SaGa of Pyaar, Proposal and first Yes

Hey guys let's continue our fairytale SaGa you must be thinking that did haseena said yes.. then I will say NO. She gave him space started talking but no still something was there which was keeping her on guard .her feelings were stopping her ..mind and heart were working different directions..So I will dive into this roller coaster ride of emotions along with you and tell you from friendship to proposal ka safar...

How simple respect got converted to love and pata bhi ni chla..

Soon, we started coming home together  sitting beside each other on the bus, sharing stolen glances and soft silences. He made sure I got off safely and would always walk me home, like it was his silent duty. 

He started helping me study too, patiently explaining everything, even if it meant staying longer than he should. And somewhere between shared notes and bus rides, something began to shift. We weren’t just talking anymore we were feeling. There were signs subtle but loud to the heart. The way he’d get restless if I didn’t reply. The way I’d wait for his voice message, pretending I didn’t care. The way our worlds slowly started orbiting around each other. It felt like the beginning of something beautiful… or dangerous.

Maybe both. There were signs we were becoming obsessed. 

But I chose to ignore them all. I told myself it’s nothing. Just a phase. Just friendship.

But deep down, I knew  something more had already taken root.

We used to meet on Sundays.

Not for coffee dates or long drives, but for learning or at least that’s what we called it.

He would tell me he’d teach me about different muscles in dogs, using live stray dogs as examples. I believed him. And honestly, it was our excuse, our quiet little way of meeting. In the name of study, we were actually creating memories, that felt small at that moment but later turn out to be the cutest ones.

Our “dates” were usually temple visits. No fancy plans, no labels. Just walking barefoot, folding hands, sharing silence. Sometimes I feel God was gently conspiring to turn us into a couple, long before we realized it ourselves.

We met in Library, under the pretext of studying… or maybe it was just another reason to be together. He would show me all kinds of articles he had read, things he’d memorized purely to gain knowledge and I’d listen, fascinated, not just by what he knew, but by the way he wanted to share it with me.

Looking back, it’s funny how love didn’t announce itself loudly. It slipped in quietly. Inspite of all of this I was always telling him the same thing that we were just normal friends. I made it clear I didn’t see him as a partner, that I liked someone else, and that he shouldn’t waste his time on me. I even went as far as suggesting other girls to him, insisting he talk to them, give himself a chance elsewhere. I truly believed I was being practical, maybe even kind. But he never agreed. He would listen quietly and then repeat the same words, every single time. He told me he had been drawn to me from the very first moment he saw me, that something about that day stayed with him. He said he had already made up his mind back that one day, I would be his wife. This became our routine. I would push him away with logic.

He would stay, unmoved, with certainty.

Day after day, we repeated the same conversation, unaware that somewhere between my resistance and his patience, a story was slowly writing itself. But nothing changed overnight. I still played my little chase games, still hid behind logic and hesitation, pretending my heart wasn’t paying attention. He stayed the same..steady, patient and certain. Days turned into months, and his consistency never faded. Not once. His effort didn’t demand, his feelings didn’t rush; they simply remained. And then came 16.12.2013. He chose to turn an ordinary moment into magic. He brought a rose from a temple, as if it carried a blessing meant just for me, and gave it to me at Gopalpur Zoo. Surrounded by quiet paths and wandering life, he went down on one knee and asked me to be his forever. I stood there, heart racing, watching a man hold a rose and offer me a future. It felt unreal like stepping into a fairytale I never imagined would find me, yet one I knew I wanted to stay in.

That day, something softened inside Haseena. Watching his patience, his quiet hard work and the way he never stopped choosing me, I realized some stories don’t need resistance,they need courage and get what I finally said yes. Not because I was convinced, but because I could no longer ignore what was real.

It felt like a fairytale moment that I couldn’t resist anymore. So gave this boy a chance, one honest chance and in doing so, stepped into a story that had been waiting for me all along.

This wasn’t the end of our story, it was the beginning. From that moment, our relationship truly started. What followed wasn’t just romance, but growth, learning, and choosing each other every day. In the next blog, I’ll share the problems we faced, how we coped with them and how love found its way through romantic collage dates and small efforts that kept us moving forward and together..

Till than

See you all

Your loving haseena

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