The Bride's Father
And indeed, what could be done now?
The seven pheres have been taken, the vows of fidelity have been exchanged, and all the mantras have been unerringly chanted: for the next six lives and this one, the daughter of Lakirdas will serve as a wife to this impostor - an ugly, elder cousin of the man who was supposed to marry his daughter. Had the sehra, the customary veil of bridegroom: his flowery deception, been lifted before the rites were performed, Lakirdas would have beaten him to death in a single blow of stick. But now that this man is his daughter's keeper what could be done or undone?
Surrounded by only his closest relatives, Lakirdas cries cursing his fate at a corner of the party lawn. They chide him, console him, and then, they counsel. The TV, the fridge, the jewelry, the household items - all of them will be used by his daughter, but what use could an air conditioned car be for this man? He works on a farm, not in any computer company in city. Don't let him have the car, they say. These fraudsters played with your trust, they had the gaunt to cheat you on your land, in your village, you can't just let them have it all.
Having cried all his tears already, he now hastily bids his daughter wishes and rushes towards a truck parked at a distance. The car needs to be smuggled out or rumors here will spread.