•His Unwanted Bride•
Introduction!
An average indian plus size brown girl. She's 26 years old soon to be 27.
People always prefer and like dark colour things and on other than don't like dark skin people.
Suparna Mukherjee( FL)
How cool is that right
A young , unmarried 26 year old woman can live peacefully in her house? Absolutely not! specially in Indian middle class family house.
Suparna Mukherjee( FL)
"Beti paraya dhan"
Just like every person she also wants to be loved but the person she loves doesn't love her .
Sad right? But no it's not even a trailer of her life there's many more things .
Why only skinny and fair girl are Main character of the story when Chubby and brown girls have more painful stories to tell.
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He's a singer but he don't sing for everyone.
He belongs from very wealthy and well known family Patna . Ajitoshu is only son of her mother.
He loves his mother the most yet he hates auratjaat ( Women). It's not like he have bad love life experience then why? Huh?"
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Let's see how a bengali girl ends up marrying a bihari boy .
This is my life!
I'm sitting in my room near window, looking at moon. Moon gazing is my favourite thing to do which gives me peace.
While moon gazing let me tell you about myself.
Suparna Mukherjee( FL)
"Hey it's me suparna, I know you guys already know my name."
Suparna Mukherjee( FL)
"A name that means "one who is beautiful," yet it feels like a cruel irony every time someone calls me by it. Beautiful—such a simple, universal word, yet society has twisted it into a narrow, unforgiving standard"
Suparna Mukherjee( FL)
"Instead of seeing the meaning of my name in my eyes, my kindness, or my soul, people reduce me to their judgments: fat, moti, kali, badsurat."
Suparna Mukherjee( FL)
"Labels that took away every ounce of confidence, leaving me to wonder if being myself will ever be enough."
Suparna Mukherjee( FL)
"Why is it that beauty is confined to the fair-skinned, the impossibly skinny, the airbrushed ideals that grace magazine covers? Why does the world worship these illusions while women like me, who are far from those superficial standards, are cast aside as though we are invisible—or worse, unworthy?"
Suparna Mukherjee( FL)
"I’ve lost count of the number of boys who have walked into my home to “see” me, only to leave with the same rehearsed rejection. "
Suparna Mukherjee( FL)
"They tell their families, “She’s not my type,” or “I need someone who looks a certain way,” as if my worth is a product on display for them to critique. "
Suparna Mukherjee( FL)
"I’ve heard whispers about my weight, comments about my dark complexion, and unkind jokes about how I don’t fit the mold of an ideal bride."
Suparna Mukherjee( FL)
"It’s as if my personality, dreams, and heart don’t matter because my body doesn’t conform to what society has dictated as beautiful."
Suparna Mukherjee( FL)
I try to smile through it all, but deep down, every rejection chips away at me. Am I really so flawed because I don’t fit into their definition of beauty?
Suparna Mukherjee( FL)
Why is it that fair and slim girls are celebrated while others like me are dismissed as “nothing”?
Suparna Mukherjee( FL)
It’s exhausting, this constant battle between who I am and who the world expects me to be.
I need to sleep now because Tommorow again a guy is coming to see me . I don't know what will happen or maybe I already know? He'll reject me because of my skin tone and chubby body just like everyone did.
I'm already ready for it.
It's enough for now , join me to see my story .
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Maybe next time!
It was another one of those days. I had lost count of how many times this had happened, but it still stung the same.
Suparna Mukherjee( FL)
"I'm pretty sure that he too going to reject me"
My parents had told me the day before that a boy named Varun Roy and his mother were coming to “see” me.
They made it sound so casual, but I knew the undercurrent of desperation in their voices.
Another match, another hope, another chance to offload the daughter who didn’t fit the bill of a perfect bride.
Susmita Apurba Mukherjee. ( FL mother)
"Please do it everything properly"
Susmita Apurba Mukherjee. ( FL mother)
"I want everything perfect"
Susmita Apurba Mukherjee. ( FL mother)
"And Supu wear the saree I gave you because it's simple and beautiful that will make you look slim."
As if clothes could mask the fact that I wasn’t society’s idea of beautiful.
Suparna Mukherjee( FL)
*chuckled**
Susmita Apurba Mukherjee. ( FL mother)
"Go fast , they're coming soon"
Suparna Mukherjee( FL)
"Hmmm"
When they arrived, I could hear their voices from my room.
Suparna Mukherjee( FL)
"Be ready Supu"
Varun and his mother exchanged pleasantries with mine and Baba’s soft, polite tones.
I waited in my room, as I always did, heart pounding, knowing what came next. The summons.
Susmita Apurba Mukherjee. ( FL mother)
"Hello"
Susmita Apurba Mukherjee. ( FL mother)
"Please have seat and make yourself comfortable"
Aswini Mukherjee (Bua)
"Sushmita, Call Supu"
Susmita Apurba Mukherjee. ( FL mother)
*smiles nervously*...."Ji, “Suparna, beta, come outside"
Ma called, her voice tinged with that hopeful.
I walked into the room, forcing a small smile, my hands nervously clutching the ends of my saree.
Suparna Mukherjee( FL)
💭 You can do it suparna, you can do it 💭
But the moment his eyes landed on me, I saw it. That flicker of disappointment, the involuntary grimace, the way his face twisted as if he had been expecting something better.
Suparna Mukherjee( FL)
💭I knew it didn't I ?💭
He didn’t even try to hide it. I sat down quietly, my parents immediately engaging in small talk to fill the awkward silence that followed.
But Varun didn’t participate. He leaned over to his mother and whispered, loud enough for everyone to hear.
Varun roy
“Maa, I can’t marry her. Look at her… she’s so fat. And dark. She’s just not my type.”
I froze. I felt the words hit me like a slap across the face, burning and stinging.
I could see my mother’s nervous glance toward me, my father shifting uncomfortably in his seat. But no one said a word. Not a single word in my defense.
Varun continued, as if it wasn’t enough to shatter me just once.
Varun roy
“I don’t even like her, not even a bit. There’s no way I can do this.”
He leaned back, arms crossed, his disapproval written all over his face.
His mother, clearly embarrassed, gave an apologetic smile and said.
Radhika Roy
“I’m sorry. We can’t proceed further. My son doesn’t think this will work.”
And just like that, it was over. They stood up to leave, my parents nodding and thanking them for coming as if their insults were nothing more than a polite decline.
Suparna Mukherjee( FL)
💭I wanted to scream, to shout, to demand why no one—not even my own family—thought to defend me. Was I so unworthy that my dignity didn’t matter?💭
But I didn’t. I stayed silent, biting back the lump in my throat as they left. It wasn’t Varun’s words that broke me the most.
It was the silence of my parents—the people who should have stood by me, who should have told him to leave if he couldn’t respect their daughter.
Their silence told me everything: that my worth in their eyes was tied to whether or not someone like Varun would accept me.
Radhika Roy
"Maybe next time"
Aswini Mukherjee (Bua)
"The way is your daughter, I don't think anyone will marry her."
Susmita Apurba Mukherjee. ( FL mother)
"Didi!!"
Aswini Mukherjee (Bua)
"What didi ? Ask your daughter to eat less instead of pointing at me"
Susmita Apurba Mukherjee. ( FL mother)
*sigh***
My mother began cleaning the tea tray, her face tight with disappointment but not surprise.
And I? I went back to my room, closed the door, and stared at the mirror.
Suparna Mukherjee( FL)
"Don't cry , don't cry , you're strong"
I sat down on the bed and whispered to myself.
Suparna Mukherjee( FL)
"Maybe next time"
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