They had known of each other since childhood, though barely-just fleeting glances at the corridors and passing words at family gatherings. She was reserved, graceful, carrying her family's legacy with effortless grace, a future heir of the dreams she never choose but accepted with dignity. He chose the world of business, building his own path instead of the responsibilities, he didn't wanted to accept. Their families moved in circles of politics, power and influence, where every gesture, every words were mattered. Years passed, and those passing glance became thoughts he could not ignore. He admired her from afar, the way she moved with grace, the way her presence commanded attention without a word. And one day, after much hesitation and courage he finally asked for her hand "Humein aap pasand hain, Zara. Kya aap hamse shaadi krne ke liye raazi hain?" ______________________________________________ She met his eyes with calm composure, a soft, reserved smile, and said, "Humein aap pasand hai... par papa ki ijaazat bhi zarooori hai." In that single line, tradition and longing intertwined. And quietly, their journey of love began.