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For mother in law part -18

 Embracing the Inevitable: Arun’s Final Surrender


The morning of the meeting arrived, and Arun found himself standing before the mirror, staring at his reflection. The past few weeks had been a whirlwind of emotions—denial, resistance, confusion. But as he looked at himself now, something felt different.


His long hair was neatly combed, soft and flowing down his back, waiting to be adorned with jasmine. His saree draped around him effortlessly, its folds moving like a second skin. His bangles clinked softly as he adjusted the pleats.


There was no hesitation in his hands.


No forced compliance.


Only quiet acceptance.


Lakshmi entered the room, carrying a fresh garland of jasmine. Without a word, she stepped behind him and gently placed it in his hair. The familiar fragrance wrapped around him, and Arun closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.


“You look beautiful, kanna,” Lakshmi said, her voice warm with approval.


Arun opened his eyes slowly. “Amma… I think I’m ready.”


Lakshmi cupped his face, pride shining in her eyes. “I knew you would be.”


The Meeting with Karthik


As Arun stepped into the hall, he felt a mix of nervousness and a strange sense of calm. His saree swayed with each step, the gentle weight of his bangles grounding him. Meena and the others watched eagerly, whispering among themselves about how stunning he looked.


Then, his eyes met Karthik’s.


The young man stood politely, his gaze soft but observant. There was no judgment in his eyes, no surprise—just quiet understanding. Arun swallowed hard, lowering his gaze slightly, a shy habit he hadn’t realized he had developed.


Lakshmi smiled and gestured for Arun to sit beside Karthik. “Why don’t you both talk for a while?”



The room slowly emptied, leaving them alone. Arun’s fingers fidgeted with the edge of his saree, but to his surprise, Karthik simply smiled.


“I’ve heard a lot about you,” Karthik said gently. “But I wanted to meet you myself.”


Arun took a deep breath. “And?”


Karthik’s eyes softened. “And… I think you’re exactly as they described—graceful, kind, and beautiful.”


A blush crept up Arun’s cheeks. It was strange, hearing such words directed at him. But even stranger was the way his heart fluttered at them.


For the first time, he allowed himself to truly imagine it—being cared for, being adored, being cherished as a wife.


And for the first time… it didn’t scare him.


A New Beginning


As the evening ended, Arun found himself walking back to his room, his heart light yet full. Lakshmi was waiting for him, an expectant smile on her face.


“Well?” she asked.


Arun bit his lip before nodding slowly. “I think… I want to see him again.”


Lakshmi’s smile widened. “I’m so proud of you, ma. This is just the beginning.”


Arun touched the jasmine in his hair, a soft 

smile playing on his lips.


Yes.


It was just the beginning.

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