Loving the Nightmare ✅

Chapter : 1

"Just because you don't have a prince, doesn't mean you are not a princess."

                                      - Zayn Malik❤️

Misha's POV:

"No, I'm not interested," I retorted to Mom, only to receive a disapproving glare from her.

Although Mom had never compelled me to do things against my will, the subject of marriage had become her recent obsession. Despite my repeated dismissals, she persisted in bringing it up and again.

"But why not? You're 25 now," Mom inquired.

"Come on, Mom, I'm just 25. Stop acting like I'm 45. Relax," I said, guiding her to a nearby couch. Sensing her growing frustration, I wanted to avoid her falling ill due to excessive anger.

"So, are you planning to get married at 45?" She asked. I couldn't control my laughter, finding the idea amusing. 45? That would be amusing, but the reality is I don't want to get married.

"Of course not. My answer is never. I don't want to get married," I declared, even though I knew it was unlikely. My mom shot me another glare, ready to speak, but I stopped her by giving her my best puppy-eyed look.

"Please, cook something for me. I'm very hungry, and I really need to complete this project today," I said, gesturing towards the papers on the table. As an interior designer, I had a project deadline tomorrow, an opportunity to showcase my work on behalf of the company. I aimed to give my best and hoped to make a lasting impression.

"Pamper her more," Mom taunted Dad before heading towards the kitchen. The word "pamper" doesn't sit well with me. As the only daughter, I've been treated exceptionally well by my parents throughout my life. While some might call it being a pampered kid, I resist using that term, as it makes me uneasy. This discomfort stems from my grandmother's wise words: 'Girls who are pampered by their parents often face consequences with their in-laws.' I didn't believe her then, but witnessing similar situations with friends and relatives as I grew up made me reconsider. That fear is why I'm hesitant about marriage—I lack basic household skills and struggle with cooking. How could I manage a whole household? It gives me anxiety everytime I think about getting married. All I know is, I'm not ready for commitment.

Ignoring these thoughts, I took out my phone and engrossed myself in replying to messages. The doorbell rang unexpectedly early, and with Dad occupied and Mom in the kitchen, I had to go and answer it. The moment I opened the door, I was greeted by one of my Mom's friends. She was holding a cute little baby boy. His chubby cheeks instantly made my heart melt. I adore babies a lot. Unable to control my excitement, I touched his cheeks ever so lightly and saw him giggle. 

"May I come in?" she asked. Oops, I forget to invite her in.

"Sorry. Please come in," I apologized and welcomed her. She noticed my eagerness to hold the baby, finally passing him into my arms. As I sat on the couch, I couldn't help but admire his tiny, adorable legs and delicate arms.

"He is my grandchild," Aunty informed Mom. Oh, that means her daughter, who is one year older than me, has a baby now. Mom will scold me more.

"What's his name?" I quickly asked, hoping to divert the conversation away from the topic of my marriage.

"Varun," Aunty replied, and for a moment, my heart stopped. Why does this name still affect me? As soon as I heard it, all the memories flashed before my eyes, causing me to smile like an idiot. I laugh at how complicated we are, there was a kind of pain in my heart but at the same time I was happy and smiling. Strange, how a person can have so much power over your emotions.

It's been almost a year since I last saw his gorgeous face with those sparkling eyes and smooth jet black hair. I wonder if he still looks the same; he always changed his looks with a new hairstyle or some change in his beard. I used to know about his appearance all the time, but not anymore since I have stopped stalking his social media accounts. Every time I did that, I felt like a teenager. I had to get over him and this stalking thing was not helping, so for once and all I blocked him and since then I'm unaware about his whereabouts. In the initial days it used to hurt me however I was aware that he would never be mine and it was better to accept that truth.

When I got to know about his marriage. I was heartbroken, almost devastated. Partly happy for him, knowing he would be happy with the love of his life, his childhood crush, Tanvi. She is lucky to have him. I got to know from a friend that he adopted a baby girl. She even showed me the picture Tanvi posted. I never understood the reason for adoption, but it was a good step. Since then, I never saw him again. Sometimes, I get the urge, but I stop myself. Now, I miss him so much. It's wrong, but I can't help it. I guess I moved on, but his name brings back memories of all the silly things I did just to catch a mere glance of him.

Varun, the man I have always loved.

Varun's POV:

"You are still young. Who will take care of Isha? We need a mother for her," Mom persisted, attempting to convince me once again.

"Mom, we've talked about this already," I replied and focused on the file I was holding.

"What about Isha? Who will take care of her? You're always busy, and you know I'm getting old."

"We'll hire a long-term babysitter. I'll find someone reliable, don't worry," I assured her. I knew where the conversation was heading. It was not the first time that mom was asking me to get married. Every time we discuss this, we end up arguing and today I was not willing to do so.

"Varun, you can't stay single for the rest of your life. You need a partner as well. Please try to understand," Mom pleaded, taking a seat in front of me. Why can't  she understand my perspective?

"Mom, I've already told you, no one can replace Tanvi," I responded calmly.

"It's not just you; we all know no one can replace her. We still love her dearly and are trying to grieve her loss. But trust me, you can't stay a single father forever. Please listen to us. We only wish the best for you."

"I can't! I can't marry anyone else. I can't forget Tanvi; I can't give her place to anyone else. Never. I still love her a lot, Mom. Please try to understand. Forget this topic of marriage. I don't want to get married," I said, seeing a disappointed look on Mom's face. Despite the pain of hurting her, I couldn't fulfill what she was asking of me.

It was so cruel for fate to take Tanvi away from me. Tanvi is the only girl I love, and I always will.

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