PART 3

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As days turned into weeks, Naina and Arjun fell into an unspoken routine. She never explicitly planned to see him again, yet somehow, fate—or perhaps something deeper—brought them together time and time again. She would find herself walking down that same street, and there he would be, leaning casually against his rickshaw, as if waiting for her. Each time, they shared more of themselves, their connection growing stronger with every passing moment.

Naina's world—her luxurious life, social events, and polished friends—began to feel distant, like a part of her she couldn't relate to anymore. She still went to the parties and met her friends, but in her heart, she was always thinking about Arjun, about the simplicity and honesty he brought into her life. There was something so refreshing about him. He didn't care about status or appearances. He didn't need to impress her, and that made her fall for him more.

But with this new feeling came a growing unease. What would her family think? Her friends? They had always imagined her with someone from their world, a successful businessman or a celebrity, not a man who drove a rickshaw. How would they react if they knew the truth?

Naina tried to push these thoughts aside, focusing instead on the moments she shared with Arjun. Like the time they drove to the outskirts of the city, where the noise and crowds gave way to open skies and quiet roads. Or the evening they watched the sun set from the rickshaw, the orange and pink hues lighting up the sky as they sat in silence, soaking in the beauty of the moment.

One evening, after a particularly stressful day at work, Naina found herself dialing Arjun's number without a second thought. She didn't know what she needed—comfort, a distraction, or just his presence—but the sound of his voice immediately calmed her.

"Want to go for a drive?" she asked, her voice quieter than usual.

"Always," he replied, his tone warm and inviting.

Within minutes, Arjun pulled up in front of her apartment building. Naina climbed into the rickshaw, feeling a sense of relief wash over her the moment she saw him. As they drove through the quiet streets of the city, Naina found herself telling him everything—about her stressful job, the pressure of living up to everyone's expectations, and the weight of keeping their growing relationship hidden from the people around her.

Arjun listened quietly, his gaze steady on the road, but his presence was enough to make her feel understood. He didn't offer advice or try to fix things. He just was, and that was all she needed.

After a while, Arjun parked the rickshaw by the sea, the same spot where they had watched the waves weeks ago. This time, however, there was a different kind of silence between them. It wasn't just comfortable; it was charged with something more—a question that had been lingering between them for a while.

"Naina," Arjun finally said, his voice soft but serious, "why are you so afraid to let people know about us?"

The question hung in the air, heavy and unavoidable. Naina had been dreading this moment, but she knew it was time to face it.

She turned to him, her heart pounding. "It's not that I'm ashamed of you, Arjun. I could never be. But... my family, my friends—they won't understand. They expect me to be with someone from... my world. Someone who fits into the life they've planned for me."

Arjun's eyes met hers, a mix of understanding and something else—something more vulnerable. "And what about what you want, Naina? Do you care about what they think more than what you feel?"

His words struck a chord deep within her. All her life, Naina had been living up to other people's expectations, rarely questioning what she wanted. But now, sitting here with Arjun, the man who had completely changed her idea of love, she was starting to wonder if it was time to live for herself.

"I don't know," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. "I've never been in a situation like this. I've never felt this way before."

Arjun nodded, his gaze softening. He reached out and gently took her hand, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. "I'm not asking you to make any decisions right now. But I need to know if this is real for you. Because it is for me."

Naina's breath hitched in her throat. She had known this was coming, but hearing him say it out loud made it all the more real. This wasn't just a fling or a passing attraction. This was something deeper, something that could change her life in ways she hadn't anticipated.

"It is real," she whispered, her eyes locking with his. "I just... I'm scared of what comes next."

Arjun leaned closer, his voice steady but filled with emotion. "Whatever comes next, we'll face it together. But only if you're ready."

The sincerity in his words made Naina's heart swell. She knew he was right. She couldn't keep hiding, couldn't keep pretending that what they had was something she could ignore or walk away from. But the fear of confronting her world—her family, her friends, and everything she had known—still lingered in the back of her mind.

For a long time, they sat there in silence, watching the waves crash against the rocks. The night was calm, the stars twinkling above them, as if the universe itself was holding its breath, waiting for her to make a choice.

And in that quiet moment, Naina realized something. Love didn't always come wrapped in a perfect package. It didn't always fit into the boxes we tried to force it into. Sometimes, love was messy, complicated, and unexpected. But that didn't make it any less real.

She turned to Arjun, her hand still in his, and smiled. "I'm not ready to tell the world yet. But I'm ready to stop hiding from myself."

Arjun's face broke into a smile, the kind that made her heart race. "That's all I needed to hear."

They stayed by the sea for a little while longer, the weight of unspoken promises and shared hopes hanging in the air. For the first time in her life, Naina felt like she was exactly where she was supposed to be—not in the world her family had built for her, but in the one she was creating for herself.

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