Unfolding "SAGA":- Haseena Maan Jayegi

Hi this is my third blog in the series of "SaGa"..

If you read my previous blog then you must know what this is about..today I'm going to narrate efforts my pasandida mard put to woo my heart and to have me in his life..you know typical bollywood style, making me to skip every beat of my heart..and I know when you will start reading you will resonate with me.. so let's dive into the world of fairytale lovestory♥️♥️

So we talked but he never got place in my heart..it was just like random talking in today's term you can say more like 'situationship'..I always thought that I'm never going to marry and will stay with my parents so I don't need any partner in my life..(I must tell you that I was much serious about that) but this guy he was so persistent in winning me that in the end I lost myself in his fight of love.

His efforts were like K- drama vibes and old school types..I mean- typical fairytale..

He always waited for me at the bus stand because somehow, he just knew I’d be on that bus. He missed his own rides, boarded late ones, just to see me. Every morning and evening, he stood there, knowing she’d come back. He quietly paid my fare, never asked for anything back… just looked at me and I swear, that look gave me butterflies.

I always went with my friend to see his douchebag friend but his eyes were always on me, he always noticed what I wore and always loved my style..(btw told by him, later on)

               There’s this one memory I hold so close to my heart, it still makes me smile like a hopeless romantic. It was raining hard that day, the kind of rain that soaks you in seconds. I was running, drenched and breathless and trying to dodge puddles, when suddenly… out of nowhere, a hand appeared beside me. A right hand, with a small mole I still remember so clearly. It held a black umbrella over me. For a second, I froze. Someone had entered my space, this close and I panicked. My first thought? “Oh God, some creep!” I turned in a rush, but when I saw him, my breath hitched. It was him. 

My heart raced, not out of fear, but from a rush of unexpected hormones and a whirlwind of emotions. And what did I do? I shooed him away. See, being a local girl from a small place, I was scared. What if someone saw me? What if rumors started? What if my parents heard something? But this guy, stubborn as always — just smiled and insisted me to keep the umbrella. I kept refusing, nervous and flustered, but he continued walking beside me, umbrella held firmly in place. Eventually, I gave in. I surrendered to his quiet persistence and accepted the umbrella. 

But here’s the twist, after handing it to me he didn’t leave. He kept walking behind me. Through the streets. Into my lane. Quiet, steady, constant. That was the first time he followed me home — and I was equal parts embarrassed and bewildered. I remember turning back, my face burning, heart racing, thinking, “What is this guy even doing??” And now, when I look back at that moment, all I can think is — that was straight out of a romance film.

My own little heroine moment.

A drenched girl, a stubborn boy, and one black umbrella. Ohhh my heart. ♥️

After that incident, he became regular always walking behind me, always showing up. And honestly? I started getting irritated. So, I began playing with him. Every evening, he’d call and ask, “Where are you?” And like a typical brat, I’d give him the wrong location. He’d rush there, call again, and I’d lie once more. It became a little game for me but strangely, he never got angry. He just kept chasing my lies with the same patience, the same soft voice. I don’t know if he was just too hopeful… or too deep in love.

 I even took it a step further some days after college, I’d head straight home but still make him wait at the bus stand of college, thinking maybe this time he’d get frustrated and finally give up. I did this not once or twice, but for nearly 3–4 months. I thought my silence, my games, my distance would drive him away. But no, he kept showing up. Every single day. No complaints, no questions. Just that same quiet presence. And honestly? His sheer tenacity still leaves me speechless👏

But as you know "Too much cleverness doesn’t work for long” same happened with me...One day, I played the same old game...I was about to reach home when he came from behind running full of sweat and caught me on gaurd, on that day he scolded me so much, I felt so bad looking at him that how much hardwork he is doing for me..those teary eyes, those sweaty look and frowning face, on that day my guilt made me to stop ..after that I never repeated that again and thought of giving chance to my super cute stubborn boy...

Later I found out that he’d often visit his seniors’ house who, by chance, lived in my area on rent. But the reason wasn’t some casual visit. It was me. He used to call and ask me to come to the roof or balcony, just for a second because he wanted to see me. He would stand there, silently, for long minutes… waiting, watching, hoping for even the tiniest glimpse. Uffff… tell me honestly — aren’t you falling for a guy like that too? Because I did. Slowly. Softly. Without even realizing it.

I was his junior, just one face in a busy college, but somehow I became his priority. He always tell me that the moment he saw me, something in him softened. He’d walk past my department on purpose, linger near the notice board, or sit in the canteen during my break just to catch a glimpse. He never made it obvious, never loud  but his quiet routines were built around the hope of seeing me. A glance from afar, a brief smile, and that was enough for him. It wasn’t obsession, it was gentle longing. The kind that doesn’t chase…just waits to be seen.

He never demanded anything from me. He didn’t ask me to like him back or give him answers I wasn’t ready to say out loud. But his eyes...oh, his eyes. They held a kind of hope that scared me. Like he saw something in me I hadn’t yet seen in myself. A future maybe. A chance. A story waiting to be written.

On the other way around I was stuck between confusion and fear, tried to deny everything. I thought if I ignored him, he would stop. I thought creating distance would make the feelings fade. But it didn’t. Because his love wasn’t loud, it was steady and real. The kind that doesn’t need words, it just stays. Quietly. Until one day, you finally see it for what it truly is the most genuine love of all.

There’s something I’ve come to realize only now, after everything..He was the one putting in all the effort. It wasn’t me. He was the one who waited, who showed up without being asked, who always knew when I needed someone even if I hadn’t said a word. He made time, even on days when I didn’t acknowledge it. While I stayed guarded behind the label of “just senior/junior,” he kept choosing me in every small, quiet way. He never missed a chance to see me, whether it was walking me home after college, watching me silently in college, messaging first or helping me study late into the night. He found excuses to be around. And me? I just watched. I convinced myself it was nothing. That he was just kind. That I shouldn’t fall into it. I stayed silent when his actions screamed care, comfort, and consistency.

Today I feel lucky to have him as my husband in life ...he struggled alot more than me to have me in my life we had intercaste love and he was the one who faced everything single handedly..

       Ok guys so if you’ve read till the end, you’re probably wondering "Did Haseena finally say yes?" Well, of course she did. She lost her battle of stubbornness to his calmness, persistence and quiet unwavering love. Because no matter how hard she tried to push him away, he never left. And sometimes, that kind of love patient, gentle, and consistent is impossible to ignore.

So in the next blog, I’ll be sharing how this Haseena and her deewana finally stepped into love…How their story really began. And yes how he finally proposed.

Stay tuned because this love story is just getting started. 💌✨

Till then 

Take care

See you in next blog

Yours friendly Haseena

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