Three Sisters

By Joey Matthew

The three beautiful sisters, Noami, Diane & Sonia were born and brought up in Kerala state, India. This book traces their life from their childhood until they graduated from College,got married and settled down in different parts of the world.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Joey Matthew
• Release date: Jun 21, 2011
• ISBN: 9781458075192

Joey Matthew

After completing a doctorate degree in the Sciences, Joey Matthew began teaching college in the United States. Joey has written several books including: America for the Newbie; Caretaker or Predator; Do More With Less; Dotting Parents, Jailbirds; Lovers Beware; Me, Nisa & Texas; My Algebra Teacher; Olivia's Revenge; One That Got Away; Sara Says I Do, But...; The Confitent; Three Sisters; Burning Bed; To Diet or Not To Diet, University Equals Degree Plus Hubby; Who Got the Girl?; Joe Takes WhiteHouse; and Twist of Fate.

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Three Sisters

By Joey Matthew

Smashwords Edition

Copyright © 2011 Joey Matthew

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Chapter One

That conniving witch, who the fuck she thinks, she is? Prof. Rajan glanced agonizingly at the letter in his hand. He smelled it, but nothing. The silly girl didn’t even bother to perfume the letter before mailing it to him. The good professor had to wait a long time for Naomi to finally write him a reply, prolonging his agony by the day, until he thought he couldn’t take it anymore. For anyone to say that he was totally devastated would be an understatement. Tears were streaming down his already reddish cheeks yet again; he looked at the letter in his right hand and the rope in his left hand.

The only sounds that could be heard in the house were the clucking sounds made by the chicken in the backyard and the revving noise of the ceiling fan that kept the room cool. A fresh breeze from the nearby paddy fields wafted through the open windows bringing with it the fresh scent from the garden nearby, keeping both man and nature in sync.

Prof. Rajan glanced one more time at the fan whirling overhead; he was at crossroads wanting to make a final decision. The dashing young man in question was only twenty-four years old and taught English at a rural college in Kerala state, about one-thousand-three-hundred miles south of New Delhi, in South India.

The year was nineteen-eighty-two and Indira Gandhi was the prime minister; Prof. Rajan was madly in love with one of his pretty students. It was love at first-sight, as he described it to his friends. Although well versed in the English Literature, he was a novice when it came to matters of the heart, and there were no published books on the subject available at the time to steer him in the right direction!

When Indian parents taught their kids everything there is to learn about life, the one thing they never mentioned was love or sex for that matter. Whatever they learned about the birds and the bees came from either school — a chapter in the biology book at the time was dedicated to reproduction — or unauthorized sources such as their friends. The common wisdom dictated that marriages are arranged by the elders and that the boys and girls learned all that is necessary for wedded bliss from each other. Books and movies were another source newly married couples sought to jumpstart their wedded bliss. Falling in love with the opposite sex was seldom heard of in that part of the country, and was strongly discouraged by both parents and society. A town where everyone knew everybody else’s business, sneaking around was a no-go from the start.

The offending letter Prof. Rajan was squarely focused on, was from his student Naomi with whom he felt a strong connection. He loved her with all his heart. The poor man was even willing to sacrifice his life at her altar. Anything for love, was his mantra, but she was not buying any of it. He had finally summoned enough courage to write her a letter expressing his undying devotion for her. He had a graduate degree from a reputable university and a full-time job to boot. Any Indian girl would be only too happy to marry a man like him; he didn’t even ask for a dowry for heaven’s sake!

The going rate for a bachelor in his standing at the time was a cool one million rupees. He was even willing to forego the dowry, but this seventeen year old vixen had refused him, without even a second thought to his reputation. He had promised to worship her, was willing to give her the stars and the moon, and all he wanted for her to do in return was to say Yes, to his marriage proposal. He had enough love for the two of them. It was only a question of time before Naomi would begin to eat from the palm of his hand — if only she would open her heart just a tiny little bit!

Those days, villages in India arranged marriages between total strangers and the newlyweds hoped to fall in love with each other after the wedding ceremony, when they are forced to live together starting with their first night of matrimony. This prescription worked very well for centuries and Prof. Rajan knew that eventually Naomi would fall in love with him too.

