Story Written by Ayan
Based on a Real Event
Once upon a time in the world of medical students, there was a guy named Yuvi and a girl named Anushka. Both were pursuing MBBS, sharing lectures, lab sessions, and library silence. As fate would have it, their regular interaction turned into friendship, and that friendship slowly melted into love.
Anushka, a rich and well-cared-for girl from an upper-class family, fell head-over-heels for Yuvi, a grounded and simple boy from a poor background. But she didn't know that part. All she saw was his vibe, his smile, and maybe his brain full of medical knowledge.
They entered into a relationship — texting, late-night calls, birthday gifts, and all those cute couple moments you'd expect from two young lovers.
Eventually, things got serious.
They decided to get married.
Anushka's father, surprisingly, gave his approval. Maybe he saw something special in Yuvi — or maybe he just didn't ask too many questions. But no one bothered to ask:
"Where does Yuvi live? What's his family like?"
After Marriage...
Yuvi politely requested Anushka's father:
"Can I take Anushka to my home for a few days?"
Her dad, smiling, said, "Sure, why not. Take care of her."
And then the plot twist hit.
Welcome to rural India.
No AC.
No 24/7 electricity.
Open drains. Dusty air.
And definitely no servants.
Anushka, who had grown up in comfort, suddenly found herself battling heat strokes, cooking roti on a chulha, and cleaning floors manually — something she had never done in her life.
Yuvi's parents?
They weren't evil.
They just wanted a traditional housewife, someone who could take care of their son and their home — not someone who ran from the kitchen screaming because of a cockroach.
The result?
Fights. Conflicts. Regret.
Eventually...
They got divorced.
Because love may be blind...
But reality isn't.
Moral of the Story:
"Stay within your limits — not just financially, but emotionally, culturally, and practically. Or else... regret will be your only souvenir."
I always wanted to write this one. Coincidentally, I visited their house again today — brought all those memories rushing back.
—Ayan