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My Love Story

I know my husband, Mr N, since my childhood, when I was 4 and he was 8 years old. We were family friends. But I realized his love for me when I was 26. I guess my wisdom tooth is responsible for it. It came so late.  



We used to live in the same colony and our 2-room flats were also nearby. Because of this, our families used to visit each other frequently.  I remember my mother-in-law used to come to my mother for new designs of sweaters. Mr N used to be an average- looks guy and his dressing sense was like 10 years older than his age. His love for comic books was the first thing which attracted me towards him. Mr N used to collect comics from his friends and used to offer me for reading. I enjoyed this comic reading until I reached in 9th standard. Now comic reading stopped but he continued to come to my house. We used to talk about studies, food, songs and other happenings. We grew together and being older than me, he joined his professional course when I was in graduation first year. That was first time when our communication broke for some time. But my fate was somehow connected to him already so I joined the same course which he did but in a different college. 

By this time he had started his career and was living in Delhi. As my college was also in NCR, my caring father arranged his cell number so that I could take help from him, if needed.  I don’t know how but I started talking to him every day. I was homesick and I found him as my sounding board. I used to discuss every of my problems with him whether studies related or any other. With at most interest, he always heard me, guided me and consoled me when I needed. We used to talk a lot but dumb me; I never realized that he liked me. After completing my course I joined my first job. We continued our talks and now I used to bitch about my office mate with him :) Mr N was eternally with me, like a best friend, best mentor and best well wisher. He was doing well in his career and he moved to US for client site work. Going US used to be the dream of every IT professional and he was living his dream. In between our communication broke for good 2 years but he found me again. Let me admit, till this time I was not sure about my feelings for him. But he had changed a lot. He was smarter and handsome. And I was dazzled looking at his new look (I admit).



Being in different time zones, we used to talk in India night time, like from 1 AM to 3 AM. We were in touch but none of us admitted our feeling for each other. After few months, Mr N came back to India and he started meeting girls as his family wanted him to get married. You wouldn’t believe but I was with him when he met with a girl Roopali. After that, I couldn’t call him with the thought that he would be busy in all wedding preparations. But soon I came to know that he had said no for Roopali. I was relieved, honestly. I was, in fact, happy that he was not getting married. And I was genuinely in love with him 💗💗

But my happiness couldn’t last long and soon I came to know about another girl Maahi whom Mr N was going to meet next. This time his father (my father-in-law now) was coming to be with him. The date was 24 Nov 2011, I can still recall. I was restless like anything. I went to my office but was not able to put my mind there. I wanted to talk to him but I couldn’t. Around 5 O’clock evening, I saw his name flashing on my phone’s screen. Without giving any second I picked up the call. He told me to come at the place where he was going to meet the girl Maahi. I couldn’t deny him. He said he would confirm the time later but he wanted me to be ready for the evening. Finally, at 8 PM, I was there, again wearing the same suit which I wore when Roopali came. I am not superstitious but I gave it a chance. That day Mr N denied for Roopali and I wished the same response for Maahi.


I reached HaldiRam and saw Mr N sitting there. He had already told me that his father and Maahi’s family had left. He waved for me and immediately I asked him about Maahi. He was silent for few minutes. Suddenly his phone rang and he stood up for going outside to take the call. With his gestures, he apologized me for going out. I was thinking this must be his father’s call and he would be asking about Mr N’s decision. I was getting anxious. After complete 10 minutes, he came back. Strangely, he was looking relaxed now. I asked him what happened and I swear Mr N’s reply actually shocked me. Ignoring his father’s expectations, he had put thumbs down for Maahi. And then happened one of the best things of my life. Mr N asked me if I wanted to marry him. I was speechless actually. My wish came true. He told me that he had denied his father anticipating my decision. I was in seventh heaven after this. I said a big – big Yes. That was actually “Jab We Met” day for us when we both expressed our hidden love for each other.



My belief in destiny is even stronger now. There was a reason why I was connected to him throughout my life, until our souls became one. All thanks to Mr N, I never got my proposal photograph clicked in my life. Our families already knew each other so our proposal photographs never got shared. Most of the relatives of Mr N’s family had to wait till our engagement to see me. After this lucky day, my life changed and now Mr N is my super technical husband and I am his foolish wife 😊😊 .

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