"Anyway," the grandmother continued, her eyes gleaming. "He might have been a scrawny servant, but he was incredibly handsome. He was completely perfect by my standards. So, I looked at him and thought, ''I am going to marry this man.'' And so, I boldly proposed to him."
She suddenly pointed an accusing finger at her blushing husband.
"And this damn bastard!" the grandmother barked. "He dared to reject me! He gave me some nonsense speech about how I was a noble lady and he was just a servant, and how he would never dare to tarnish my reputation... blah, blah, blah. My blood boiled. I was so angry! So, I gave him an ultimatum: 'Either you marry me, or you face my absolute wrath.'"
Heena leaned in, completely engrossed. "And what did he do?"
