"The untold love"
Despite the awareness of her family's lack of propriety shown on occasions which could make her feel miserably embarrassed, she wanted to believe that he would ignore them and accept her hand for he might love her with same intensity and purity which she had in the deepest of her heart for him. Not just the only difference she would fear could break her dreamy dream but the fact that he belonged to another group, another class of the society had left her shattered for most of the causes. To top up all she knew he could forget the nobody' in her in these long eight years of separation, with never existing attachment even before these years and again in these years.
Hopes have been disgustingly hurtful to her for sure. Hopes which aroused just because she thought a mere compliment by him in childhood would mean so much, to so handsome a person like him. He would have been definitely more than through for what she had experienced. He was that much into the world that he lived passionately yet celebrating the life out of him, unlike her who lived, but hiding most of her fears, her insecurities, her talents and her self'. She was stopped and warned by her only trusted friend to not to dream. It was a girl friend of her as she never had a boy friend or a boyfriend at all whereas he on the other side must have had girl friends or girlfriends in his days as he differed to her in almost every matter and this one for God's sake was certainly significant. Yes, she knew nothing about him but just that he had once being known to her somehow and that they never had any conversation or even an eye connect to justify her sacred attraction towards him.
She dreamt of having a future with him while knowing he lived too far to her reach, being too unknown to her parent's thoughts and too unaware to her feelings as well. Her dreams were just a fairy-tail which she wanted to see every time she would close her eyes, which she knew could shatter her when checked by reality.
MAY CONTINUE...
Anupamaa
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