Meer's unconditional love and immense warmth melted her mom's heart and she was certain she couldn't have found a better match for her. Her fear of social stigma eventually began fading away. One evening as she sat sharing her deep worries with him over a cup of coffee, she was taken by a great surprise to know he was already aware of Priyam's firm stand of not marrying in her lifetime. Though she was relieved to discover her daughter had not kept any secrets from the man she said she loved do dearly, she really looked forward to know how Meer had taken it.
In reply to her concern, the always sorted and composed Meer convinced her to wait and give her princess time, time for her on trust on humanity to come back, time for her ugly memories give way to the more beautiful ones she was weaving now. He had full faith that the therapeutic touch of his true love would cajole his lady love one day to accept the traditions and customs that made no sense to her now. For him their souls were united forever that fateful night they accepted each other in the sacred Lord Shiva temple of their college campus in the presence of Gods and all the stars of the universe and an official wedding was just a matter of societal obligation now.
Thus, he himself was in no mood to hurry up things or impose a decision on Priyam. With their workspace at office just a floor apart and their apartments in the same tower, they were living a dream. Priyam was the happiest of them all. Meer had filled the perennial void on her heart with gallons of serine love, warmth and care and in her rare innocent ways Priyam touched Meer's soul umpteen times each day. They were truly made for each other and I so wished they remained happy like this forever.
Their world suddenly was so beautiful and they immersed and satiated their souls of each other's love to their heart's content after two long years of separation. They ate, shopped, cooked, hanged around arm in arm and slept together. It was as if they were glued to each other and life seemed a bed of roses momentarily. They even took cookery and dancing classes together on weekends. Like I always say, the most beautiful relations in the world are the ones which don't have a name, their mare enchanting fragrance keeps the two hearts entrancingly elated. Naming brings in social responsibilities and many expectations too, so one must only take the plunge only once he or she is ready for the same or else wait for the right moment like my PriyaMeer.
Priyam has weaved her world in his arms and she cared a pence about the society. She has had enough of their ruthless ways and shallow faiths from her childhood. Meer was her pride and she somehow believed marriage may ruin their divine relationship. With every passing day her belief grew firmer and all she desired and craved for was to be in his warm embrace till her last breath. Though Meer was ready to give her beloved all the time of the universe, it was getting increasingly difficult for him to hide his love from his parents and family who still had no clue about Priyam and wanted their youngest one to settle down.
What do you think Meer should be doing in such a situation? To find out, you can grab the next volume right here on TrulyYoursRoma tomorrow. Stay tuned.
You may as well like to catch up with the earlier volumes of this Enchanting Love Saga of Priyam and Meer here: Vol1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6,7 ,8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14,15,16,17, 18,19,20,21,22
This is my second #AtoZChallenge. While last year I chose to write on 26 True Stories on Indian Women, this year I am weaving Priyam and Meer's Eternal Love Story. Do share your genuine feedback, this blog breathes on your comments.