My Perfect Life follows Alia Mehra, a 22-year-old dreamer who longs for her Prince Charming and a flawless life amidst the challenges and dangers that stand in her way. Alia, a quintessential romantic, immerses herself in fairy-tales and romance nov...
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Aliaa's POV
"Why did you marry Raj?"
I knew that question was going to come but what I didn't know was that it was going to come so soon. I didn't blame Ayaan for asking me that question. He helped me. It's his right to know about my past. I wanted to tell him about my past, wanted to share my feelings, my sufferings with him.
But I was afraid. What if he thought that he committed some mistake by helping me? What if he thought that I was dumb to just silently bear all that suffering without protest? What if he sent me back to Raj because he thought I was too broken and a burden to him? There were too many 'what-ifs' whose answers I wanted to find out but was also too afraid to do so.
I was busy in my thoughts when he broke my train of thoughts. "It's ok if you don't want to share it with me. I understand," he assured me with a comforting smile on his face but I could tell that it wasn't true, he was faking it. He wanted to know about my past.
I didn't know why but my heart was telling me to tell him about the past. It was saying that he would understand my pain and suffering.
Ayaan's POV
There was a deafening silence that crept up between us. After a few minutes, when I knew she won't say anything I looked towards the city. The view from my balcony shows the whole city and at night it looked even more beautiful.
I was busy with my thoughts. I wanted her to trust me and share her past with me, just like I did. I knew it must not be easy for her to trust me and share her past with me. But her lack of trust hurt me.
But she surprised me and started talking after a few minutes. "It was an arranged marriage. His family came to my house asking for my hand in marriage."
I looked at her but didn't say anything. She shifted her gaze towards the garden which had a breath-taking view with all the lights. When I didn't say anything, she continued.
"I was very happy. From our very first meeting, I started liking him. His behaviour, his attitude, his etiquettes, his personality, and everything about him. Whatever I dreamed of about my future husband and my prince charming, he was everything."
She looked like she was reminiscing those moments. Her eyes had a shine within them like when someone talks about their special someone. I didn't know why but her words ached my heart. But I didn't say anything and turned my face away, looking ahead into the distance.
"We both were going to get married in a month as Raj wanted to start his business here in New York. I was happy but at the same time nervous about getting married to him. The next day of our first meeting and our engagement he had to fly to New York. I was disappointed that we both couldn't spend more time with each other. But he promised me that he would regularly call me and video chat with me. I was content with the idea," she smiled towards me while her eyes held tears.
