Hi guys.... I'm an amateur writer.... so please forgive my flaws... this is the story about 2 innocent souls who are married out of compulsion.... a story between a professor and a student.... how they both change each other's life for the best....
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Hi friends.... Before I start with the story I'm a student... So I may not be able to update regularly but I will try to update whenever I get time.... Also I'm not a tamilian so I'd be writing the story mostly in English... I'll try wrinting the dialogues in tangllish.... Pls bear it with me....
Into the story
Sivaangi's pov Today is my sister's wedding for which we've come to our native place in Madurai. My sister is a sweet heart. She wanted to become a dancer. But my parents are against it. They don't want the girls of family to become singers or dancers. They think that it's a disgrace to the family. I don't know why my parents think like that. I always wanted to become a singer. Initially my parents send me to a music school but after I entered into high school they stopped that. They don't even allow me to participate in school competitions.
My only listeners are my best friends... Sakthi and Harsha. They are my only supporters. Harsha is an amazing singer. He want to become a composer and singer. They are the only boys with whom my mother allows me to speak. That too she is not that confident in allowing sakthi. Still she don't restrict much. Harsha is my childhood friend with whom I used to learn music and go to school. He was my neighbour and my playmate. His family is quite close to my family and that's the reason my parents believe him.
We are settled in Chennai since my childhood as my father works here. My mother is a housewife. She is a typical Indian mother who believes that women belong to kitchen. So she has trained both me and my sister in cooking from a very young age and we know cooking somewhat well.
Coming to marriage my sister is getting married to a lecturer in college. That's what I heard. I didn't meet him as all the marriage works was arranged by parents. He has not come to our house till now. Atleast when I was at home. My sister told she met him once and he is an introvert. He didn't speak much with her. He didn't seem to be much interested in this marriage. Looks like he is being compelled. When she told about this to our mother she told it would be just her thought and not the reality. She didn't speak about it further.
Let's see what she is doing.
I went to her room after wearing my half saree. She would be getting ready with the beautician. I'm not much interested in putting make up or wearing ornaments. So I got ready in my simple dress and ornaments.
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I was about to enter to my sister's room. That's when I heard some sound from her room. It seemed like someone is crying. I slowly peaked in to see my mother sitting in the bed crying and my father sitting with mixed emotions. Seeing her cry worried me and I slowly went inside. I couldn't see my sister anywhere. I thought she would be in washroom. But why are they crying....
I slowly went near them and touched my father's shoulder. He looked up at me and began to cry hugging me. I asked my mother what happened. She forwarded me a letter. It was written by my sister.
"Amma and appa.... I'm sorry.... I'm leaving.... You never asked for my wishes.... I didn't want this marriage.... I am in love with my classmate. When I told this to mother she told me to forget him... When I refused for this marriage also you didn't give importance to my words... I met this guy only once but I have a strong feeling that even he is not interested in this marriage... I don't want to marry such a person.... Enough of living for others.... I want to live my life freely... I'm leaving to marry my love.... I'm leaving to pursue my dreams.... Don't look for me..... I'm sorry only about one thing that I'm doing this in the last minute and it will be an embarrassment for you... But I think a single day's embarassment is better than a loveless marriage for a lifetime.... Once again sorry appa and amma....
