Coming from a middle-class family, I knew that if I wanted to achieve my dreams, I had to work hard. I wanted to move to the US and study more and get a good job there. My family was in full support of it. However, our financial circumstances did not allow it easily. So I worked hard and got a scholarship to a top US university.
There, I met two of my best friends, Karan and Priya. They both came from affluent families in India and were richer than anyone I knew. Together we had the best few years in university. Eventually, Karan and Priya fell in love and got married while I pursued my dream further and started working for one of the top banks in the world.
After two years of their marriage, Karan and Priya had a son, Rahul. However, just a few weeks after Rahul’s birth, Priya got into a car accident and passed away. Rahul had lost his mother before he even barely knew her; I had lost my best friend and Karan had lost his love. Unfortunately, none of Karan’s parents or Priya’s parents were able to come and support him during this time so, I took it upon myself to support him through the trying times.
I treated Rahul just like my own son and took care of him. The best part about all this was when he began speaking, he called me ‘mumma. Tears poured out of my eyes and that’s when I was sure that despite having the ‘big’ job, I wanted to be a mother. Karan too had started to come out of grief. It was no secret that over the years Karan and I had become close and there was some kind of connection, however, we did not know what. I was attracted to him but I wasn’t sure if he was attracted to me or was just being kind. I wanted him to express his love and was scared that if I did, I might lose Rahul and I didn’t want that to happen.
One day we were given a surprise visit by his parents. Once again, my social class came into question. Karan’s parents didn’t like the fact that their grandchild called a middle-class woman his mother. I was disheartened and what was even worse was that Karan didn’t say a word or stopped his parents from saying all this.
Heartbroken with tears streaming down my cheeks, I started to leave. Just then Karan stood up and grabbed my hand, stopping me from leaving. He said, ‘You can’t leave. I won’t let you leave. If it wasn’t for you I would have broken down back when I lost Priya. If it wasn’t for you, my son, our son wouldn’t be how he is today. You are the reason I was able to enjoy life once again. It’s true that Priya was my first love and she will forever have a special place in my heart but that doesn’t mean that I can’t love anyone else. I love you and I don’t have the strength to lose another woman that I love.’
Karan’s parents disapproved of me and him initially, they threatened to even disown him (and did for some time). However, eventually seeing how happy Karan, Rahul and I were, they let go of their ego and accepted us. We’ve been together for three years now and over these few years, our love has just grown stronger. As far as Rahul is concerned, he’s turning out to be a lot like his mother and constantly reminds us of how lovely she was. With my dream job, a loving husband and a beautiful son, I finally feel complete.
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