It has been widely accepted that roommates do tend to fall in love, when forced to spend time together — day-in and day-out. This also is true in the case of strangers living together as married couples after a quickly arranged wedding ceremony. Before the couple gets a chance to start disagreeing on anything, the arrival of the little ones would start. Then of course, life would get really complicated to worry about any marital issues, which would seem trivial considering the situation the family is in!

At present though, of the ten million or so marriages that take place in India, only ninety percent of them are truly arranged by parents. The rest are love marriages, owing to the fact that boys and girls meet up in college and tend to fall in love, in spite of all the morals taught to them by their traditional-minded parents!

All Prof. Rajan was asking Naomi was, for a chance at wedded bliss with him at her side. Even in arranged marriages, most boys and girls are given a chance to express their like or dislike for a potential mate before the I-do’s. Considering this fact, the families often arrange to view as many potential suitors as possible, before settling on a particular candidate suitable for their family background as well as the amount of wealth each candidate would bring to the table. The decision is not lightly made by the two families, as the couple is destined to live together for the rest of their lives. Even little things could make a big difference in their happiness.

Conventional wisdom dictates that marrying the one who loves you, would bring handsome rewards at the end. Unrequited love often ends up with tragic consequences, irrespective of the wealth or surroundings that put the two of them together in the first place. Age differences, especially when the woman is a lot older than the man has also been shown to contribute to marital discord as evidenced from famous cases in the news media. The total absence of pre-marital sex in arranged marriages ensures that the alliance is purely based on individual merit as well as family credentials and not on just sexual compatibility alone. In the latter case, when the sex starts to suck, the partners look elsewhere for satisfaction, and the marriage fizzles along the way as is evidenced from the multiple divorce cases that adorn the news media, especially in the western countries!

It was a match made in heaven for the professor and his adorable student and he knew that the very first day, when he had observed Naomi sitting in the second row of his English class. She was wearing a canal cruiser striped dress with an oversized brown belt. Deep navy blue stripes adorned the background, which was of luscious cream. The soft cotton-blend material was seamed and paneled to create an ultra-flattering fit that would make any man swoon! It sure had an instant effect on Prof. Rajan and his libido.

He surely had a hard time concentrating on his lesson of the day — bedazzled would be a better word to describe his temperament, when such a luscious figure was sitting right in front of him, with her eyes squarely planted on him throughout the whole period. He was melting right in front of her. At this rate he wouldn’t last much long. To onlookers he simply appeared to be sweating profusely whenever he was in Naomi’s class!

The outfit Naomi was sporting that day had plenty of elastic in it to show off her curves. The dress even had a hidden side zipper. Naomi was barely eighteen years old and ever since he started teaching there, she was the best looking thing that ever walked into his classroom. He was in dreamland whenever Naomi was in his lecture hall. Anyone watching him closely would have been able to sense the droplets of saliva that dripped down his cheeks every time he glanced in her direction. To describe how he was able to teach his class under such bizarre circumstances was short of a miracle. He would die for just a tiny little smile from the buxom beauty!

The dress Naomi was sporting that day was an exact replica of a dress Prof. Rajan had his eye on, when he was shopping for his younger sister for her upcoming birthday celebration. But his mom, who accompanied him, had warned him that it was too sexy for his little sister. Finally, he had settled for a more conservative dress for the girl. He knew his mother had a point; the dress could be a trap, turning out to be too sexy for her own good. He could visualize now, I’m so sorry; she was just too hot!

Rape cases were very rare in that part of the country, but the main reason was the proactive parents who kept their daughters plain — without makeup — and guarded the women twenty-four/seven. The only time the young women were out of parental supervision was at the schools run mostly by Catholic nuns, who watched them like hawks. Boys and girls were separated in their respective classes until fourth grade, after which the boys were unceremoniously shipped off to a different boys-only-school. Even the few schools that admitted both boys and girls — God forbid — the boys would be segregated in a separate building away from the girls, thereby avoiding any accidental interaction as well as any unplanned pregnancy!

In India, girls are encouraged to dress modestly until they are married to keep potential Romeos at bay. Parents go all out to make this happen by forcing their daughters to wear baggy clothes and to make them look as ordinary as possible. One look at them and one might think that all those girls were destined for the convent. It was