Let me be your peace (On Hold)

Chapter-2:Conflicting Desires

Have you ever been in a situation where there seems to be a war ongoing between your mind and heart. It feels like your heart wants something but your mind is against it. I had always thought that before marrying, I will have my own company. I wanted to become a business women. I wanted to earn so much money that I never even have to think about anything before spending it.

I guess, it's common. We middle class people always have this thought somewhere in our mind. Is it wrong for a girl to be ambitious, to be career-oriented and to be money-minded? Should only boys be like this? Why can't a girl fulfill her dreams that she had always seen since her childhood. The dreams that she had lived in her head.

And yet, the story, so often, takes a turn that feels familiar, almost scripted by the expectations of society. Is this longing that stirs within me, the desire to rise above financial constraints, somehow unique to middle-class existence?Well, it seems my dream will be a dream only. But life has its own way of molding dreams, sometimes shaping them into something that feels foreign, and at times, abandoning them on the path less traveled. Yesterday, after another day of work's monotonous routine, my father approached me with news that seemed to shift the very ground beneath me. A proposal had came, emerging from a well-established family residing in the bustling heart of Mumbai-a family known to us through the bonds of my sister's marriage. They hailed from Jaipur, Rajasthan, their accomplishments embroidered with a thread of flourishing businesses.But is being rich is what matters in a relationship? Does being rich has anything to do with the person you are going to spend your whole life with? To some extent it does but what matters the most is respect and loyalty which are hard to find in this world. Money comes and go right but once we lose a person he never come back.

kanha ji, tell me what should I do? I don't want to marry now. I have many dreams which I want to live. But when my parents were talking about this relation, they seem genuinely happy. I don't wanna hurt them. I perused his biodata-handsome, his eyes bearing an enigmatic depth that beckoned me to unravel its mysteries.He has something in his eyes that makes me want to get lost in it and never come back again. There's a sternness about him, a resoluteness that piqued my curiosity. However, it's a mistake to paint judgment solely based on appearances. What about his family? Will they embrace me as one of their own, or will they bear the semblance of antagonists from melodramatic TV series? Could I be fortunate enough to receive their love and support, transforming their image from potential villains into allies?

With these thoughts swirling, sleep finally overtook me.

From his perspective,

In a world often painted in shades of complexity, there's a single image that occupies the forefront of my thoughts-the portrait of a woman whose beauty transcends mere physicality. A well of innocence resides within those eyes, a purity that seems to radiate warmth and sincerity. Her petite nose enhances her charm, rendering her not just beautiful, but endearingly adorable. Her cute little nose increasing her beauty , at the same time making her cute.The cascade of her long ebony hair stirs an inexplicable desire within me-to touch it, to feel the silkiness as it slides between my fingers. Her pink lips makes me want to listen to her day and night. Sitting gracefully in a pink lehanga, a dimple smile adorning her face makes me die for her innocent beauty.

It's not like I have never seen anyone more beautiful than her, but for me she is the most beautiful women I have ever laid my eyes on. And the innocence those eyes possess make me want to protect her from evil things. I had never fathomed that a single photograph could conjure such a symphony of emotions within me. But I must restrain myself, remain composed in her presence. But one thing for sure, if she does bestow upon me the privilege of being her life partner, I am prepared to cherish her, honor her, and hold her in the highest regard.

Amid these reflections, sleep beckons, as dreams intertwine with the allure of her enchanting presence.

Seems like our Abhiraaj is already whipped for her Meera.

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