Bound by duty, United by love

Chapter 2: A Union Sealed

Author's POV

At Rohit's

The sun cast its golden glow upon Rohit's havali as Virat's father, Jagdish Kohli, arrived with a warm smile.

Rohit's mother, Sushma, welcomed him with open arms, and they sat in the ornate living room, surrounded by vibrant tapestries and intricately carved furniture.

Jagdish's eyes sparkled as he began, "Sushma ji, I've come to fulfill an old promise. Our sons, Rohit and Virat, were destined to unite. I propose we marry them." He paused, his expression sincere.

"I've always envisioned their union strengthening our friendships."

Sushma's face lit up, her eyes shining with excitement. "I've always wanted Rohit to settle down.

He's been too focused on his duties as sarpanch." Jagdish described Virat's gentle nature, his kindness, how well he does to house chores and his artistic talents, painting a vivid picture of the young man.

Sushma listened intently, impressed by Virat's qualities. "I accept your proposal. Rohit needs a compassionate partner." The marriage was sealed, and Jagdish declined Sushma's offer to stay overnight, citing urgent work.

"What's Rohit's view on this?" Jagdish asked, his brow furrowed with concern.

"I'll share your proposal with him. He'll understand," Sushma replied confidently.

As Jagdish departed, Sushma distributed sweets to the household staff, announcing the news with a warm smile.

Meanwhile, Rohit returned from a grueling day, seeking solace within something that he doesn't know if he has or not with him or is seeking for.

His broad shoulders sagged, and his rugged features reflected exhaustion. His dark hair, usually perfectly groomed, was tousled, and his eyes, like worn leather, seemed weary.

Mother greeted him with a warm smile. "Rohit, beta, I have news."

Rohit's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing. "What is it?"

"Your marriage to Virat Kohli is arranged," she announced, her voice steady.

Rohit's expression darkened, his jaw clenched. "What? Without consulting me?" His deep voice rumbled, echoing through the havali.

"You know I don't want to marry," Rohit protested, his words laced with frustration. "I've told you countless times."

Sushma stood firm, her expression unwavering. "It's for your own good, beta. You need someone to care for you."

Rohit's anger flared, his face reddening. "I don't need anyone. I'm capable of taking care of myself." His voice rose, shaking the very foundations of the havali.

The argument escalated, with Rohit's words pouring out like a torrent. "You're suffocating me, Mother. Can't you see? I want freedom, not some arranged marriage."

Sushma's voice remained calm, but her eyes flashed with determination. "You'll do as I say, Rohit. This marriage will happen."

Rohit's fury boiled over, and he stormed upstairs, slamming the door behind him.

_Rohit's POV_

I burst into my room, slamming the door so hard it shook. How could Mother do this? I felt trapped, suffocated.

I smashed a vase, the delicate ceramic shattering against the stone floor. Then another, and another, my fists clenched, my anger unleashing itself.

It did my room upside down by destroying every bit of it and punching the walls and breaking the glass to subside my anger due to which I'm feeling like I'll burst any movement.