MY LOVE STORY
I had just graduated. I graduated from my hometown. I was eager to enroll in Post-graduation because it was my initial opportunity to study in the city. My shyness, inability to communicate with others through math, and financial struggles in my family made me feel nervous. The thought of how I will manage college students and their interests is always on my mind.
My college days began with an introduction day. I had only spoken to myself in the introduction. There was a girl in my class who was so adorable that she appeared to be completely at ease with me. I only saw her that day.
Despite my intention to speak with her, I was unable to do so due to lack of courage. I slowly learned that she was a product of the wealthy family and excelled in her studies.
Due to her expectations, I assumed that my friendship would be cut short. The good friends I had were influenced by my natural temperament. I had never conversed with any girl in my class until after finishing one year of my PG program. Despite my attempts to communicate with her, I was always preoccupied and had doubts about her. I was aware that she had a boyfriend who went to school during that time. I was filled with sadness, but I didn't know what to do.
I vowed to propose to her, but it was never in the form of college.
An intra-college curriculum activity prompted me to take part. I needed someone to be involved in this, so I reached out and proposed joining. Unfortunately, she declined and only confirmed it at a later time. Afterward, she stated that she would be present.
My joy was beyond belief. This was our victory. I will now speak to her whenever I could.
She conversed with me too. On the final day of college, I was hesitant to talk to her.
Every semester she. She had migrated to her hometown and started teaching, while I was relocated to Delhi for employment.
2 months later, she called me for some work. I resumed my conversation with her. I texted her a few weeks later, suggesting that we move on and asking for your cooperation. All I want is to convey my feelings. I have a boyfriend and we are good friends,' she replied candidly. My happiness was matched by her genuine response after I spoke up.
Within one year, she disclosed to me some problems with a friend. After a few days, I became aware of an extensive issue. Once again, I asked for her hand in my marriage and she acquiesced, but eventually agreed. We're ecstatic beyond measure. I eventually got to know her parents. They also took me in. Until now, I have never communicated with my parents. My statement about intercaste made them extremely angry with me. In a way, I was able to get what they wanted.
We have tied the knot and are now happily living with her and her parents. My family is utterly content with her.
Morals: Never be too late, always out loud.
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