"life is unexpected no one knows who you'll meet at what point of your life and what place they'll hold in your life" just like these two people who are about to get tied by unexpected fate
"Satakshi and Darsh made their way to the garden, the atmosphere a mixture of tension and awkward silence. The garden, however, was a peaceful escape, full of vibrant colors from a variety of flowers."
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" Darsh, for the first time that evening, seemed intrigued by something other than the idea of marriage. He gazed at the flowers, then glanced at Satakshi, breaking the silence. "
Darsh, his voice soft but curious: were all these flowers planted by you?
"Satakshi's eyes brightened at the question. She nodded eagerly, her love for the garden reflected in the excitement that filled her voice."
Satakshi, her tone animated as she spoke about her passion: Yes, every one of them. I've spent so many hours here, planting, taking care of them. Each one has a story. See this one here? It's called the 'Morning Glory,' because it blooms early in the morning. It reminds me of the quiet moments I cherish...
"She went on, sharing the stories behind the flowers, her passion for gardening becoming more evident with each word. Darsh listened, genuinely interested, his earlier reservations momentarily forgotten as he watched her with a kind smile. The air around them grew lighter, filled with the rhythm of their conversation. After a while, they sat on a bench under a tree, the evening light casting a soft glow over the garden. Satakshi felt a sense of peace she hadn't anticipated, yet the unease in her heart didn't dissipate."
"Satakshi, her mind still troubled, thought to herself, He's a nice man, calm and humorous...But still, I can't see him as a life partner, should I tell him about the whole truth? What if my father never forgives me?"
"Her internal struggle was interrupted by Darsh's voice, breaking the silence between them. "
Darsh, his voice thoughtful yet gentle: aapko kuch btana h, mujhe nhi lgta ye aapse chupna cahhiye. There was a girl I used to have a huge crush on. She was smart and kind, and I loved her for more than 7 years. But I never had the courage to tell her how I felt. When I finally decided to confess everything, I found out she was no longer single and was in a relationship. I believe there shouldn't be anything hidden between us, so I'm telling you all this. The truth is, I've never been able to love anyone else since then, and I don't want to ruin your life by pretending to be something I'm not. I don't smoke or drink, and I've never had any such habits. I did try drinking once, when I was in university, but that was the first and last time. So, that's everything. If you want to know more, feel free to ask.
"Satakshi was taken aback. His openness caught her off guard. But now, it was her turn to speak, and she was ready to reveal the truth, despite the vulnerability she felt."
Satakshi, her voice steady but tinged with sorrow: Then shall I tell you something as well? You can make your decision based on that. I had a relationship with a guy. He was my childhood best friend and also my classmate. When we were in 11th grade, he confessed, and we started dating. We dated for 7 years, all the way until I finished my master's. We were never in a physical relationship, not even a kiss. In 11th and 12th, we were still young, and we didn't meet much after school. School was the only place where we saw each other, so there was no kissing or anything beyond that.
"Darsh interrupted, his voice gentle but understanding."
Darsh, nodding as he spoke: It's okay. If she would've been single, I would've dated too. So, it's completely fine to have a past.
Satakshi, with a sad sigh, replied: but please hear me out, I don't want any guilt to torment me later on.
"Darsh nodded, silently urging her to continue, his expression a mixture of concern and patience. Satakshi took a deep breath, her eyes downcast as she began to speak again, recounting the painful truth of her past."
Satakshi, her voice quieter now, filled with hurt: After high school, we were in a long-distance relationship, but then he cheated on me. He lied to me for three whole years. Since then, I haven't had any faith in love or relationships. After that, I focused only on my studies and completed my MPhil. I just wanted to tell you this so that you understand—it's hard for me to expect anything from anyone. You know how difficult it is to forget someone you loved. Even if we do end up marrying because of our parents, I don't think I'll be able to fulfill the role of your wife properly. And I don't believe you'll be able to fulfill the role of a good husband either.
"Darsh, listening carefully, finally spoke, his voice calm yet acknowledging her pain."
Darsh, his words carrying empathy: I understand what you're saying.
"The conversation lingered in the air, heavy with the truth they had shared. They sat in silence for a moment, both feeling the weight of the words that had been spoken. It was clear that neither of them had expected the evening to unfold this way. Soon, Satakshi's sister-in-law called them from inside, and the moment was broken. They both stood up, making their way back inside. As they reached the door, Satakshi turned to Darsh with a small smile, her expression calm but resolute."
Satakshi, her voice quiet but meaningful: Make your decisions wisely.
"Darsh met her gaze, his eyes filled with understanding. He nodded slowly."
Darsh, with equal quietness: You too.
"The families exchanged polite goodbyes, and Darsh and his family departed, leaving Satakshi standing in the doorway, her thoughts a whirlwind of emotions as she watched them leave."
