Sukhpreet Kaur
The soft chime of my phone broke through the quiet of the afternoon, pulling me from the depths of my thoughts as I reached to answer it. Glancing at the caller ID, I saw that it was my sister, Jasleen, calling—a rare occurrence that piqued my curiosity.
"Hey, Jasleen," I greeted her, my voice filled with warmth and affection. "What's up?"
There was a moment of hesitation on the other end of the line, followed by a deep breath that sounded almost like a sigh. "Sukhi," Jasleen began, her voice tinged with nervousness, "there's something I need to tell you."
I felt a twinge of concern at the seriousness in her tone, my mind racing with a million possibilities of what she could be about to say. "Is everything okay?" I asked, my voice laced with concern.
Jasleen hesitated for a moment before speaking, her words tumbling out in a rush as though she couldn't hold them back any longer. "I... I have a boyfriend," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper.
A smile spread across my face at her revelation, my heart swelling with happiness for her. "Jasleen, that's wonderful news!" I exclaimed, unable to contain my excitement. "Tell me everything. How did you meet him? What's he like?"
As Jasleen launched into the story of how she had met her boyfriend and the whirlwind romance that had ensued, I listened with rapt attention, hanging on her every word. It was clear from the way she spoke that she was head over heels in love, her voice filled with a joy and excitement that was infectious.
"I'm so happy for you, Jasleen," I said, my heart overflowing with love for my sister. "You deserve all the happiness in the world."
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line before Jasleen spoke again, her voice soft and hesitant. "I was scared to tell you," she admitted, her vulnerability shining through in her words. "I didn't know how you would react."
Tears welled in my eyes at her confession, the depth of her fear a stark reminder of the barriers we had both faced in our pursuit of love and happiness. "Jasleen, you never have to be afraid to tell me anything," I reassured her, my voice filled with conviction. "You're my sister, and I love you no matter what."
As we talked late into the night, sharing stories and laughter and dreams for the future, I felt a sense of gratitude wash over me for the bond that we shared. For in the quiet moments between words, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, we would always have each other, united in the unbreakable bond of sisterhood.
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When Love Lasts✔️
RomanceSukhpreet Kaur, an 18-year-old girl, was born to Indian immigrants who had migrated to the United States in search of a better life. Her parents were traditional and held onto their Indian roots, but they were also modern in their thinking. They had...