when Varun's family pressurized him to marry, he made a condition to which Ananya was emotionally blackmail by her family to fulfill that condition.
will they fall for each other and get married???
or someone break them apart?????
so let's see what...
Ananya was seated at the breakfast table with Varun and his family, a comfortable, warm moment shared over morning coffee and conversation. She felt at ease, surrounded by people who accepted her just as she was.
But then, her own family arrived, their expressions grim and stern, casting a shadow over the peaceful morning.
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As her parents looked at her, a frown deepened on her mother’s face. Ananya’s heart sank—she could already feel the judgment in their gaze.
Her mother’s voice was cold as she spoke first, “Ananya, is this how you present yourself? You’re going to be part of this family soon, yet you’re sitting here… so casually, as if you have no responsibilities, no standards.”
Ananya opened her mouth to respond, but before she could explain, her father chimed in, his voice carrying a sharp edge. “We expected better, Ananya. Much better. We raised you to respect tradition, to carry yourself with dignity. What happened to that girl we taught to be proud of her family?”
The words cut through her like shards of glass, leaving her feeling small and exposed. She looked at her parents, a pang of shame welling up in her chest as she saw the disappointment etched in their faces.
This wasn’t what she had wanted. She had hoped they would understand that she was simply happy, finally feeling at home.
Varun’s family tried to interject, each of them clearly uncomfortable with the scene unfolding at the breakfast table.
Nitika ji said “Please, she’s done nothing wrong. She’s happy here with us, and that’s what matters. She should feel comfortable in her own home.”
But her words only seemed to inflame Ananya’s mother further. "Comfort? Is this what you call comfort?"
She glared at Ananya, her anger and disappointment boiling over. “All these years we’ve raised you, sacrificed for you, and this is how you repay us? Acting like this, so... so selfishly? I don’t even recognize you anymore.”
Ananya’s father added, “We’ve put our reputation in your hands, Ananya. And what do we see? A disappointment. A daughter who’s forgotten her own family.”
Her mother said “Why can’t you just be the daughter we always wanted?” she hissed, her words tearing into Ananya’s heart, as harsh and final as a judge’s sentence.
Her parents’ disappointment—those words echoed in her mind, stabbing at her with a pain she couldn’t describe.
Tears slipped down her cheeks as she stood there, feeling crushed under the weight of her family’s disapproval.
Ananya sat there, her heart feeling like it had been ripped open and left raw, exposed in front of everyone.
Her parents’ disappointment, the anger in their words —all of it stung far deeper than any physical pain.
It was as if every sacrifice, every effort she’d made to be the perfect daughter had been dismissed in an instant, as if none of it mattered.
All these years, she had done everything they asked. She had followed their rules, wore what they deemed appropriate, behaved in ways they approved of.
She’d given up her own dreams and silenced her own voice, all to live up to the version of a daughter they wanted.
But now, watching the coldness in their eyes, the contempt in their voices, she couldn’t help but wonder—had any of it ever mattered to them?
Why was it always her who had to bend, who had to sacrifice? Why did being their daughter feel like a punishment, like a constant uphill battle to prove her worth?
She had never asked them for much, had never once strayed from the path they’d laid out for her. And yet, here they were, standing in front of Varun and his family, tearing her down like she was nothing.
The weight of shame pressed down on her, her face burning with embarrassment. She could feel Varun’s family watching, their sympathy mixed with discomfort.
They’d never seen her like this, never known the silent struggles she’d endured behind closed doors. The humiliation of it all was almost too much to bear.
She couldn’t even look up at Varun, afraid of the pity she might see in his eyes. All she’d wanted was to finally feel free, to live without constantly worrying if she was good enough in their eyes.
But now, they had stripped her of even that, leaving her standing here, bare and broken.
As her mother’s words echoed in her mind—“Why can’t you just be the daughter we always wanted?”—Ananya felt a surge of anger mixed with sorrow.
She wanted to scream, to ask them why they had never accepted her as she was, why their approval always felt so impossible to reach.
Was her happiness so trivial to them? Was she really just a disappointment, even after all she had done?
But the words wouldn’t come. She sat there, her head down, feeling smaller and more insignificant than she had in years.
Just as she felt her resolve begin to crack, Varun’s hand found hers under the table. He gave her a gentle, reassuring squeeze, anchoring her, reminding her that she wasn’t alone.
Finally, summoning the strength to speak, she looked up, her voice quiet but filled with a quiet determination.
“I’ve spent my whole life trying to be the daughter you wanted. I’ve given up so much, done everything you asked… and still, it’s never enough, is it?”
Her voice cracked, but she pushed on, needing them to hear the pain she’d carried for so long. "I thought that maybe… maybe just this once, I could be myself, without having to apologize for it.”
Her parents looked at her, taken aback by the hurt and honesty in her words, while Varun tightened his hold, silently standing by her side.
She felt the weight of his support, and for the first time in years, Ananya allowed herself to believe that her happiness mattered too.
