SHASHVATAM - The Eternal One

"You will meet the man downstairs, I want no resistance" the old male voice ranged through the room.

Infront him stood a woman, decked in pink banarasi saree, with minimal jewellary, her long curls were braided and ornamented with jasmine gajra.

"I never said, I will not" the female voice stated, confidence laced in her voice.

"You know well, What I mean? The man downstairs, is your fate, whether you like it or not, You will marry him" the man hissed.

"I agreed for meeting him , not marrying" the female voice was now restless.

"Who cares for your opinion, woman don't have opinion. And don't try to
implement such behaviour that you learnt from outside. I let you study, don't make me regret that decision" the man stopped for a bit to get some air.

"Otherwise it won't be good for you" he completed.

"Choto bouma, take your girl downstairs" the man said this to the other woman, a bit olderly, who stood near the mirror.

The aged man now faced towards the door, ready to step out.

"Remember Jyathamoshai, everything you do, you would get it's result. He is watching everyone" the brown eyes are now burning, burning due to humiliation, due to anger, due to suppression.

The man just smirked, covering the threshold.
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One was born into silence - not the peaceful kind, but the kind that echoes inside gilded cages.

The other was raised in brilliance - not the blinding kind, but which bears every scars

Neither were looking for love.
But something ancient stirred when their paths crossed - not in chaos, but in stillness.

Bound by traditions older than their names and expectations heavier than their hearts, they must choose: conformity or courage, obedience or becoming.

In a world where lineage decides worth and rebellion is buried beneath silk and scripture, two souls find the one thing they were never promised...

Freedom.

A story of fire wrapped in grace, of love that doesn't shout but stays, and of those rare connections - eternal, unshakable, Shashvatam