So here is the first chp guys. This is my first story so there can be grammatical mistakes, just inform me in the comments and don't forget to vote and comment back your feedback.

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हमारा इश्क़ शोर नहीं करता,
ना रोज़ जताता है, ना लड़ता है।
ये वो प्रेम है जो चुपचाप,
उमर भर साथ चलता है।
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"Wake up, Aashu! It's already 8 in the morning!"
Mumma barged into my room, voice full of determination.

"Mumma... five minutes," I mumbled, dragging the bedsheet over my face.

But of course, she resorted to her favourite torture.
She switched off the fan.

"Mummmaaa!" I shot up instantly. Nothing annoys me more than someone turning off the fan or AC when I'm sleeping. And she knows it. In fact, she uses it.

"Aashu, your 'five minutes' is equal to one more hour. I am not dealing with that today in my house." she said, arms crossed.

"But Mumma today is Sunday! And also, what do you mean your house? This is my house too!" I argued.

"Hmm, yes. But now you're 24, settled in your career... so I think it's time to talk about marriage."
Before I could explode, Dad walked in.

Instantly, I ran and hugged him.
"Dadd! Your wife is planning to marry me off already! And she won't even let me sleep for five more minutes!"

Dad chuckled. "Laxmi, why did you wake my princess so early?" She gave bombastic side eye to Papa and he gulped looking at mumma's eyes.

I was almost going to burst out but then he looked at me and said, "No one can separate my Aashu from me. You are my angel."

I flipped my hair at mumma.
"See? Dad loves me more."

"Oh really?" Mumma raised a brow.
"Yes! Because he's not desperate to marry me off like you," I scoffed.

She smacked my head lightly. "Ouch! Mumma! See Dad, your beautiful wife is hitting me!"

Papa whispered dramatically, "I've been looking at her since the day I met her... still beautiful."
Mumma blushed like a teenager but quickly composed herself.

"Enough of your nonsense, both of you. Aashu, freshen up and come for breakfast. And you-" she pointed at Papa- "you don't need special invitations, right?. Let's go."

They both left, and I dragged myself to the bathroom.

While brushing my teeth, I stared at myself in the mirror.
Dark skin. PCOD scars. Acne. Facial hair I was tired of dealing with.

Periods that behaves like Mumbai rains - unpredictable and always dramatic. I have used medicines more than anything in my life but nothing cured it.

It's not that I hate myself... but sometimes seeing others makes me feel insecure.
Still, my family has always loved me just the way I am.

Today I'm a successful CA working at a well known consultancy firm in Mumbai with a good package. Those sleepless nights, endless syllabus, stress - everything paid off. And my parents supported me through all of it.

But now... Mumma has only one thing on her mind: my marriage.
Especially since my cousin's wedding got fixed. And today, we were leaving for the village to attend it.

I'm excited though. I'll finally meet my grandparents after so long. And Dru-my best friend-is coming too. She is an extroverted and cheerful girl.

When I was not believing in myself she was the one with me from my school days. She works as a hotel Manager.

"Aashu! Fast!" Mumma's scream broke my thoughts.

"Haa mumma, vastunna!" (Coming)
I showered quickly and wore a comfy T-shirt and shorts for the day.

At the dining table, my brother-aka Kotti-smirked like a villain.(Monkey)

"Em pandi, idi levadam samayam aa? Naa daggara koncham lessons tisko." he teased.
(Is this the time to wake up, you pig? Learn something from me.)

"Noru musko ra, kotti mokkamoda," I snapped.
(Shut up, monkey.)

"Mee iddaru catfight stop chesi tinuri" Mumma scolded us serving breakfast in our plates. "Pelli cheskune vaysu vachina kotlada apparu." She sighed.
(Both of you stop your catfight and eat. You're old enough to marry but still fighting like kids.)

I hugged Papa dramatically with a pout.
"See how your wife and son bully me! Am I really old enough to marry?!"

Papa hugged back me and sighed as my brother added, "If you had married already, by now you'd have two kids."

"Kotti!" I glared at him. "When I get marry you will be the one who will cry the most and plead me to not go."

He fake-sprayed water on his face like tears.
"This is how I'll cry at your marriage" he announced and burst out laughing.

"Enough!" Mumma said. "Eat and pack your bags. In the village you won't get things so easily. So don't forget anything"

"Okay, Home Minister!" we all chorused.

After breakfast, everyone disappeared into their rooms. I packed my bags, and then helped my uncle's family downstairs.

