The meeting was held in a carefully arranged living room, where Veer and Aarohi’s families gathered to discuss the arranged marriage, but beneath the polite smiles, tension quietly lingered. Elders spoke confidently about traditions, compatibility, and social expectations, treating the alliance as a settled matter rather than a choice. Every sentence carried certainty, leaving little room for disagreement.
Veer sat stiffly, his responses brief and restrained, clearly present only out of obligation. Aarohi remained composed, her hands folded in her lap, listening respectfully while feeling unheard. Neither of them met each other’s eyes for long; silence became their shared language of resistance. While relatives discussed dates, rituals, and preparations, the two at the center of it all felt like spectators in their own lives.
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