"Is it true?", Jeni asked shaking my shoulder.

"Yes, why would I lie to you?", I said.

"He's extremely handsome and you are drop-dead gorgeous. You both will make a great pair.", Jeni said encircling her hand around my arms.

I blushed as soon as I heard those words.

"So, did you meet him?", Jeni asked.

"No, d. I said know he's from Chittor and he's my dad's friend's son. His parents came to my home to meet my father at that time they saw me and asked my hand in marriage.", I said.

"I can't believe this, Stella. When did we become that old?"

I didn't respond as I was busy, blushing.

"What's his name?", she asked.

"Oh, god, I didn't decide the name, still.", I thought.

"His name is...mm..mmm..."

"Why are you thinking to utter his name?"

"His name is John."

"Oh, John? Mrs. Stella John. Isn't it cool?", Jeni made fun of me.

"Keep quiet, Jeni.", I said.

"What? Don't tell me you're blushing. OMG, my friend is blushing."

"Shut up.", I said as teacher walked inside the class.

The class was silently listening to teacher's lecture. I was physically present but mentally absent. My mind was occupied with John's thoughts.

"What if Jeni finds out about John? No, no, I'll reveal the truth to her within a week.", I thought.

The bell rang and we all left the college. I was on the way to my house.

I was standing in the bus and the bus was very crowded. I don't know what was wrong. Today, the bus was very crowded.

I was feeling suffocated just then, I heard a voice.

"Madam, did you get a ticket?"

"One ticket to Vyasarpadi."

"Hey, look at that girl, she seems to be a college student but she doesn't look like a married woman.", I heard two girls talking about me and giggling.

"Aunty, please get two tickets for us, as well. Here's the money.", one of the girls giggled at me and said this.

"Excuse me, I'm also a college student like you, both."

"Sorry, aunty. You don't look like a college student but a mother of 10 kids.", she said and started giggling.

I turned my gaze and hid my tears from them.

I was humiliated.

After a few minutes, I got down from the bus and started walking towards my house.

"You're home? Come, darling.", my mother invited me, inside.

"What happened to mother? She always taunts me for being overeeight. Today, she's showering me with love.", I thought.

"This is my daughter, Stella."

I was welcomed by guests.

I greeted them.

"Jhansi, you look younger than your daughter. You look young, still."

"Oh, thank you. Actually, my daughter is overweight that is the reason why she looks too old."

"You can do something to lose your weight, right?", guest 1 asked me.

"No use talking to her. I have told her so many times to lose weight. She never listens and is always busy ordering food from Swiggy and Zomato. If she continues to do this, how will she be able to lose weight?", my mother taunted me.

"Stella, Look at your mom, how young she is. Don't you want to be beautiful, like her? Lose your weight, darling. If you don't get into shape, no guy will be willing to marry you."

I was heartbroken not because some third person spoke rubbish about me. It was because my mother was not ready to support me and humiliated me in front of everyone.

"Go and change your dress.", my mother ordered.

I nodded and rushed inside my room.

I sat on my bed and thought about the incidents which happened, today.

First, two girls in the bus made fun of me, then these guests after which my mother humiliated me for being fat. I'm done with this.

My parents also don't like me just because I'm fat. It's not that I didn't try. I tried to lose weight and I lost around 8 kgs. Later, I gained weight, again.

I have to reduce 15 kgs to reach my ideal weight.

I have been humiliated and bullied by  many in school for being fat.

I used to get scared when there used to be medical checkups in the school since they used to check our height and weight. After seeing my weight, my classmates used to make fun of me. I used to cry, silently hearing their hurtful words.

My fate has never changed till date.

My mother always used to taunt me saying who will marry me if I'm this big. My mother used to call me, fatty and when I confronted her, she used to tell me not to take it that seriously, I said it for fun.

That's not fun, you cannot call someone fat and say it's just for fun. My mother never had an idea how bad I felt when she used to call me, fatty.

I was recalling all these events and I didn't know when I dozed off.