Ravi recalled the man who was similar to an ice sculpture and nodded sympathetically causing Arlen to laugh.
"I am not sure how to ask this...em"
"Three husbands?" Arlen said, chuckling as he opened the car for Ravi to enter inside and shut it after him. It was not like a surprise for those in the Capital and Arlen had seen books and novels that so represented the plot of what people thought brought about the rare marriage.
He watched Ravi look embarrassed for a second and laughed.
"It is even more melodramatic than the play we saw now."
Ravi sat up, looking at him with interest, "Really?"
Arlen nodded, "My grandfather had only one child. My mother. He is a more patriarchal kind of person so my mother had to continuously prove herself to him in order to be recognized as heir to our family. Well, he still refused unless she got married. That was the only way he could hand over the family to her. He would only be assured if there was a man next to her."
