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I was dating a girl.
I was in Class 12th.
She was in class 11th.
Initially, I didn't wanted to date but things unfolded and we were sailing already.
She had to change school after 10th as she wanted to study humanities (arts) and our school had only science.
On Annual Day (Annual Function) of my school she had come to see me receive the Annual House Award as my house (Ashoka House) had won in the yearly appraisal.
We were meeting after nearly 10 Months.
We sat together. Strolled on the pathways in the of our school. Talked. Laughed. And promised to stay together till our last breath.
We danced in the audience.
We cried, out of joy. We held each other's hands.
Our relationship wasn't yet approved by her parents (Which ofcourse was normal). My parents didn't knew.
Our text message were till now were caught for 2 times and we were “blackmailed" instead of making us understand.
She used to discreetly texts & call me.
We had promised each other that we'd marry once we both are settled in our carriers.
We were helping each other grow.
It wasn't ‘typical’ lovestory as far as I could understand.
That day, after the annual function, she went home.
Her parents came to know about the fact that she met me in the school.
Her Uncle kicked her in the chest, bloods came out oozing from her mouth and nose.
He destroyed her phone throwing it upon the wall.
We got in touch after around 15 days.
I feel, instead of making understand, counseling the little innocent hearts of 16–17 years. Indian society often gets triggered by their children's teenage activities.
It was distressing for us.
I feel this is wrong with Indian society.
I was in Class 12th.
She was in class 11th.
Initially, I didn't wanted to date but things unfolded and we were sailing already.
She had to change school after 10th as she wanted to study humanities (arts) and our school had only science.
On Annual Day (Annual Function) of my school she had come to see me receive the Annual House Award as my house (Ashoka House) had won in the yearly appraisal.
We were meeting after nearly 10 Months.
We sat together. Strolled on the pathways in the of our school. Talked. Laughed. And promised to stay together till our last breath.
We danced in the audience.
We cried, out of joy. We held each other's hands.
Our relationship wasn't yet approved by her parents (Which ofcourse was normal). My parents didn't knew.
Our text message were till now were caught for 2 times and we were “blackmailed" instead of making us understand.
She used to discreetly texts & call me.
We had promised each other that we'd marry once we both are settled in our carriers.
We were helping each other grow.
It wasn't ‘typical’ lovestory as far as I could understand.
That day, after the annual function, she went home.
Her parents came to know about the fact that she met me in the school.
Her Uncle kicked her in the chest, bloods came out oozing from her mouth and nose.
He destroyed her phone throwing it upon the wall.
We got in touch after around 15 days.
I feel, instead of making understand, counseling the little innocent hearts of 16–17 years. Indian society often gets triggered by their children's teenage activities.
It was distressing for us.
I feel this is wrong with Indian society.
I was seeing a woman. I was a 12th grader. She was an eleventh grader. I didn't want to go on dates at first, but as things progressed, we were off and sailing. After tenth grade, she had to transfer schools because our school only offered science and she wanted to study the humanities, or arts. She had come to witness me accept the Annual House Award on my school's Annual Day (Annual Function) because my house, Ashaku House, had won the yearly appraisal. We had not met for almost a decade. Together, we took a seat. strolled along our school's walkways. spoke. chuckled. They pledged to stick together till the very end. In the audience, we did a dance. We sobbed with happiness. We embraced by holding hands.
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