As the days passed, a whirlwind of emotions and confusion engulfed me. It all seemed too good to be true. Doubts crept in, causing me to question everything, including myself. To gain clarity and create some distance, I decided to stop talking to Vardaan for a while. However, his heartfelt message, "I miss you," shattered my resolve. I couldn't bear to deprive myself of such pure joy. When a divine opportunity presents itself in human form, one doesn't deny it but embraces it, right? Still, I couldn't shake off the overwhelming feeling that consumed me.
On one fateful and vulnerable night, after much contemplation and weighing the pros and cons, we confessed our feelings for each other. Little did we know that this was only the beginning of a rollercoaster of emotions. We broke up and got back together numerous times, fueled by the belief that we wouldn't work out, that our love wasn't right, and that our parents would never agree. My anxieties were particularly fixated on the parental aspect.
Vardaan remained confident from the start. Love marriages were not uncommon in his family, but in mine, there hadn't been a single instance until then. Even distant friends who had pursued love marriages faced severe criticism from our conservative circles. My worries seemed never-ending.
You might be wondering, as an outsider, why we were discussing marriage so early in the story. After all, we had just met. Well, that's how love worked in India, especially in South India. Dating was considered a taboo, and even talking to boys was frowned upon. Therefore, before officially entering into a relationship, we were already contemplating marriage and pondering how our parents would respond. Moreover, neither of us had the inclination for casual flings. No offense to those who did, but it simply wasn't our cup of tea. We both held onto traditional values.
Although my parents were highly educated and lived in a city, our family maintained a level of tradition. I say "fairly" because compared to my more orthodox extended relatives, our nuclear family was relatively open-minded. Yet, deep down, I had a gut feeling that my parents would not approve of this love alliance.
To avoid leading him on, I repeatedly pushed Vardaan away. However, my heart continued to yearn for him. Whenever he was near, everything else seemed insignificant. But when I found myself alone with my thoughts, reality came crashing down upon me like an avalanche. The internal struggle I faced felt akin to the churning of the ocean, with Mount Meru symbolizing the immense turmoil within me.
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The North-South Love Saga
RomanceOnce upon a time, Uma, a Telugu girl, and Vardaan, a Hindi boy, fatefully crossed paths in a library. Little did they know that their encounter would ignite a love that would shape their lives forever. In the face of a daunting long-distance relatio...
