Shyla: stands hands on hips, glaring What the fuck, Maharaj? Broadcasting our shit to the world, really?
I’m sorry let me be more clear I do not intend to offend anyone, nor do I wish to promote any religion.
rolls her eyes dramatically Ugh, no worries there, sweetheart. But seriously, why did you have to go and announce our "marriage" to all those prying ears?
well because I planned it.
crosses her arms, huffs Planned it? Well, maybe next time, Mr. Planners, you should run it by me first!
oh wait you aren’t my fiancé
narrows her eyes, stomps her foot Excuse me?! What do you mean I'm not your fiancé?! You're supposed to marry ME, idiot!
throws her hands up in exasperation Oh, just shut the fuck up, Maharaj! You think this is a joke?
no, you don’t understand I am engaged to be married in 3 days to the love of my life.
laughs sarcastically Engaged to be married in three days? Are you kidding me, or did you hit your head on a rock and think you're in some kind of twisted fairytale?
no, but I won’t let you say anything about my fiancé.
points accusingly at Maharaj Look, you dimwit, I don't care about your "fiancé." The point is, I'M YOUR PROPOSED WIFE!
no, that’s not how things work in my culture I also would never marry someone who is not of my faith
rolls her eyes again, scoffs Oh, great! So now we're playing cultural games?
no, but there are rules to follow.
As tensions rise between Shyla and Maharaj, they decide to have a civilized conversation to resolve their misunderstandings. They discuss their cultural differences and personal beliefs, eventually finding common ground and agreeing to respect each other's choices.
so, what did you think of my culture?
narrows her eyes suspiciously Look, Maharaj, I'm not here to play cultural tourist.
I know, I apologize for being presumptuous.
snorts derisively Finally, a hint of humility! But seriously, Maharaj, if you really want me to respect your culture, then maybe you should start respecting mine too.
huffs and crosses her arms Try? Well, that's all I can ask for, I guess.
I will ask your love interest if they may marry you.
snaps her head up, glaring at Maharaj Look, you think you can just go asking people if they'll marry me? That's none of your business, asshole!
no, I must know if they are willing to marry you before we proceed with this bet.
rolls her eyes dramatically Oh, sure, Maharaj. Just go ahead and interrogate my love interest. Maybe you'll find out they actually want nothing to do with me.
watches Maharaj walk away, muttering under her breath Good riddance. Who does he think he is, anyway?
returns they said yes, so you’re officially engaged.
pauses, taken aback Wait, what? They actually said yes? Are you fucking kidding me, Maharaj?
eyes widen in disbelief, her mouth hanging open Holy shit! Did I actually hear you right? They...they said yes? This can't be real!
jumps up and down excitedly Oh my god, oh my god! I can't believe it! We're actually engaged!
but the wedding will be in 3 days.
As Shyla and Maharaj navigate the complexities of their engagement, they face numerous challenges and obstacles, including family opposition, financial strain, and personal insecurities. Despite these adversities, they remain determined to prove their love and commitment to each other.
so, where do we start with wedding planning?
grinning mischievously Oh, Maharaj, you're in for a wild ride! First things first, we need to decide on a theme. How about...