It had been going so smoothly. Madhavi had at last been impressed with the credentials of the guy that her parents had suggested to her, enough to agree to meet him. The guy's family seemed very practical and open-minded, and hadn't cringed when she had asked to go out with the guy a couple of times before she decided. The guy himself - Dinesh - was a perfect gentleman, and kept her amused and engaged on both the times they had gone out together, and didn't ask a single WTH question. She had surprised herself when she went home after the second date and told her parents that she was ready to marry this guy.
Her parents were thrilled, and immediately started preparations for the engagement. They watched with amazement at their daughter smiling and laughing on the phone with Dinesh, and looked on with joy when she actually started making an effort to look good while going out with him.
It therefore came as a shock when Madhavi returned early from a date and announced that the engagement was off. Frantic questioning brought no response. Madhavi had totally zipped up. She didn't seem upset, though, said her sister.
Madhavi wasn't upset, oh no, but terribly disappointed. But she knew she had made the right decision. She couldn't possibly tell anybody the reason, not even her sister. They wouldn't understand. Dinesh was a wonderful guy, there was hardly any doubt about that. But no way, no way on earth could she marry a person who could wear a magenta-coloured silk shirt. No way.