All Maya’s dreams of a love match walked out the day Nirav left her in a tropical paradise. Years later, with no intention of following his mother’s plans for him, Nirav arranges his own marriage— to Maya. Can Maya accept a loveless marriage with a man she still loves?
Maya Patel lived in constant fear of the Orange Sadhu who had told her she would never find happiness in marriage. She would prove him wrong. Today, Maya planned to change her destiny and she wouldn’t let the gray door discourage her. Maya resisted the urge to fiddle with the zipper of her puffy coat and squared her shoulders. She had practiced answers to all possible questions and rehearsed how to be deferential to Sita auntie while not letting her intimidate Maya. It was going to be tough.
Maya focused on the goal. This was for herself. Even her parents didn’t know about this meeting with Sita auntie.
With a deep inhale and a silent prayer of Ohm Namah Shiva, Maya pressed the glowing disc of the doorbell. She’d been in this house hundreds of time, running in and out of the garage since she’d been four. But Sita auntie’s instructions were clear. This meeting was not because Maya was a family friend or even a fellow Gujarati. Maya was granted this meeting for business.
And marriage was business.
Maya was glad for that. No more relying on wishes. No more wallowing in the pain of a long-ago broken heart. No more praying and fasting for God to bring her the perfect husband. The curse was real. Now, the Orange Sadhu was about to meet his match. Mrs. Sita Desai was one of the most successful and exclusive matchmaker in their Gujarati community, and she was terrifying.