He stared at the young girl in front of him. As far as he could recall, his parents arranged his marriage to this girl. A Zamindar's daughter and an Indian at that. What a bad taste. Zamindars needed the British government's support no wonder they're always trying to lick the boots of the British. Never thought he'd be the one having the bad luck of marrying one Indian. "So..it's you?" He asked her in a slight irritated tone.