I took off all of Priya's clothes. For the first time, I was able to smell a girl's body so much that all perfumes paled in comparison. That's because I was deeply in love with her.
I met Priya in Patna when I was working as a software engineer in Mumbai. One day, when I got off at the station, the handle of my trolley had broken. I was pulling it along, when a girl, seeing my condition, said, "Brother, are you having trouble? Can I help you?"
At first, I refused, but then realized that moving through such a crowd was difficult. Blushing, I said, "Hold on one side and we'll get out."
She helped, and we left the station. Upon leaving, I thanked her, and she smiled and said, "It's okay, brother." At that moment, I realized that people in small towns don't hesitate to help strangers, whereas people in big cities are often busy.
A few days later, I saw Priya again in a market. We chatted a bit, and I learned she lived in an area near my house. We shared our numbers, and in the evening, I messaged her. During our conversation, Priya told me she came from a humble background and was managing her family amid financial difficulties. Her honesty and hard work impressed me, and I fell in love with her.
I returned to Mumbai, and talking to Priya every evening brought me peace of mind. I told her about my love, and she agreed. Our conversations and love deepened. I invited Priya to come to Mumbai, and she happily accepted.
About four months later, Priya came to Mumbai and stayed at my flat. On the first day, we explored various parts of Mumbai and rested at home. When I woke up in the morning, Priya was preparing coffee and breakfast for me like a homemaker. This brought me immense joy. We had breakfast together and talked about our dreams in life.
The next day, we went out again, and in the evening, Priya said she didn't like eating out much and would rather cook at home. She prepared Patna-style vegetable-roti and pickle, which was absolutely delicious. Seeing this, my respect and love for her increased even more.
That night, as we were going to bed, we talked, and I kissed Priya's forehead. Priya hesitated a little, but she didn't object. We spent time together and developed a close bond.
Priya had to go back, and we were both sad. I told my mother about Priya and expressed my desire to marry her. Seeing her photo, my mother said she was a local theater artist who performed at public events for a living. This surprised me, as we had never discussed this.
My parents refused to let me marry Priya, saying that if I did, I would have to separate from the family. I tried to reason with them several times, but they wouldn't listen, fearing what society would think.
It's been four years since this happened, and I haven't fallen in love with another woman. Priya also left her job for me and is now having difficulty finding new work. I offered her financial help several times, but she refused.
Today, I hold myself and Priya responsible for this situation. In an attempt to protect social respect, I had to lose my love.
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