When the rain falls only for us❤️

In the bustling streets of Mumbai, where the scent of spices mixes with the hum of traffic, Aarav Sharma, a man of ambition and success, navigated the concrete jungle with the ease of a seasoned traveler. As the CEO of one of the city's leading tech companies, he commanded respect and admiration wherever he went. Tall and confident, with a hint of mischief in his eyes, Aarav was the epitome of modernity and progress.

Yet, despite his achievements, there was one aspect of his life he couldn't control - his parents' unwavering belief in tradition. Aarav's parents, deeply rooted in their customs, had been relentless in their pursuit of finding him a suitable match. And so, on a sweltering afternoon, Aarav found himself sitting in the opulent living room of his family home, listening to his parents discuss yet another proposal for an arranged marriage.

"Beta, you know how important this is for us," his mother pleaded, her eyes filled with hope and longing. "Preeti's family is very respectable, and she comes from a good background."

Aarav sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. "I know, Maa. But can't you see? I have my own life, my own dreams. I don't want to be tied down by tradition."

His father, a stern man with a graying beard, spoke up. "Aarav, we understand your concerns, but we only want what's best for you. Marriage is a sacred bond, a union of families. You must think about your responsibilities."

Aarav leaned back in his chair, frustration evident in his voice. "But what about love, Papa? What about finding someone who makes my heart sing?"

His mother placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Love will come, beta. But sometimes, we must trust in the wisdom of our elders."