OUR LOVE STORY WITH A HAPPY ENDING!!

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Prologue:

Love... There will never be another word that has been defined numerous times. For a large portion of the population, however, the sensation of love remains a mystery. Why is it that even after being happily inactive for so long, you can't live without your favorite someone on a nice day? How does a person have such a strong influence on you? Why do we never seem to be the same after being touched by love?

I don't have answers for any of these, but I have pondered over these thoughts, before I myself fell in love. I don't doubt the power of love anymore- neither do I question nor seek answers. All I can say is that love is not overrated. All they say is true- about the butterflies in stomach, goosebumps, soulmate, can't-be-without-each-other, all of it is true.

This is where my—no, OUR—love story begins.

Because I was an introvert and highly haughty toward girls in my adolescent years, I had very few friends. I despised it when they screamed at the top of their lungs, looked at me, or attempted to communicate with me. I attended a boys-only Convent School through the tenth grade. Despite the fact that I attended a co-ed school in 11th and 12th grade, I never spoke to the girls.

I remained in a hostel after starting college and gradually emerged from my cocoon. I started talking to girls and discovered that they were not so unfriendly. The animosity dissipated, and by the end of my first eight months of college, I had made two close female friends. (Our protagonist isn't one of them! :P)

What brought us together? She was a classmate of mine.

It was the conclusion of the first year, and it was time for the college fest. We were separated into groups and given a task to do. That's how she and I ended up in the same group (coincidence or plot?). She refuses to admit it! sigh). We already had our phone numbers when the project was completed. But keep in mind that we never had a casual conversation. Every message related to the project, and no phone call lasted longer than a minute.
After the project, neither of us bothered to text or call each other. I sent her a forwarded message that day and she replied. That was the beginning. One month down the lane, we were more into each other. I learnt how she loved her friends, how she valued friendship, how she believed in forgiveness(the list is long, she is a great human being, but I don't wanna sound dreary).

Then there was the one-month vacation. We were both missing each other terribly. When we returned, seeds of love had already been planted in our hearts. In the middle of the night, I proposed to her and told her about how my family would react (we belonged to different castes-yes, we belonged-past tense). We no longer have a caste system (peace).

She thought about it for a while, and I texted her, "Think about it and tell me tomorrow." I'm currently pretty tired. Greetings and good night.
She accepted my affection for her the next morning. There was always a lot of laughter and smiles during our courtship. I enjoy giving gifts to my loved ones, and she was my newest loved one. But she isn't one of my type and doesn't believe in it. But I adored her for who she is, and I realized that she has a unique way of expressing love.

Her eyes, smile, and glances were all filled with love. Because her modest acts of affection are very subtle, they could easily go overlooked. One of the reasons I haven't lost the novelty in our relationship is because of this.
After we graduated, I was under a lot of family pressure and received a lot of marriage proposals. I told my grandmother about her (she is my first best friend). She was incredibly caring and was able to calm me down. My parents were disappointed when they learned of this and told me that they would never approve to this.

I assured my grandmother that I'd hang in there until all of you were on board with our relationship. I promised her I'd wait until you thought we were old enough to have a family. However, another coalition was formed in less than two months. After days of anguish, I told my gf that I had to let go of her since the pressure was too much for me.

She was incredibly kind and stated that she would support me no matter what option I made. She promised me that as long as she lives, she will not allow me to be unhappy. I've never felt so helpless. I had to give up on her—not because I didn't love her, or because we had lost our love or understanding for one another, but because our love could not be proven to others. It got to the point where it wasn't enough to love and believe in each other completely, but you had to prove it to others.
She was incredibly kind and stated that she would support me no matter what option I made. She promised me that as long as she lives, she will not allow me to be unhappy. I've never felt so helpless. I had to give up on her—not because I didn't love her, or because we had lost our love or understanding for one another, but because our love could not be proven to others. It got to the point where it wasn't enough to love and believe in each other completely, but you had to prove it to others.
I didn't cry, and I didn't bowed my head. My parents were in a funk, and my maternal uncle was constantly abusing me. I was driven to the court in a police vehicle from the station (to ensure that I gave the Magistrate an unprejudiced answer), but I was brave enough since I endured it all for a cause that is as true as the air I breathe. When I arrived in court, the Magistrate inquired, "With whom do you want to go?"

I stated that I will accompany my folks. They've informed me that they'll contact all of my family and set up a reception for me. I was permitted to accompany my parents. I said my goodbyes to my wife's family and walked to the car with my family.
When I got home, my grandparents greeted me with hugs. This was the point at which I felt truly remorseful for what I had done. When my maternal uncle (hereinafter referred to as Uncle) saw this, he became enraged and rushed out of the house. He had anticipated me to be thrashed hard by them.

My grandparents guarded me from any physical and mental torture for a month (albeit they didn't have to because I hadn't even considered them before making my decision). A reception was arranged after a month at home (which seemed like an eternity), and I was officially married to her.
A week after, my grandpa passed away and my Uncle tried to incite all my relatives into a diatribe against me pointing out that I am the reason for his death. My grandma, a very strong lady, supported me all through the hard times and said that she'll keep doing it as long as she's alive, no matter what others say.
On the eve of New Year, I set out for Bangalore for my job training and my Uncle wasn't at peace for some reason. He asked my paternal relatives(who are still in good relation with me) to make sure that I was having my job training as I am characterless and may elope with someone new. He continues vilifying me, there are a lot of stories he has fabricated against me. I don't wanna mention all that now. I have forgiven him.
It's been eight months since we last spoke. I recently returned home, and things between myself and my family have begun to improve. My wife and I rented out a flat that included simply a bed, a dressing table, and a few chairs when we first moved in.

We now have a television, refrigerator, and washing machine, as well as sufficient savings that continue to grow month after month. Purchasing each of these was a joyous occasion for us. We enjoy gradually improving our life, and the best part is that we've recognized that everything people say about love marriage is untrue.
They believe that in love marriages, love comes first, then the wedding, and that after the wedding, love fades away. In this regard, we may write a testimonial: our love for one other has only grown stronger, we have still to fully explore each other, and we are hopelessly in love with each other,all we care about right now is our happiness and we make each other HAPPY.