Vanshika Chauhan
"I wish you loved me as much as I love you."
Shivansh Nimavat
" You have to hate me cause love isn't for us."
♡ They both love each other but still can't show it ♡
*Their hearts wanted them to be together, but destiny didn't alway...
"लोग बदल्ते नहीं, उन्हें बदला जाता है जनाब, हर किसी को आपसे प्रेम नहीं, जो दिखाते हैं उनमें से अधिकतर पहने होते हैं नकाब।"
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Finally, the day arrived when my entire family gathered at my mom's side relatives' place except Papa. I had been eagerly waiting for this reunion, and my excitement was palpable. As I scanned the room, my eyes sparkled with joy, spotting some of my favorite cousins, whom I had missed terribly. We exchanged warm hugs and giggles, instantly reconnecting. But amidst all the chaos and chatter, my mind kept drifting to Kashvi's impending arrival. I couldn't help but wonder what juicy gossip she'd bring about Shivansh.
Why couldn't I shake off thoughts of him? It's just a harmless crush, right? Or so I kept telling myself. My heart skipped a beat at the mere mention of his name. I felt like a teenager again, experiencing the thrill of a secret infatuation. But I quickly pushed those feelings aside, reminding myself to focus on the present.
Before I knew it, my Nani's authoritative voice pierced through the air, "Beta, come sit with us." Typical - no asking, just ordering. I obediently made my way to the designated seating area, exchanging a playful roll of my eyes with my cousins. They knew exactly how I felt about these gatherings.
As I sat down, I noticed the familiar pattern of conversation unfolding before me. My relatives would discuss everything except how I was doing. No one asked about my interests, hobbies, or passions. All they cared about was whether I had mastered the art of household chores. "Vanshika, have you learned cooking?"Vanshika, do you know how to manage a household?" The questions swirled, making me feel like a domesticated robot.
I bit back a sarcastic retort, reminding myself to respect my elders. But honestly, couldn't they see beyond the confines of traditional expectations? Didn't they realize I had dreams and aspirations beyond the kitchen? I knew I could cook, and I took pride in that skill. But must it define me entirely?
