d_demandasaurus

Maybe in another universe... we were Romeo and Juliet. But not the poison-sipping, dagger-falling kind. No, we were the kind who tried to exchange rings in Dubai and got hit by a sandstorm — literal and emotional. Our date was August 8, 2018. It wasn’t picked by pundits or family trees. It was ours. Because that was the day she said yes. Not to marriage. To us. To love. But then — A next of kin, booked his  Ring ceremony prior to mine Which meant we got preponed. Quick detour. Flight to Dubai — 23rd December. Engagement on the 28th. Simple. Right? Wrong. Our flight didn’t land in Dubai. It crash-landed into chaos. Ras. Al. Khaimah. No staff. No lights. No clue. Dad panicked. Sandstorm outside, storm inside. Her dad drove through it to come pick us up. That should’ve been the story. That should’ve been the fight we remembered. But no. Because on the 28th — at lunch — my father announced: “500 log aayenge.” Five. Hundred. Her parents heard: thirty. Maybe forty. That’s the kind of mat...