✮⋆~ 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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We were quietly having breakfast, the only sounds being the clinking of cutlery and the rustling of plates. The silence felt heavy, almost deliberate, until Dad broke it with a subdued yet steady voice.
"The family that brought the proposal... they cancelled the meeting," he said, his tone unwavering but laced with a faint undercurrent of disappointment.
Mom's spoon paused mid-air, her brows furrowing "How? What happened?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity .
"They said their son isn't ready for marriage yet," Dad replied calmly, taking a deliberate sip of water. His composed demeanor only barely masked the weight of his words, leaving an unspoken tension lingering in the air.
"So sad," Mom muttered, her voice dripping with sarcasm, a devilish glint in her eyes betraying her lack of interest. "They cancelled this even before meeting her."
Dad let out a weary sigh, his patience thinning. "This isn't our fault," he stated firmly, his tone final and unyielding.
"I think we should stop talking about this" Without waiting for a response, he stood up, adjusted his shirt, and left for his office, leaving an air of unfinished tension behind.
Now, It's just Mom and me at the table, silently finishing our breakfast. The quiet feels heavier than before, every bite weighed down by unspoken thoughts.
"That family is lucky," Mom said, her voice sharp and cold. She paused, letting the words linger like a dagger in the air before continuing, "That you're not going to be their daughter-in-law."
Once, her words would have cut through me like a blade, but not anymore. I've learned not to let them hurt me.
I just listen, let the sting wash over me, and remind myself not to take her seriously.
After all, what else can I do? She's my father's wife -she's supposed to protect me, to be my shield against the world. But instead, she feels like a stranger. A hollow void where warmth and support should have been.
I tell myself over and over not to disrespect her. She's older, and wiser, no matter what. But her behavior... it's hard to reconcile. Hard to ignore.
"I think we're clear not to discuss this anymore," I said, my voice flat and devoid of emotion. I didn't expect a response, and as I glanced up, I noticed Mom had already left for her work without another word.
"Seriously? That guy canceled the meeting!" I muttered to myself, frustration bubbling up inside me. I had taken a day off just for this, and even bought a dress, imagining how everything might go. And now? Just like that, that guy decided to cancel?
