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.
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