Past has a deep remark on our future.

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In the end, the beginning has its destruction. We always want to achieve want we don't have and neglect what we have.

And the generous earth glimpses everything with its devastating eyes.

My father never told me in the first place that he wants me to get married!

Why couldn't he understand that there is nothing exquisite about being married, following the same pattern over and over again!

"Paa can I talk to you for a second?" I raised my eyebrow critically in caution because I was afraid of what is about to come.

"Okay. Follow me then!"

And I have no idea why he doesn't want to talk about this ahead of everyone!

And I followed him to the upstairs where it wind could interrupt us!

"Tell me what's the problem, Julia?" He asked me as I was a kid at nine age. He asked me as I am the little lady with the flowers waiting to get accepted.

We always had some time of fondness which we shared. But could I make him understand what I feel?

And not only him!

How could I make everyone understand what I perceive! There is destruction inside me which is afraid of getting caught in the rain. There is destruction inside which is afraid of all the pain.

"I don't want to get married, Dad" I looked away while letting out these words from my mouth. These syllables were hard to comprehend.

"You don't like the boy?" He was confused, his eyes were engrossed in deep thoughts. The stubble around his jaw was telling me he has not shaved from a long time ago.

But his question caught me off-guard! It's not about the boy! Or any of the Men around there.

Maybe I don't want to belong with any more it's much to consume your soul and I am not ready for that yet.

Anyways, these Men barely have the brain of human existence and I decline anything which doesn't work on knowledge!

"Dad, I just don't want to get married ever, never want to belong to somebody!" This time my voice was a little loud and I forgot that I was speaking to my paa. His eyes went wide for a second, he jerked his hand to my outburst.

Then he began walking towards me.
He patted my head as he was the paa and I was his little child. Then ruffled my hair as he always does in the name of affection, then looked at my eyes.

"We always have to belong to someone, think about the generous stars they always belong to the sky, and the night, that belongs to the dreamer, like the way art belongs to the artist, as you and your mother belong to me! You cannot live on your alone for your entire life, Julia there must be someone to hold your hand, look into your eyes and tells you whenever you went wrong, cherish you in your joy, suffers with you in your pain! Why don't you understand!"

And then I remembered about my grandpa telling me about his story with grand maa. The way they were there for each other in pain and joy.

I still remembered, my grandpa's last words in the previous year when he died at the hospital bed

"Julia, my darling, go for love then you can only win the world as everyone here is already enduring pain,"

And as his last image flashes back on my memories I started crying,
I have been saving these tears for way long back. But I cannot handle it anymore.

They started flowing shamelessly onto my skin, remarking their presence as it is anything to glorify about.

"Shh. Maybe you get what I am trying to say and maybe you didn't but what I want to say is I just want to see you happy, you know how time plays with all of us and one day we won't be here for you anymore, you will need someone you know- to hold your hand to tell you; you are not alone,"

Then he embraced me into a tight hug.
And at the moment I thought the whole universe will collapse soon, the world will end soon only the love will remain between us.

The woman and its heart has always fought so many battles silently that no one will understand.

And maybe he is right, yes! I know he is completely right!

I have to get married one day! I have to let go of my all week moments one day to accept what is about to come.

"So what do you think?" He again looked at me.

"Give me some time dad," I almost whispered fighting back my thousands of emotions that were bottling up as the rage of fire.

"Take as much as you want, and you can start from dating, I know this must be very hard for you as you hate all those stupid Men but trust me I am one of those too!"

And I laughed, laughed hard as I will not laugh again. Suddenly, for a moment I thought everything is fine in the place at the exact right moment.

Probably sometimes we forget to cherish the life in us ahead glory of the world.

"And if you don't like that stupid heir of Mehra industries, I don't mind! Like whoever you want, do whatever you want to do just don't forget to start living again,"

Then I hugged him hard this time, as there will be no tomorrow as the earth will be shattered soon, maybe some tragedies are hard to define but we will always beat on!

We went downstairs, where everyone was already in their correct spot watching out every step.

"So?" Arnav asked this time with his stoned face.

My mother was too horrified to see my face, she must have realised that I had been crying.

"So what heir of Mehra Industries? " I chuckled a little to ease the tension in the room.

His eyes became too deep for a second then he covered it up again, "nothing, see you in your office," he winked then stride away from the doors.

And just I was thinking of having a sane conversation with him. He dared to wink at me.

And what is he going to see in my office?

"Don't scare him now!" My father laughed at me. And the whole family joined in the remnants of laughter.

When I realise what the time was I got ready in the shortest period.

Then I went to find a taxi on the crowded road when it was buzzing with traffic.
Luckily, I found one in the duration then I reached office.
When I reached there everyone was working just the way they were supposed to be. As I reached my cabin I saw my desk and found a letter on it.

It was in the brown envelope, the envelope looks very well-antiquated as freshly taken away from the vintage era.

That Mehra must have sent it for me, I thought while picking it up.

I ripped the cover in one way the paper nicely folded in a well- manner and when I read the first sentence my blood boiled again,

N.V.M

I am regretful

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What do you think?

What is about to come in the future for Julia?

Do you like Arnav Mehra?

Come on tell me all the things!

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