Chupke chupke aunga, part 3
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As I mentioned in the previous part, the birthday celebration at night ended very happily. We all cut the cake together, had dinner, and talked till late at night. That same night, Priyanshi and I were sitting in the balcony on the terrace, sharing our feelings. But suddenly, her father came there. At that moment, both of us got a little scared because we felt that maybe he had seen us.
Now the story continues from there…
Priyanshi and I stayed there and continued talking to each other.
Priyanshi said—
“How did you start liking me?”
I said—
“Just like that… I saw you and you caught my eyes. Then I ran straight towards you, that’s all.”
(I said this jokingly.)
Priyanshi said—
“Really! I also saw you for the first time when you came following the cat. At that time, I was looking at you. But when you started looking at me, I hid my eyes.”
I said—
“Oh! So that’s why you were jokingly asking me what I wanted? Now I understand.”
Then I said—
“Alright, now tell me about yourself. What do you like?”
Priyanshi said—
“My choice is a bit different.
I want a life partner who understands me and whom I can understand. Apart from that, I don’t want anything.
Will you marry me?”
I said—
“Of course, I will marry only you. If I didn’t want to marry you, I wouldn’t have come so far to meet you.
But tell me one thing—how did you come here without telling me?
Do you know how worried I was about you? I asked many people and then reached here.”
Priyanshi said—
“Oh really! You love me that much?”
I said—
“Yes, I love you a lot. I can’t live without you.”
Hearing this, Priyanshi started blushing.
Just then, suddenly her father came there.
Out of fear, Priyanshi immediately hugged me and hid behind the curtain.
For about 5 minutes, we both stayed completely silent.
Her father was looking around.
He had actually seen us, but still, without saying anything, he left from there.
Seeing this, we got scared that maybe he had seen us, especially at night.
Priyanshi’s legs were trembling. She was still holding me tightly.
At that time, she was very scared, but her father didn’t say anything and ignored it.
Early in the morning, he called us into his room and said—
“Do you both love each other?”
We both nodded yes.
When he first called us, we thought he would scold us.
But he didn’t scold us at all.
He just wanted to know what was in our hearts.
We clearly told him that we loved each other very much.
Hearing this, he accepted it.
After knowing this, Priyanshi hugged her father.
There were tears in her eyes and a smile on her face.
But at that time, only two people knew about this—
Priyanshi’s father and my sister Ankita.
Gradually, Priyanshi’s younger brother also came to know about it.
Then he started joking with us all the time.
He would say—
“Brother-in-law, you are trapped in a witch’s net now. Who will save you?”
Then laughing, he would say—
“At least she will go from my house. She troubles me a lot.”
Not only that, he also teased his sister and said—
“You are fair and brother-in-law is dark. Go and sit on his head at his home.”
He kept making fun of us like this.
But we couldn’t say anything because he was the younger brother-in-law.
One day, he crossed the limit. While joking, he even told his father.
Laughing, he said—
“Dad, now keep brother-in-law here only. He won’t go anywhere without sister.”
Hearing this, his father scolded him—
“Useless boy! Don’t make up stories. Don’t joke too much, or I will get you married to him and throw you out of the house. Then you will understand life.”
He said this jokingly, so everyone smiled.
But when Priyanshi’s grandmother came to know about this, she ran towards us with a stick and said—
“Why didn’t you tell me first? Why did you tell your father before me?”
She was also joking.
However, Priyanshi’s aunt didn’t like this relationship.
She wanted a boy of her choice and someone wealthy. She didn’t care about Priyanshi’s happiness.
She wanted Priyanshi to marry the boy she chose.
She was discussing this with Priyanshi’s father, and I overheard it.
Hearing this, I got scared that they might fix her marriage somewhere else.
Her aunt also started influencing by saying—
“What if the boy belongs to another caste? First check properly. What will society say? How will we face people?”
Hearing all this, my heart felt broken.
When I told this to Priyanshi, she also became sad, thinking that maybe we wouldn’t be able to marry because we belong to different caste and religion.
But when Priyanshi’s grandmother came to know about this, she didn’t care at all.
She said that her granddaughter’s happiness matters the most.
“Whether she marries someone else or her own choice, it will be her decision because she has to live with him, not us.”
Hearing this, both Priyanshi and I felt relieved.
But Priyanshi’s father started having doubts. He refused the marriage.
He said—
“This marriage cannot happen until I know everything about the boy. Call him.”
Priyanshi said—
“Okay dad, I will call him.”
She called me and said—
“Where are you?”
I said—
“I am at home. Is there something?”
She said—
“Can you come to my house? Dad is calling you.”
I said—
“Okay, I will be there in five minutes.”
She said—
“Alright, come comfortably.”
Then she cut the call.
I went to her house. Her father, grandmother, and brother were sitting there.
I asked—
“Did you call me?”
Her father said—
“Yes son, I called you. I want to know something about you.”
I wondered what he would ask.
I said—
“Yes uncle, please ask.”
He asked—
“What does your father do?”
I said—
“He manages farming. And I also help him sometimes.”
He asked—
“What do you do? How much have you studied?”
I said—
“I haven’t studied much, only till 12th. I write poetry. I believe in social service and raise my voice for the oppressed.”
He said—
“Very good. So you are a writer and a poet?
Have you written any book?”
I said—
“Yes, I am a writer and poet. My book is also published — ‘Ink of the Soul’.”
He said—
“Very nice. Can I know your full name?”
I said—
“My name is Satyendra Kumar.”
Then he asked—
“What is your caste?”
I said—
“Uncle, what does caste matter? I am just a human. I and my family don’t believe in caste or religion.”
He said (angrily)—
“Why? Everyone has to believe in it. Why don’t you?”
I calmly said—
“Uncle, your anger is justified. Suppose you go somewhere and you have to stay there. What will you do?”
He said—
“I will find my people and tell them my problem.”
I said—
“What if there is no one from your community there?
And you are extremely hungry and thirsty, even about to faint?
If people from another community help you, then?”
Hearing this, he became silent for a moment.
He looked at me and slowly said—
“Then… I will have to accept help from whoever helps. After all, humanity matters.”
I smiled and said—
“That’s exactly what I want to say.
In difficult times, humans help humans. Caste and religion come later.
For me, the biggest identity is humanity.”
After hearing this, there was silence in the room for a while.
Priyanshi’s grandmother was smiling softly at me, and Priyanshi was quietly standing there, listening to everything.
(Story continues in the next part…)
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