Chapter 6

Dimple's pov

“ But Mom, I don't want to go there, why are you forcing me when I'm not comfortable ”

I literally freaked out on my Mom as I was feeling as if I was being controlled by my parents for the last few months, doing what they want as if my feelings didn't matter.

“ You are not comfortable? Like seriously? This is your sister's reception and you are telling me that you don't want to attend your own sister's reception? Do you have any conscience left, what would they think about you, about us, huh? ” my mother scolded me, I sighed and looked at her while narrowing my eyes.

“ Don't you think it's a little too late for the reception?

I mean it's near about a week now, and they are holding bouquets after one week of their marriage, like seriously, who does this ” I sniffled, however, I regret saying it as my mom glared at me with extremely cold eyes.

“ Don't you know why is this too late? Or you want me to remind you again what have you done at their wedding, your Dad is still too