A Love Story Silenced by Society's Expectations

I took off all of Deepti's clothes. For the first time, I was liking the smell of a girl's body so much that all other scents failed.

That was because I loved her very much. I met Deepti in Munger, when I was working as a software engineer in Bangalore. One day, when I got down at the station, the wheel of my trolley was broken. Somehow I was carrying it, when a girl seeing my condition said,

"Bhaiya, if you are facing any problem, I will lift you."

At first I refused, but then I thought that I had to climb so many stairs. I said shyly,

"Hold me from one side and I will climb the stairs."

She helped me and we climbed the stairs. On coming out, I thanked her and she said smilingly, "It's okay Bhaiya." At that time, I realized that people of big cities do not consider themselves small while helping, whereas people of our city extend a helping hand to even strangers.

After a few days, I saw Deepthi again at a shop. We talked for a while and I came to know that she lives in a neighbourhood near my house. We shared numbers and I called her at night. In our conversation, Deepthi told me that she is from a poor family and is managing her family in the absence of facilities. Her simplicity and struggle impressed me and I fell in love with her.

I came back to Bangalore and talking to Deepthi at night would give me peace of mind. I told her about my love and she also replied in the affirmative. Our conversation and love deepened. I invited Deepthi to come to Bangalore and she accepted it.

After about three months, Deepthi came to Bangalore and stayed at my place. On the first day, we visited many places in Bangalore and came home at night and slept. In the morning, when I woke up, I saw Deepthi making tea and breakfast for me like a wife. I felt strangely happy seeing this. We had breakfast together and talked about our lives.

The next day we again went out for a walk and in the evening Deepti said that she does not like eating outside and will eat at home. She made dal-rice and bhujia in Bihari style, which was very tasty. Seeing this, my respect and love for her increased in my heart.

At night when we were going to sleep, we talked and I kissed Deepti's cheeks. Deepti was a little uncomfortable, but she did not refuse. We spent time with each other and we developed a relationship like husband and wife.

Deepti had to go back and both of us were sad. I told my mother about Deepti and expressed my desire to get married. Mother, after seeing her photo, said that she is a dancer and earns her living by dancing in people's weddings. I was shocked to hear this because we had never talked about this.

My parents refused to marry Deepti and said that if I got married, I would have to break ties with the family.  I explained many times but they did not agree due to fear of society.

It has been 5 years now and I have not fallen in love with any other girl. Deepti also left her job for me and now she is also facing difficulty in getting work. I tried to give her financial help many times, but she refused.

Today, I blame myself and Deepti for this situation. I had to lose my love to keep the nose of the society high.

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