Rajveer's pov
Today, my father, my elder brother, and I were going to see a girl for my marriage.
My mother and sister-in-law also wanted to come with us, and honestly, I wanted the same. But my father and brother completely ignored their wishes. Whenever I tried to speak for them, they silenced me too.
I wanted to fight for them, but they themselves stopped me, saying they didn’t want to go.
Still, somewhere inside me, it felt unfair.
People say that the one who wants change must fight alone. But how can I change anything when my own family refuses to listen to me? If my mother and bhabhi had also taken a stand, maybe together we could have made them understand.
The entire journey passed with these thoughts running through my mind.
Finally, we reached the girl’s house.
At the entrance, Arjun bhaiya knocked on the door. Within seconds, the door swung open, as if they had been waiting for us.
A middle-aged man appeared before us. I guessed he was the girl’s father. Joining his hands respectfully, he said,
“Namaste, Sarpanch ji. Aaiye, aaiye... aapka swagat hai.”
My father and Arjun bhaiya simply nodded and walked inside.
“Namaste, Uncle ji,” I said politely, folding my hands before entering.
The house was not very big, but it was neat and clean.
A woman in a saree came forward with her face covered by a veil and served water to all of us.
“Sunita, ja chai-nashte ka intezam kar... aur Meera ko bhi saath mein le aana,” the man ordered his wife in a harsh tone.
She quietly nodded and went towards the kitchen.
A few minutes later, the soft chiming of anklets reached my ears.
I lifted my eyes — and froze.
A girl in a green saree walked into the room.
Heavy jhumkas dangled from her ears, her pallu rested gracefully over her head, a tiny bindi decorated her forehead, and with just kajal and soft lipstick, she looked breathtaking.
No...
She looked divine.
Like a goddess.
She placed the tray of tea and snacks on the table and greeted everyone in a honey-sweet voice.
“Pranam... humara naam Meera hai,” she said softly, folding her hands.
For a brief second, she lifted her eyes.
And our gazes met.
A soft smile appeared on both our faces.
But before I could even take in the moment properly, she lowered her eyes again.
After some conversation between both families, everyone agreed to the alliance.
Later, Meera ji sat beside me, though now her face was hidden behind the veil again.
God...
I wanted to see her face one more time.
Soon, we exchanged rings, and sweets were served to everyone.
And just like that—
we became each other’s future husband and wife.
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