Precious Desire

Chapter 3 : "I'll marry her"

**RUDRAKSH POV**

I woke to the soft glow of morning light filtering through my window. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and stretched, the muscles in my arms and legs awakening slowly.

As i was ready to go to my indoor gym , I heard a soft knock at my door. It was my father, Abeer, entering with that familiar blend of warmth and urgency.

"Good morning, Rudra," he said, his voice steady but laced with concern. "Can we talk for a moment?"

I nodded, knowing his father's conversations often revolved around weighty topics. We settled in the small alcove near the window, where sunlight poured in, illuminating the room with a golden hue.

"I've been thinking about your future," My father began, a seriousness etched across his face. "You're getting older, son. It's time to consider marriage."

I felt a tightness in my chest. "Dad, I'm focused on my career and I don't have time for that. And most importantly i just hate the concept of marriage it just waste of time there is no such girl who will look after us and this house."

"But you need to start thinking about settling down," my father insisted. "Life is about more than just work. You'll want someone to share your life with. It's not just a requirement; it's a partnership that enriches your journey."

I sighed, knowing the conversation was heading into familiar territory. "I appreciate your concern, but I'm not ready. I want to figure things out on my own first."
My father's brow furrowed, disappointment flickering in his eyes. "Just promise me you'll consider it. Don't dismiss the idea outright. It's important."

Before i could respond, my father stood up, the air thick with unspoken words. "I'll leave you to it, then. Just think about what I said." With that, he exited the room, leaving a palpable silence in my wake.

I shook off the weight of the conversation and headed to the gym, pushing through sets of weights and cardio, each movement a distraction from the looming thoughts about marriage and expectations. The familiar burn of exercise dulled the internal struggle, but it was only temporary.

After hours of lifting, i returned to my room, showered, and stood in front of the mirror, trying to shake off his father's words. I need to focus on myself-my career-yet the notion of marriage lingered stubbornly in my mind.

Dressed in a black shirt and pant with coat, Rolex watch on wrist , i made my way to the dining area. The room was filled with the comforting smell of breakfast, yet a stillness hung in the air. My family sat around the table, each lost in their own thoughts, the clinking of utensils the only sound breaking the silence.

As servent poured a cup of coffee, the weight of my father's request pressed down harder. Was marriage really a requirement? I watched my family, noting how they interacted, the quiet understanding. Perhaps my father was right.

Suddenly, breaking the silence, i spoke, in cold voice but clear, "I'll marry her."

The room fell silent, heads turning toward me in surprise. My heart raced, the admission leaving a strange taste in my mouth. They hadn't even processed what i just said fully. It was as if the words had been pulled from somewhere deep inside, breaking free from the constraints i had built around them.

My brothers eyes widened, and my father looked momentarily stunned. The atmosphere shifted, the weight of expectation now morphing into something almost tangible.

"Who is 'her'?" his younger brother finally asked, the curiosity evident in his tone.

I shrugged, the moment of certainty slipping through my fingers as quickly as it had appeared. "I don't know yet. But I'm ready."

The conversations around the table resumed, but my mind remained distant. I had spoken, but what did it mean? Would i truly follow through? The idea of marriage now felt like a path i could not escape, one my father had pushed me toward, whether he was ready or not.

As the meal continued, i found myself lost in thought, wrestling with the realization that my life was on the brink of something new, whether i wanted it or not.

"Ok so now that he is ready i want to tell you all something about the girl" he said being very happy as if the 5 year old kid got his favourite toy.

"Her name is Mahi she is 23 year-old she is an orphan but his friend's uncle has supported her alot," he began, a smile spreading across his face. "She's a wonderful person-intelligent, kind, and driven. She graduated at the top of her class in arts."

I listened, a mix of frustration and irritation. "What else?" my brother Shivansh asked, trying to gauge this unknown girl.

"She has a passion for dancing or to be more precise she wants to open her own dance classes, although she is teaching her dance in a orphanage with good salary which is good for her servival" my father continued, his eyes lighting up. "She volunteers at a local shelter every weekend. Her heart is in the right place, and she believes in making a difference."

I nodded, and this time shaurya asked being a little excited. "And?"

"And," he added, leaning in slightly, "she's also someone who values family. She understands the importance of relationships, and I believe she'd fit right into ours." he said looking straight into my eyes trying to make me believe in his words.
My younger brother felt a twinge of uncertainty. "But Dad, what if bhai sa don't feel ready for this?"

My father placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "veer, love can grow over time. What matters is the foundation of mutual respect and understanding. I think he'll find that with mahi."

As he spoke, i couldn't help but wonder about the girl i had yet to meet. Could she truly be the missing piece in my life? Or will she be like other girls.

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