I called Dru, as she lift the phone "HEYYY AASHU!!" I put the phone away from my ears to her scream and can sense the enthusiasm in her voice. "Dru slowly, I am on call only" I said.

"You know what...." like that we started our gossiping session about our friends aka snakes and ending every topic with 'Chod hume kya karna hai'. It went on for hours when aunty called her for some work.

By evening, I changed into a simple and comfy kurta as I prefer comfy clothes while travelling.
We loaded our luggage into the cabs and started toward the railway station.

I looked out of the window, sun is setting in its place, sky is getting darker but people in Mumbai are still running for their work.

I closed my eyes to have a moment- A long journey awaited us - full of teasing, laughter, and maybe some Drama.

Little did I know how life would change.

I woke up at 6 AM as usual. Gym was non-negotiable. After pulling on my gym clothes, I headed downstairs with my childhood best friend, Shreshth.

He's annoying, dramatic, but he's been by my side since age eight.

I'm a gynecologist by profession-something I got drawn to during my medical college days. And today, I'm settled, successful, and still living in the same society as my parents and uncle's family.

It was Sunday, normally a holiday, unless emergencies demanded otherwise. But I had taken leave from today onwards - my cousin Samar was getting married.

After gym, I got ready in a black T-shirt and grey trousers, and joined my family for breakfast.

The air felt strange. Silent. Heavy.

Ah yes. The silence before a storm.

They all were fighting with their eyes like you start , no you start.

Finally!!

"Aarav beta..." Amma began hesitantly.

"Yes, Amma?" I asked putting a morsel into my mouth.

"We were thinking about... your marriage."

Bomb dropped.
I choked on my food. Dhairya handed me water. "Slowly, annaya."

"Amma... you know right? I don't want to marry right now." I said and I really not ready for all this stuff with my busy career.

"You are 28, beta. If not now, then when?" Dad joined in.

"But I'm not ready for that responsibility," I tried explaining.

"Everyone takes responsibility at this age," Dad said gently.

"And if you have a girl in mind," Amma added, "tell us. Otherwise, we will start looking."

Dhairya decided to add fuel to the fire.
"Yes, annaya! Bring my vadina soon! Only after you marry, I get my chance!"

"Oh? So you're waiting in line?" I raised a brow. "Anyone special?"

"No... no! I was just saying!"

Finally, I sighed and turned towards amma.
"Okay Amma, Nanna. Let us finish Samar's wedding first. Then we'll think about mine."

Satisfied, they let the topic go.

After packing, I called Shreshth.

"Are you missing me already?" he teased.

"No, idiot. Just informing you we're leaving for the village in the evening."

He paused. "What happened? You sound stressed."

I explained the breakfast disaster.

He laughed loudly.
"They're right, bro. If not now, when?"

"Says the most single man alive," I shot back.

"My soulmate will appear when she wants. I'm talking about my future bhabhi."

"Who? What... bhabhi?!" I asked shockingly seeing his fast-forward imagination.

"You won't understand, Aarav. When she comes, you will know she's the one." He said.

"I don't even believe in love," I reminded him.

"You will. Mark my words-you'll fall harder than anyone else."

I hung up before he could spit more nonsense.
While packing my bag, I paused for a moment.

Career? On track.
Family? Happy.
Life? Comfortable.

Marriage?
A giant question mark.

Maybe I was scared.
Not of loving someone... but of failing someone.

My profession already consumes most of me.
Late nights. Emergency surgeries. Patients calling at odd hours.
How do you build a marriage around that?

I've always believed love is... overrated. Dramatic. Unnecessary.

But sometimes, when I see a husband holding his wife's hand during an ultrasound...
When I see a father crying at the birth of his baby girl...
Some part of me wonders...

Will I ever feel something like that?
Will someone ever look at me the way my patients look at their husbands?

I shut the suitcase before my thoughts spiraled further.

Not today.
Not this week.
This week is about celebration, family, and escaping marriage drama.

At least... that's what I thought.

The day passed quickly with everyone excited about the wedding. By evening, we all left for the railway station.

I had no idea something unexpected was waiting for me there.

Something... or someone.

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Note:
The main leads are from Telangana but they live with their family in Mumbai. Their jobs are also there in this city only
So they know Telugu, English, Hindi and also Marathi. So dialogues will be in all this languages but there would be translation for it. So don't get misunderstand about that and dont forget to vote and comment.

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