'Maharashtrian?' Her mom said in a loud voice. 'Zia have you lost it. Inter-religion marraige??? You really think we will allow you for this?' 'Where does he stay? And where is he working? His education?' Dad asked before zia could answer mom. 'Dad he's an engineer too and works in sterling shopping company as a technical field engineer.' 'Shipping company?? Offshore sea job. Right?' 'Yes dad..' Zia could see her dad's expressions changing. His nostrils were blowing as he was taking faster breaths. 'Where does he stay?' 'Ghatkopar..' 'Area??' 'Ambedkar nagar, east..'
Zia's dad walked straight upto her and asked 'Have you been at his home?' Zia was taken aback at his question..'No dad. Never..' 'You should have you idiot. Its a slum area.. no surprise my little daughter got trapped in such a bas**** trap' 'Dad . Please don't abuse like this. And I know he is from slums.. But so what dad. If you meet him you will not even know it.. he's that good & decent.. ' zia's mom interrupted 'Oh. You are terrified of rats and insects, do you think you will be able to spend your life in that 10*10cm zhopadpatti??' 'No mom. I can't. But i said we both are engineers. We will buy our own home soon in future.. ' Zia was trying hard convincing her parents. 'Yes jenn. Homes are getting saled in grocery stores nowadays.. we idiots spend years and years to buy this little place.. now this maharashtrian boy will teach us to buy a home.. Mind u zia, iv known many such worthless offshore engineers in my career. Buying a home can't even fit in their dreams. What a third grade choice you have zia. Stop building castles in the air, and listen carefully, i am against your relationship. Is that clear?'