The Love That Wasn't Meant To Be
Author's note: The names in this story have been changed.
Part 2Within 5 months, my parents moved house and it took me miles away from my sweetheart. However, we got to live near some of her relatives whom I got to know very well and spend a lot of time around. It was brilliant as Zia would come down during her holidays. Everything between her family and I seemed as perfect as it could be. We would meet discreetly from our families until we both felt ready for marriage. By then, we had been going out for 3 years and the love just got stronger with each passing day.
Both of us came from Indian families. Hence, the Indian culture and religion plays a major part in our families. Culturally and religiously, what we have been doing would have been deemed inappropriate. Having a romance like what we had was taboo at the time. Our long distance relationship went on for years with me travelling to her at every opportunity I received. I gave her every attention I could from my body, heart and soul. We lied, hid and did anything possible to gain every single moment together. By now, we could not keep our hands off each other and being apart for any time was something neither she nor I could handle anymore.
Both of us decided that it was time we spoke to our families. Her parents have known me pretty well over the years and there should really be no problems if my parents asked for her hand in marriage. I was lucky as my parents were very liberal so it was much easier for me to talk to them. We had a family meeting with my family and I made my intentions known and confess my love for the woman I love. I asked them to ask her parents for her hand in marriage. Her dad had passed away so her uncles and mother were to be consulted. This is the way how things should be done culturally. My parents set up a meeting with her family and I was asked to be present at the discussion. The day came where we went to ask for her hand in marriage,
I felt very uncomfortable when we entered but played that down to me being nervous. We took our seats and greeted everyone as we are all familiar with each other. One of her uncle is an accountant and he began asking me several questions. General questions which I answered to the best of my ability. I sensed or get the feeling that somehow things have changed overnight. They were asking me questions as if they had never knew me. It was a scary feeling. One of the questions was how I would look after his niece as I had no academic qualifications since I left school early to help my sick dad . My dad and I suggested I would run his business which I would inherit eventually. Her uncles did not seemed very impressed with that answer. He said to me he had high hopes for his niece and would prefer someone that is more professional with some qualifications like a doctor, lawyer or even an accountant. In his eyes, being a businessman or self-employed was not very professional. He also asked how much money I have. At that point, being young and naive, I was becoming very upset as I got the impression that I was in the bank applying for a mortgage. I kept my cool and listen carefully to everything they have to say. By that time, I realised that her family did not approve of me. It was shocking to me, but it was the truth. Her uncle went on to say that without a profession or a degree, life would be very difficult for me. I even offered to study hoping this would please him. I was hurt to bits but the fear of not going to be with the woman I love more than life scares me more than anything else.