Veera squeezed Kareena’s arm. “Don’t be like that. I’m sure everyone would’ve come to support you. Thirty is a big deal.”
“But only because we make it that way,” Kareena said.
Her best friends, the same ones she’d met during freshman orientation at Rutgers, the only other Punjabi girls in her seminar classes, watched her, patiently waiting for her to adjust her glasses, step up on her proverbial soapbox, and explain.
“At thirty, people have all these expectations of how many life milestones I should’ve achieved, but how can I do any of those things when I don’t have enough money to buy my mother’s home, my car is still in a shed in my backyard, and trying to find true love makes me nauseous? Even though that’s what I want. And in the past few months, that’s all I’ve been able to think about.”
Veera and Bobbi glanced at each other then back at Kareena.
“What do you mean?” Veera asked. “You’ve been thinking about true love? Like . . . dating?”
Kareena nodded. “I have the job I want. Now it’s time to get the family I want.”
“Girl, sometimes, life doesn’t go according to your spreadsheets and timelines,” Bobbi said. “Finding love may take some time.”
“Which I don’t have,” Kareena said.
“Wait, you said your dad has the money, right?” Veera asked. “Are you going to . . .”
“Try to find a guy in time to get engaged and ask for my dad’s wedding gift to pay off the house?” Kareena downed the rest of her drink. “That’s the idea.” She’d been thinking about it all day. Even if she put less than 20 percent down for the mortgage, she wouldn’t be able to afford the house. It was in a prime location and way out of her price range. Getting married was the only option she had.
“I thought you wanted hearts, flowers, and romance,” Veera said. “Please tell me you’re not giving that up.”
Kareena shook her head. “I’m making one promise to myself in this whole mess. I have to fall in love with this person before I commit to marry him. I want heart eyes, and racing pulse. Romantic gestures, and conversations about forever. I want all of it. He’ll be my jeevansathi even though our falling-in-love journey will be a little shorter than expected.”
“Jeevansathi,” Veera said. Her expression became dreamy, and she clasped her hands together. “That word is so romantic isn’t it? Life partner. For someone who puts up quite a shield, it won’t be easy, Kareena.”
“Like a needle in a fucking haystack,” Bobbi added bitterly.
“Oh, I know. My dad hinted at the same thing. And there is a good chance I won’t win. But I have to try. For my mom.” And for myself, Kareena thought. The house meant so much to her, but it would be meaningless if she had an arranged marriage that was built on compromise only. She didn’t want her life partner to be practical. She wanted him to be . . . well, she had a list.
“Where are you going to find these guys?” Veera asked. She grabbed a naan and began tearing it into small pieces.
“I think online is my only choice, to be honest.”
“Online can work, but consider other dating options,” Veera said. “People treat online dating profiles like they’re shopping on Amazon Prime, and it can burn you out emotionally.”
“Did you know Indians are doing singles cruises now?” Bobbi said with a grin. “And the moms go with their kids.”
“Yeah, I’m not going to do that,” Kareena said. “I have a short list of websites, and if I can’t find someone that way, then I may try a professional matchmaker or something.”
Bobbi and Veera glanced at each other.
“What?” Kareena snapped.
“Honey,” Veera said softly. “There may be one option you haven’t thought about.”
“The devil works hard, but desi aunties work harder,” Bobbi said.
Kareena volleyed between her best friends, and she saw the truth written all over their faces. The thought was so ludicrous that she almost bolted from her chair. “Absolutely fucking not!” she burst out. “The aunties are like loose cannons. Involving them would be disastrous. Besides, I want true love, not a clinically arranged match.”
“Your aunties are fierce,” Bobbi said. “They are your mom’s best friends and if anything, they’ll be as picky as, if not worse than, you. They know that they’ll have to find someone who is your true love.”