InkofShanayaa
Love written in the ink of the 60s.
Caution: Extremely romantic story ahead.
She was a village girl. Her world was small, a place where electricity barely reached, where most houses were little huts, and where people still believed in old traditions. She belonged to a farmer's family. They didn't have much money, but they had love.
She spent her days in the kitchen with her mother, learning how to cook and clean, because that's what girls were expected to do before marriage. She served her father with care, because in her home, the father was seen as the most important person. She was the darling of the house, the one everyone loved. But the people around her still believed that girls were meant to grow up, get married, and live for their husbands.
She never questioned it. She thought life was supposed to be this way.
At just eighteen, she was arranged to marry into a rich family from the next village. They had moved to the city, but had returned to find a bride for their son.
He was twenty-seven. She was eighteen. She was still a child at heart. He was quiet, serious, and mature. She was full of dreams and curiosity, always excited about little things.
Will she be able to become his wife? will she have the same fate as other women in the era or will her story be different?