We had 4 years of a long relationship.
Articles tagged with love marriage.
I am scared to lose such a person.
My relationship was like a ticking time bomb.
I met him during my studies abroad.
I told him about my feelings for this another man.
I realized that miracles and true love do exist.
She always did what made him happy.
I proposed to her on my knees.
I wanted to kill myself because of the way he treated me.
After 7 years, we decided to get married.
I kept waiting for him to discuss our marriage with his parents.
I quietly watched him take another girl's hand.
I still get goosebumps.
I want to talk to you one last time.
I have a family of ‘educated illiterates’ and they are not sorry.
I did whatever he asked me to.
I realized how much of an ego they had.
I had to clutch at my mouth tightly with my hand so that no one could hear me cry.
Kiske sath soke aa rahi hai?
She was heartbroken and I felt sorry for her.
It was quite clear that I was living through a distorted perception of love.
I managed to get in touch with his ex.
This will end only on the day I die.
He would commit female feticide if I conceive a girl.
She always found a reason to blame me.
I didn't trust him at that time.
They couldn't live without each other.
I found the gas regulators on and a burning diya kept next to the stove.
People would go to great lengths to get us to fall apart.
I saw this macho guy with a moustache and glares on.
We could never end up together.
She always wanted a girl from a rich Punjabi family.
They openly taunted us for getting married.
He just said, “God knows what you did.”
My father-in-law had tears in his eyes.
Last year, two shocking incidents happened in his family.
I will carry to my grave, the guilt of marrying this guy.
Separation isn’t easy.
I got pregnant again.
I can’t imagine how his father could have said this.
They wanted me to sit in the centre and face all the humiliation.
That’s when I knew.
Over time, the cuddles and kisses became non-existent.
Since we were physical, I got pregnant.
On the day of the wedding itself, I got an indication of what was to come.
They want me to shift to the USA.
I was there for him emotionally, physically, and financially.
It has been 4 years since then.
I thought love was a joke, until love treated me as one.
I texted him, and in no time, he called me.
He conveyed several messages through my friends that I should break up with him.
I was looking for companionship and happiness.
I caught him red-handed.
I was never taught such things.
He started sitting in a room and locked himself up in it.
I received a call from my love's mother that he tried to commit suicide.
Even in those fights, I felt his love for me.
My husband was sexting.
I loved a boy and got married to him.
I really feel for him and miss him a lot.
It was a progressive kind of love.
I met a guy who ruined my life.
He would come home just to eat and do as he pleased.
Everything was beautiful between the two of them.
Today, this lady, broke me.
“Sleep with him anyway."
After I reached Bangalore, the nightmare did not end.
It was my first birthday after marriage and I was very excited.
I didn’t let him speak more.
My suffering did not go unnoticed though.
I am not treated like a daughter-in-law.
What followed next is a bit of an opposition from both families.
It all began when I was 4.
Mine was a love marriage. We were in a relationship for seven years before we decided to tie the knot.
My story is no different from any man and woman in this country struggling to get married in their late twenties or early thirties, especially dealing with the age-old arranged...
One day I broke my silence.
Today, my mother is no more.
She slapped his head and welcomed him back to reality.
My mom-in-law would tell him in front of me to slap me if I replied rudely to him.
And here starts my: 'No, OUR love story.'