Sacred Marriage

Chapter 8

Siya POV:

"I want to talk, Dadaji, so after breakfast, I went to meet him in his office. On reaching his office, I knocked. "Come in," Dadaji said, and I entered.

Dadaji gestured for me to take a seat as he continued reviewing some documents. "What's on your mind, beta?" he inquired.

"Dadaji, actually, I work part-time in a bakery after college. I understand our family is rich, and my job at the bakery might not align with our reputation. However, I genuinely want to work. Can I continue, Dadaji?" I asked.

Dadaji paused for a moment, studying my earnest expression. With a gentle smile, he responded, "Beta, your determination and willingness to work are admirable. Our family values hard work and dedication, regardless of our financial status. If working at the bakery brings you fulfillment, go ahead. Your efforts are valuable, and I appreciate your sincerity. Don't worry about what others may think; follow your passion and contribute in a way that makes you happy." His supportive words lifted a weight off my shoulders, reaffirming the importance of pursuing one's aspirations.

"But if you are doing it out of financial need, you don't have to. We are here to help with your financial requirements as you are a member of our family and my granddaughter. Don't hesitate to ask for money or any help. If you are doing it with passion, go ahead, but rest assured, we will take care of your needs," Dadaji reassured.

"It's essential to pursue your passions and learn independently, beta. Your dedication is commendable, and I support your endeavors. Remember, our doors are always open for any help or guidance you may need," Dadaji affirmed, creating a comforting blend of familial support and personal growth. With his words echoing in my mind and tears flow down from my eyes and abhiram entered.

As Abhiram entered, he noticed the emotion in the room and the tears glistening in my eyes. Dadaji acknowledged him with a knowing smile, recognizing the significance of the moment. Abhiram, sensing the heartfelt exchange, offered a reassuring nod.

"Abhiram, sit beta," Dadaji invited, and Abhiram took a seat. Curiosity bubbling within me, I couldn't help but inquire, "Dadaji, how much do you know and how?, I asked as I sense something from the way he talks."

"I know everything about the way they are treating you. Your dadaji and I are friends; he told me everything they did to you. His last wish for me was to marry you to my grandson because he knew how you would be treated after he left. I agree, not only because of his last wish but also because I know you and your mom, beta. I have known you since birth, and I know what a kind-hearted and innocent person you are,Dadaji said.

You know everything, Dadaji," I uttered and tears flow from my eyes. Dadaji, sensing the emotional intensity in the room, extended a comforting hand, offering reassurance. "Beta, your journey hasn't gone unnoticed. We, as a family, share both joys and sorrows. Your dadaji's wish and my support stem not just from a sense of duty but from a genuine care for your well-being," he said, his voice a soothing balm in the midst of emotional turmoil.

As I collected myself, Dadaji continued, "Your strength through adversities has only deepened our conviction to stand by you. You are not alone, beta. The tears you shed are not just yours; they are shared among those who care deeply for you." His words echoed with a profound understanding, weaving a tapestry of support that transcended the struggles of the past.

"This is for you, beta," Dadaji said, handing me two gifts. "Your dadaji gave me these to give you after the wedding. It's a gift from your dadaji and mom," Dadaji explained with a sense of solemnity, as if passing on cherished memories through the carefully wrapped packages.

"Thank you, Dadaji. You guys can talk; I'll take my leave," I expressed, excusing myself from the emotional exchange. Stepping out of the office, tears flowed down my cheeks, and I hurried to conceal my vulnerability from others.