"But I don't want to marry her!" I exclaimed, my voice laden with desperation, echoing through the tension-filled room. My pleading eyes darted towards my mother, desperately seeking a glimmer of support in her gaze, silently hoping she would defy my father's unwavering decision. "Mother…! Say something..! Please…" I crumbled to the cold floor, tears streaming down my cheeks in an unrelenting cascade of despair.
Infuriated by my resistance, my father seized me by the hair, his grip unyielding, and forcibly dragged me into the foreboding depths of the basement. Resigned to my predetermined fate, I offered no resistance, the hopelessness settling over me like an oppressive shroud.
In the subterranean darkness, my father unleashed a brutal torrent of violence upon me, coupled with a relentless brainwashing session aimed at breaking my spirit. He demanded that I wear a facade of happiness in front of the impending bride, an unsettling expectation to maintain the illusion of our purportedly 'perfect' family. To him, manipulating my thoughts and reshaping my mind to conform to his ideals was an acceptable means to an end. As for my mother, she stood by passively, complicit in her silence, allowing my father's unchecked authority to reign over our lives.
As the doorbell resonated through the oppressive atmosphere, I rushed to answer it, plastering a forced smile across my face. Opening the door, I was met with the sight of my designated wife. Behind me, my father, now wearing a false grin, greeted her with a calculated charm, his hand resting possessively on my shoulder—a puppet in his orchestrated spectacle of the 'perfect' family.