Divyansh’s POV
There are moments when you feel in control of your life.
And then there are moments like this—
Where everything depends on what others decide.
I stood near the door, waiting.
Not for guests.
For a verdict.
Because that’s what this felt like.
A decision.
About us.
The doorbell rang.
I didn’t think.
I just opened it.
And there she was.
Avni.
Calm. Composed.
But I could see it—
That slight tension in her eyes.
The one she hides from the world.
Behind her—
Avyaan. Silent.
Her chacha. Quiet.
Her chachi… already judging.
“Namaste,” she said.
“Namaste,” I replied softly.
I stepped aside.
“Please come in.”
For a brief second—
Our eyes met.
No words.
Just one shared thought—
Let’s get through this.
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Avni’s POV
I have faced pressure before.
Deadlines. Expectations. Loss.
But this—
This felt like standing in front of a mirror where everyone was deciding whether you were enough.
I greeted everyone.
“Namaste.”
They responded But politeness is easy.Acceptance is not.I sat down.
Still.Composed.But inside—
I was preparing myself.For anything.The Beginning .Tea was served.Basic questions. Work. Background. Normal conversation.
But beneath it—
Judgment. The Question
Dadi spoke.
“Aur beta… tumhari age kya hai?”
“32,” I replied.
Silence.
“Divyansh 27 ka hai…”
She nodded slowly.
“Thoda difference hai.”
I simply said—
“Yes.”
Then I heard my chachi's voice
“Haan… Avni ne waise bhi thoda late decide kiya sab.”
“Pehle career… phir baaki cheezein.”
Her tone was light.
But it stung.
I didn’t react.I never do.But I felt it.
“Avni beta…”
Divyansh’s mother finally spoke.
Soft.
Controlled.
“Mujhe tum pasand ho.”
A pause.
“Lekin… yeh rishta mujhe theek nahi lagta.”
The words landed like they were meant to.
Not harsh.
But final.
“Tum dono ki life alag hai.”
“Expectations alag hain.”
She looked at me kindly.
“As a person, you are very good.”
“But as a match…”
She shook her head.
“I don’t think this will work.”
The Silence. No one spoke.
Because sometimes—
Rejection doesn’t need volume.
It just… settles.
I lowered my gaze slightly.
Not out of weakness.
But because I had heard this before.
Many times.
Divyansh Speaks
“Maa… bas.”
His voice wasn’t loud.
But it cut through everything.
Everyone looked at him.
For the first time—
He wasn’t calm.He wasn’t quiet.He was… certain.
“Aapne apni baat keh di.”
“Ab meri bhi sun lijiye.”
The room stilled.
“Mujhe Avni pasand hai.”
Simple. Clear. No hesitation.
“And I want to marry her.”
He didn’t look at anyone else.
Only at his mother.
“Aap keh rahi ho ki yeh match nahi hai.”
“Par yeh match kaun decide karega?”
A pause.
“Society?”
“Ya hum?”
Ridha didn’t respond.
He continued—
“Aapko lagta hai humari life alag hai.”
“Haan, hai.”
“Par shaadi ka matlab hi toh hai… do alag zindagiyon ko ek banana.”
His voice softened slightly.
“Perfect match toh kabhi hota hi nahi hai.”
He Looks at Everyone
He turned toward his father.
“Papa… aapne kaha timing matter karti hai.”
“Main ready hoon.”
Then toward Dadi—
“Aapne kaha samajh kya sochega.”
“Samajh kabhi khush nahi hota.”
Finally—
He looked at Avni.
And something changed in his eyes.
Something deeper.
“Main bas ek cheez jaanta hoon…”
He spoke slowly.
“Main kisi perfect ladki se shaadi nahi karna chahta.”
“I want to marry the right person.”
He paused.
“And for me… that is her.”
Silence. Heavy. Real.
I didn’t look up immediately.
Because I knew—
If I did—
I might not stay as composed as I was trying to be. No one had ever said something like this for me.
Not like this. Not in front of everyone. Not without hesitation. And suddenly—
This wasn’t just about rejection anymore.This was about being seen.
Vinayak uncle finally spoke.
“Divyansh.”
His voice calm.
But serious.
“Feelings important hote hain.”
“Par responsibility bhi.”
He looked at both of us.
“I’m not saying no.”
“But I’m not convinced yet.”
That was him.
Measured. Balanced.
“Mujhe ladki pasand hai,”his Dadi said again.
“Par darr lagta hai.”
“Kal ko problem na ho.”
Her concern was real.Not judgment.Just fear.
But Ridha aunty shook her head.
“Nahi.”
Her voice quiet.
But final.
“Main comfortable nahi hoon iss rishte se.”
That was it.
I finally looked up. At him.
Divyansh.
And he didn’t look away. Not even for a second. His eyes said one thing—
I meant every word. I stood up slowly.
“Thank you,” I said politely.
But my voice felt… heavier.
We turned to leave.
At the door—
He didn’t move. Didn’t stop me.But his silence said everything. This isn’t over. And for the first time—
I believed it.
As the door closed—
Inside the house—
Ridha’s voice echoed softly:
“Yeh rishta main accept nahi kar sakti.”
Divyansh stood still.
Jaw tight. Eyes distant. Because now—
It wasn’t just about convincing the world. It was about standing against his own.
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