DESTINY: tale of love

SILENT PROMISES

सदियों से तरसे हैं
जैसी ज़िंदगी के लिए,
तेरी सोहबत में दुआएँ
हैं उसी के लिए,
तेरा मिलना है उस
रब का इशारा मानो,
मुझको बनाया तेरे जैसे
ही किसी के लिए।

Rushan's POV

I remember the way Shreya had walked into my office that day-confidence laced with an edge of discomfort. She wasn't here because she wanted to be; she was here because she had to be. And I couldn't help but wonder if this marriage was more of a burden to her than a partnership.

The moment my staff started their snide comments about her background, I could see Shreya tense up. She didn't deserve this, none of it. But before I could intervene, she had already taken a step forward, facing them with a strength I hadn't expected.

Her voice was steady as she shot back at them, defending herself with a fire in her eyes. I watched, speechless, as she shut down every insult, her words sharp but dignified. And in that moment, something stirred in me. Admiration, respect... and maybe something more.

She wasn't just any woman,she was my wife, and I felt an overwhelming need to protect her, even though she seemed fully capable of protecting herself.

I realized something important that day This woman had more strength in her than I had ever given her credit for.

I remembered she was so nervous to ask me about picnic. Is she scared of me?

That picnic was supposed to be a simple day of relaxation, but it turned into something else entirely when her family showed up. I hadn't expected the tension, the venom in their words, or the way they tried to tear us down.

They weren't just attacking Shreya-they were attacking me, my background, my very existence. Normally, I'd have responded, but something held me back. It wasn't fear. It was something deeper, a fear of hurting Shreya, of making things worse. So, I stayed quiet, observing, waiting.

But then, she stepped in-again, like a fierce lioness protecting her pride. The way she stood up for me, for us, made something shift inside me. I didn't need to speak because she was doing it for me, for us both. Her words were laced with anger, sure, but they were also filled with a kind of loyalty I hadn't seen before.

She wasn't just defending herself this time-she was defending me.

And that did something to me. It made me realize that this wasn't just about two people forced into a marriage of convenience.

This was about us . Maybe we weren't as different as I thought. Maybe we were in this together.

She asked me if her brother could stay with us. She said "my house" , oh god how should I tell this woman that it's our house . I want her to know what's mine is her's now.

That night in the kitchen, something changed. I don't know if it was the way her fingers brushed mine when she handed me that plate or the way her cheeks flushed when I teased her, but I saw a side of Shreya I hadn't noticed before.

She wasn't just the woman who stood up for herself and for me. She was... softer. More vulnerable. And for the first time, I found myself drawn to that side of her. I wanted to know more, to understand her, to be there for her.

I leaned in close and whispered, "Itna sharmaogi toh humari shaadi aage kaise badhegi?"

it wasn't just a tease. It was something more, something deeper. I wanted to see her smile, to make her laugh, to share a moment with her that wasn't filled with tension or anger.