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1970s
Patiala Punjab, mustard fields stretched golden, rivers hummed old songs, and childhood was simple of two friends having secrete crush on each other.
Aakarsh Singh Oberoi, mischievous son of the local Sarpanch, and Ruhani Kaur Makhijha, quiet and wide-eyed, grew up chasing kites, stealing sugarcane, and hiding under banyan trees. Their laughter filled dusty lanes-but innocence doesn't always last.
Their families married them off because they saw love in the eyes for each other. Aakarsh was sixteen, still dreaming of the city. Ruhani was thirteen, clutching her mother's dupatta, unsure of what it all meant. To them, it was just another game-a day of music, color, and confusion. But life had other plans.
Aakarsh carried the gentle weight of responsibility, protecting her, teaching her, standing by her. Ruhani saw him differently now-not just the boy who teased her, but someone growing steady, kind, and thoughtful.
Love arrived quietly: in letters tucked between books, promises whispered under stars, silences that said everything words could not.