✮⋆~ A Desi Romance ~⋆✮
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"Not this time it's us , We both are suffering right now " Aryaman said , gazing at her holding divorce papers in his hands.
" We were never us Mr. Shekhawat " Drishti s...
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My voice softened, each word tinged with regret yet steady with resolve.
For a moment, he just looked at me, his eyes narrowing as if carefully weighing his next words. Finally, he spoke, his voice low and deliberate. "You're certain about this?"
"Yes, Dad. I'm certain," I replied, my heart caught in a storm of relief and the dread of disappointing him.
"She's... she's someone special. I can't stop thinking about her. I know it sounds impulsive, but it's real."
He let out a long, heavy sigh, his hand drifting to rub his temple, the gesture laced with weariness. "I understand that love can be unpredictable, but marriage is... commitment, stability. You've only met her a few times. How do you know this is what you want?"
"I just do," I said, the conviction swelling in my chest like a rising tide.
"It's more than an attraction. It's... the way she is, Dad. The kindness in her eyes, her sincerity, the way she helps without a second thought. She makes me feel something I've never felt before."
He studied me intently, his expression softening, though doubt still lingered in the corners of his eyes. "You know that marriage isn't just about love. It's a partnership-one that lasts a lifetime. Can you promise me that you've truly thought this through?"
I held his gaze, my voice unwavering. "I promise, Dad. I'm ready to take responsibility for my choice."
For a long moment, he didn't respond, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, he nodded, though a shadow of worry lingered in his eyes. "Alright,"
He said, his voice quiet but accepting. "But remember, love is only the beginning. The rest... it takes patience, compromise, and strength."
He reached out and placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder, squeezing it gently.
"I hope this woman you care for is everything you believe her to be. Just... don't rush. And remember, you can always talk to me."
A warmth spread through my chest, a surge of gratitude rising within me. "Thank you, Dad. That means more than you know."
As I left Dad's study, a sense of triumph coursed through me. The moment I stepped into my room, I couldn't contain myself any longer.
