Sneak Peek of Part 2
Love was something which the sacred waters of the rivers we worship, have for the rays of sun. Rays of sun of floats on the surface of the water and doesn't sink, even after mixing it doesn't get lost. But still the water gets colored in the colors of the Sun as if sandalwood powder is mixed in it.
Such was the love of Arnav and Khushi, something beyond the description just like the beauty of the rains, something which cannot be pictured in the canvas of our hearts even if we try just as the picture of the sweet aromatic fragnances.
But such love was always subject to the norms of this society which knows nothing but to wither the petals of the beautiful flower called love even before it fully blooms and to wash itself for 'cleansing the dirt' using the blood of these people madly in love. After all, the people who find refugee in the beautiful shelter of love were meant to be made history, as they make history by rewriting the essence and the definition of true love.
Khushi's thoughts were broken just as her dreams when her mother came to her to advise her again about how to be with one's husband.
"Khushi, I don't want another complaint from Rahul Bitua. He is such a good guy and most of all your would-be-husband. So even if asks you to do something which you don't like to do, you WILL DO IT. Is it understood?" Suhasini, found it hard to believe that her daughter was so different from her but who could explain her that marriage is not a sacrifice where a girl will have to sacrifice her self-respect and self-expression to make it work.
After all, all the scriptures state that husband and wife are halves of the same soul, so they are meant to be equal. But the society which brags of ethics and values, could never understand it.
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Philosophy class chahiye kisi ko to mere paas aao!
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