Dating Dr. Dil (If Shakespeare was an Auntie #1)(63)
Her grandmother’s lips puckered, accentuating the deep wrinkles around her mouth. “Oh, don’t be such a drama queen. Why can’t you do what we ask of you and just help your sister, and be a good girl?”
Kareena hated that every time they had this conversation, a piece of her heart cracked. “Because I’m not the hired help here.”
“Watch your tone with me,” Dadi snapped. She looked so much older than the last time Kareena really looked at her. She had deep-set lines in her face, bracketing her permanent frown. “I may be old, but I haven’t lost my senses yet. You’re being disrespectful now.”
And that was how almost all their arguments went, Kareena thought. Dadi would call her disrespectful just because Kareena didn’t agree with her. As much as she loved her grandmother, there was something fundamentally wrong with their relationship, too.
She remembered her conversation with Prem the weekend before. He’d mentioned how difficult a relationship he had with his mother, and Kareena had to wonder why it was so much harder for South Asians to break ties with those who loved yet caused the most hurt.
Kareena strode through the house as she checked the location of her driver. She couldn’t do anything about her relationship with her grandmother right now. She had too many other things on her mind that she had to sort out. She needed some space, some time to just think.
Prem’s offer lingered over her head like a dark cloud. If she saw him now, then he’d definitely convince her to accept.
Dadi continued to ramble on in her mix of languages before Kareena cut her off.
“I’m leaving,” Kareena said to Dadi when she reached the front door. “Please tell Bindu to handle her own wedding. And please remind Dad that he has two kids.” She shut the door behind her and ran to the curb where a black Volkswagen was waiting for her. She verified the license plate, then slid in the back seat. After rubbing the heel of her hand against her aching chest, Kareena knew that there was no way that she could meet Prem now. She was running out of time. She just needed a little more time to save her home.
Kareena squeezed her eyes shut and took two deep breaths before she scrolled through her phone to find Prem’s number.
“I think with the careers we’ve chosen, and some of the pressures we feel in our community, burnout is a real problem. But burned out or not, I’ll still fight for my patients.”
“I’d fight for my clients, too,” Kareena said. “And my family and friends. I’d even fight for the things that mattered to my mother. Her memories.”
“That’s a lot of fighting, Rina. Do you ever get tired of doing it alone?”
“Yes, but some people are worth the burnout.”
Kareena tapped on Prem’s name in her phone and closed her eyes as she pressed her phone to her ear.
“Hey,” he said, his voice warm and intimate. “I’m a few minutes from the train station. Are you there yet?”
She shook her head, then tried to swallow the lump in her throat. Why was this hard? This shouldn’t be difficult. They were just messing around. Getting to know each other. Exploring a, what was it? A connection.
“Prem,” she said, her voice croaking. “I-I’m not coming tonight.” She desperately wanted to be with him, to talk to him, to tell him how fucked-up it was that she was doing all this. And that desperation for Prem was exactly why she couldn’t go.
There was a pause. “What is it? Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, it’s just that—”
She’d cut herself off right before she could tell him that she was supposed to help her sister with wedding planning. No. No, she wasn’t going to lie to him.
“Rina, honey? What is it?”
“I . . . I can’t tonight,” she said. “My father met with the real estate agent, and I realized how little time we have. I need to at least try—”
“You don’t have to!” he burst out. “You don’t have to date anybody. That’s the whole point! Just be practical for once, Kareena.” His voice was taking on an edge. The sound of a car horn echoed in the background.
She could feel her own anger beginning to surface. “I don’t think it’s fair for you to judge me when you’re obviously biased.”
“I’m not judging you for saying no,” he said.
She had to pause at his strange choice of words. “But you’re still judging?”
“Kareena, maybe you haven’t found love yet because your understanding of love doesn’t exist. Your mother died when you were really young. Are you sure what you remember is love between your parents, or just a few choice memories of happiness because your mom had you?”
The question was like a knife digging below her rib cage. “Just because your parents have a shitty love marriage doesn’t mean that love marriages can’t happen, Prem. That they can’t sustain a relationship.”
“And just because your parents had a great love marriage doesn’t mean that love kept them together for so long, Kareena.”
She pinched the bridge of her nose and leaned against the seat back. “Look, I’m calling to cancel because I need to figure out what to do. I’ve told you this before, and I’ll say it again. If I agree with your plan, it’ll make it a hundred times harder for me when we’re done. You know what desi men can be like. Hell, men in general! And the desi community? They don’t forget anything, and they’ll remember that not only did I publicly humiliate myself on YouTube, but Dr. Dil and I didn’t work.”