoying his newly built home in Bangladesh in a place called Bonani. He stood out in the crowd. In America, he was the average computer geek looking kid. In Bangladesh, he was the tall, fair, "prince" as some relatives put it. He loved the attention. He didn't mind the stares.
Did i mention Aryan gave his parents the green light for arranged marriage?
This was the scene in every "family of the girl's" house. Aryan's job was simple. Sit, give friendly smiles to the aunty and uncle, eat mishti, and answer the common questions: "Where did you study? How long have you been working?" even "How much you get paid?" was one of them.
one time while mom was bargaining with saree prices in the market, Aryan was told to wait to meet with the first candidate.
Aryan was a shy guy. He only blushed and the girl blushed more. Didn't go anywhere.
but then he started getting used to the flow...he met many kinds of girls.
Some were bubbly and naive, some knew a little too much, some were stuck up, most were way too spoiled, rich brats, some didn't even want to get married but did not know how to express that to their parents and some already were in love...with someone else.
Some just talked too much.
He was getting tired. He never knew how hard it was to get just a normal bengali girl.
He went through all the faces and names of the girls he met but not a single one was his choice. The only girl that caught a bit of his attention was that girl at the 5 star restaurant...
The waitress. Pretty ironic. He hardly saw bengali girls work at restaurants. Afterall, it was bangladesh..perverts out their wouldn't let a girl work as one.
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