"AFSAANE" is a collection of short stories that offer a glimpse into the rich tapestry of Indian life and culture. From bustling cities to tranquil villages, each story transports readers to a different corner of India, where they meet a diverse cas...
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Mumbai, with its bustling streets and towering skyscrapers, was a city of dreams and contrasts. Aratrika, a young woman with a passion for writing, stood at her bedroom window, gazing out at the city below. She had always been a dreamer, her mind filled with stories waiting to be told.
Aratrika: "One day, I will write stories that touch people's hearts. I will make a difference in this world."
But for now, Aratrika's life was governed by duty and tradition. Her family had arranged a marriage for her, a path she was expected to follow without question. As the day of the meeting with her prospective groom drew near, Aratrika couldn't help but feel a sense of restlessness.
Aratrika: "Can I truly find happiness in an arranged marriage? Is there room in this world for my dreams and desires?"
As the sun set on the eve of the meeting, casting a golden glow over the city, Aratrika made a silent vow to herself. She would approach this arranged marriage with an open heart and mind. Perhaps, in this union chosen by fate, she would find the inspiration she needed to write her own story, a story of love, courage, and the pursuit of dreams.
The next day, Aratrika found herself standing outside a grand hall, her heart pounding with nervous anticipation. She took a deep breath and walked inside, where she was greeted by the sight of Aakarsh, her prospective groom, standing near the window, his profile illuminated by the soft glow of the setting sun.
Aakarsh turned as he heard her approach, and Aratrika felt her breath catch in her throat. He was even more handsome than she had imagined, with a warm smile that reached his eyes.
Aakarsh: "Hello, Aratrika. It's nice to finally meet you."
Aratrika: "Hello, Aakarsh. It's nice to meet you too."
There was a brief moment of awkward silence before Aakarsh spoke again.
Aakarsh:"I hope you don't mind, but I asked the servants to prepare some tea. Would you like a cup?"
Aratrika:"That would be lovely, thank you."
As they sat down with their cups of tea, Aratrika found herself feeling surprisingly at ease around Aakarsh. He was easy to talk to, and they soon fell into a comfortable conversation.
Aakarsh: "So, Aratrika, tell me about yourself. What are your hobbies and your interests?"
Aratrika: "Well, I love to write. I've always dreamed of becoming a writer someday."
Aakarsh: "That's fascinating. What do you like to write about?"
Aratrika: "I enjoy writing about love, relationships, and the human experience. I find it all so intriguing."
Aakarsh: "I can see why. Love and relationships are such complex subjects. It must be fascinating to explore them through your writing."
Aratrika felt a warmth spread through her chest at Aakarsh's words. He seemed genuinely interested in her passion for writing, something she hadn't expected.
Aratrika: "What about you, Aakarsh? What are your interests?"
Aakarsh: "I enjoy reading, especially historical fiction. I find it fascinating to delve into the past and imagine what life was like in different eras."
Aratrika: "That does sound fascinating. I've always been drawn to history as well, though I haven't explored it as much as I'd like."
As their conversation continued, Aratrika found herself opening up to Aakarsh in a way she hadn't expected. There was a connection between them, a spark that she couldn't ignore.
As the evening drew to a close, Aratrika realized that her initial apprehension about the arranged marriage had faded. She was beginning to see Aakarsh not just as a stranger chosen by her family, but as a potential partner, someone she could share her dreams and passions with.
As they said their goodbyes, Aratrika couldn't help but feel hopeful about what the future held. Maybe, just maybe, this arranged marriage wouldn't be so bad after all.
