When Annika, a science graduate, agrees to an arranged marriage chosen by her parents, she finds herself wedded to Shivaay Oberoi, her law professor with whom she had a rocky start. As they navigate the ups and downs of their new relationship, they...
This is a song from a Kannada Movie named Milana, which is a cult classic for arranged marriage and love after marriage troop.
Also I have used more my English brain in the figure of speeches and their inclusion here
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It was drizzling slightly in the late evening, and the atmosphere looked ethereal under the soft, misty veil of the chilling weather.
The faint glow of streetlights reflected off the wet pavement.
The sky was a mix of deep blues and purples, with a few stars shining through the clouds. The cold weather made the evening feel calm and peaceful as if everything was quietly waiting.
Annika and her parents walked together.
Annika's seven-month-pregnant belly made each step a bit slower, and she moved at a turtle's pace, her hand resting lightly on her growing bump for support. Her father walked beside her, offering his arm for support, and she gratefully accepted, leaning on him slightly as they moved forward.
Though words were scarce, the silence was not uncomfortable; it was the kind of silence that spoke volumes, where unspoken emotions and thoughts filled the space between them.
Annika's mother, Kusum, walked on the other side, close but not too close, as if giving her daughter the space she needed while still being there for her. She glanced at her daughter now and then, her eyes filled with concern and affection.
Ten minutes into the walk, her breath grew slightly difficult, and the weight of her pregnant belly made each step feel heavier.
Finally, unable to continue, Annika gently tugged at her father's sleeve, bringing his steps to a halt. "I'm tired," she said softly, her voice tinged with exhaustion and apology. "Aur nahi chala jata."
[Trans- I can't walk more.]
Bhanu immediately turned to her, concern etched on his face. Without a word, he nodded, his hand instinctively moving to support her.
"Bas, bas, beta," he said quietly, his voice broken but full of understanding. "We'll stop here. Tumhe zyada chala diya."
[Trans- We made you walk too much.]
He guided her to a nearby bench, helping her sit down carefully. Her mother, who had been walking slightly ahead, quickly returned to them, her face mirroring the same concern. As Annika settled onto the bench, she took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. Her father stayed close, his hand still on her arm, while her mother knelt beside her, offering her water.
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"Let's sit for a while," Annika said, leaning back against the bench's support, her voice soft. She glanced up at her parents with a tired smile. "Maa, Baba, aap bhi beto please."
