My words stumbled, "I don't want to fall in love with the last bench guy." I bit my lip. What the heck was I saying? But he smiled and lowered his deep voice, "What expectations do you have for your future husband? I can change myself to be yours." Whatever he said sounded attractive. I admit, he is an attractive person in my eyes. In every way, he resembles my first love's personality, but I refused his words. "Look, you should love a girl who accepts you as you are," I said, blinking. Whether I spoke right or wrong, I didn't know. All I felt was nervousness. He sighed, "You are my keeper. I'll do whatever you say." He said this and walked away. I was confused. I asked myself, "Am I a keeper? When and where?" After some days, I found out something about him that left me speechless. All I did was kiss him.
Every sacrifice has its own story. Some get acknowledged while some remain lost in the pages of history.
The wives of Pandavas were an unwavering support to their husbands and children.
Be it any pain or any obstacle they faced it with a smile standing with their family in all the thick and think.
ever wondered how they felt in all those moments where pain would engulf them?
where they smiled with tears in their eyes?
*A fictional story*