When I was in my first year of Inter, I moved from the village to the city to pursue my studies. I enrolled in a coaching class where I met a sir who was passing out from Rajshahi Medical College. He was an inspiration to everyone, well-respected, and admired for both his character and appearance. Naturally, I found myself fond of him after about 7-8 months, though I never expressed my feelings initially.
One day, gathering my courage, I confessed that I liked him. He responded thoughtfully, reminding me that my parents sent me to study, not to fall in love. Since then, he began to distance himself from me, but by then, my feelings had grown deep. Over time, I noticed he was also becoming emotionally vulnerable towards me. One day, he told me, “If you knew one real truth about my life, you wouldn’t want to love me anymore.” I pressed him to share, but he insisted that knowing might disrupt my studies.
Despite the emotional turmoil, I missed my chance at medical school due to unforeseen circumstances. However, motivated by his advice, I appeared for the Rajshahi University entrance exam and was accepted. When I secured admission to such a prestigious university, I asked him to send a proposal to my family, believing he had all the qualities to be accepted.
Every time I brought up the topic, he grew anxious. Eventually, he revealed that he had been married during his second year of medical school, but tragically, his wife passed away just two years into their marriage. Despite this revelation, my feelings remained unchanged. However, my parents disapproved of our relationship and distanced themselves from me, refusing to accept my choices.
Eventually, we got married. Our life together was filled with happiness and mutual support. We even planned to have a baby, hoping that the presence of a grandchild might soften my parents’ hearts. Unfortunately, I suffered a miscarriage at seven months. My mother-in-law remarked that my hardships were the result of disobeying my parents. This comment deeply affected me, leaving me to question if it could be true.
I wonder if my parents will ever accept us. Despite the struggles, our love remains strong, but the longing for parental acceptance continues to linger in my heart.