After a heavy lunch of mom’s rich Biryani, inconsequential small talk and unnecessary laughter, I went to sleep…sans the uncomfortable clothing, three layers of foundation and feigned cheerfulness. I thought no more of the guests…until…half an hour later, mom told me they wanted to give me a ring. My mind screamed: Too much Jald Baazi…but then the horse of time WAS galloping fast, if I didn’t run, I would be left far behind.

I got engaged.

Now…single again.

Bushra talks about 4 proposals and then the engagement.