Love never perishes

It's confession time to the supremes

Arun was ready in a black suit and Disha dressed up in a yellow saree to try and impress his parents. They decided to confront Arun's parents first as they knew that was a cut out task.

As they marched towards Arun's house, Disha could see a huge, elegant mansion even from a distance of 2 kms. She was left aw struck. As they entered, the huge steel gate got opened up by two watchmen, were asked to give their finger prints before they entered. The guards inspected them from head to toe despite knowing Arun was the son of their owner. They moved forward and stopped near another huge door with a dial pad on the side. Disha saw Arun entering some code and as he entered, the large brown lumber (timber) door flew open.

To her amazement, the mansion was as huge as any monument and the vibes were so vivacious. She could see a long staircase leading to the second floor where there were infinite rooms. "Welcome my son." Disha heard an unfamiliar voice. She saw Arun take blessings from his parents. As she looked up, she saw a man havily built, wearing a white salwar kurta with a brown blazer and huge spectacles, had a long curvy moustache and no hair over his head. His voice was high pitched and rough as he extended his hand towards Disha to give her blessings. "Oh! Hello miss....sorry I did not get your name...is?" Taunted Arun's mother. To Disha the lady seemed very arrogant, and ill natured she was full of pride and highly sophisticated. Disha tried taking blessings from her but before she could, the lady moved away. "Oh! The dinner is ready. Ramu serve the dinner please." Exclaimed Arun's mother.

As they sat on for the dinner, the servants served the food, everyone picked up their folks and spoons and Disha not knowing how to use them, simply dug in with her hands. "Arun, is she not familiar about the basic table manners?" "That looks so low class." "Ew! How can she eat with her hands," yelled the mother. "We at shanti villa, give uptmost importance to table manners. You should have taught her." Said the father. Disha looked down in despair as Arun consoled her by placing his hands on her laps. "And is this how we treat our guests at Shanti villa father?" Rhetorrated Arun. "So are you going to give us back answers now for this so called girlfriend of yours?" "You're not even married yet and this is how your attitude changes towards us?" Scholded the father. "Well i just forgot to ask you the most important question among all this." "What does your father do Disha?" "I mean is he a businessman or a jobber or an employee of some company?" Asked the mother. "Fisherman". Replied Disha with her head lowered down. Suddenly the father thrashed away his plates, banged the table and stood up in anger. "Didn't I tell you what kind of  a daughter in law we wanted?" Said the father furiously. "I don't wish to hear anything further". "Serve my dinner in my bedroom." Exclaimed the father. And went away to his room followed by Arun's mother.

Disha stood there in despair. She felt sorry and responsible for everything. Arun held her hand tightly and assured her he would make things alright. Disha knew it was impossible but Arun was confident.

The next day Arun approached his father. He entered his room but the father ignored him. "I know it's all going against your will but you will have to do this for me if you love me. I am you're only son, arent I?" Said Arun. "Yes you are. But you need to understand. I have been winning the elections for 3 consecutive years now and I would not want to break the streak this year. Can't you see your father win?" Said the father. "This can have a huge impact on my elections for which I am standing for the fourth year now. My oppositions will have a perfect reason to bring me down." He added.

"Father, I thought nobody was cleverer than you but you've proved me wrong." "How do you think this will impact you're elections negatively?" Said Arun. "What do you mean?" Asked the father. "Infact, this can make you win again for the fourth time." Arun added. "And how is this going to happen?" Father asked. "Well, if given a proper thought, marrying Disha is marrying an underpriviledged girl which means targetting the underpriviledged." "We know that more than half of the population in our state lives in rural areas and are impoverished but at the same time they are the ones providing and contributing to the major amount of votes for any elections. Isn't it?"  "So if you let me marry Disha, you will win hearts of those many people belonging to the same category. And this is why you will ace this year's elections too." Said Arun. "I want you to think over it." He added. "By the way Disha is a real good cook and can also make you favourite misal pav." Said Arun and left. This left the man pondering. He gave it a thought and decided to wed them both as soon as possible so he could start his election campaign and boast about marrying an underpriviledged girl to his son and gaining everyone's trust and votes.

On the other hand, Disha introduced Arun to her parents. They gave him a warm welcome. Offered him water and asked him to feel home. Arun looked around and could see leaked ceilings, broken windows, cracked wooden floors and flies everywhere. He took blessings from her parents and could see her father wearing a worn out undershirt and a pale dhoti. The mother had worn a baggy and wrinkled saree and had no footwear either. They offered Arun some food with joint hands and cried out in happiness, "we can't thank you enough for what you have done for our daughter. You have come like an angel for us. You have given a better life to our daughter which we couldn't afford to. May God bless you both."

"Ttrriiinnnnggg" Arun's phone rang. "Hello dad, what's the matter?" Asked Arun.

"We have decided to start the wedding preparations from tonight itself. Meet you at the city's Manyavar." Disconnected. Arun couldn't be any happier. He lifted up Disha infront of her parents and yelled out in joy "dil waale dulhaniya le jayengee."
(The lover will take away the bride)