You Are My Only Love

Priti was a girl who lived in a world full of dreams, even when reality often made her feel alone.

She was the eldest daughter in her family, but being the eldest did not always mean being the most loved. Her family cared about her in their own way, yet Priti often felt that nobody truly understood her heart.

Her father, Srinivas, worked in a company and earned ₹30,000 a month. He tried his best to manage the family's expenses. Her mother, Rita, took care of the household, while her younger brother, Ariya, was good at computers and studies. Her younger sister, Aliya, was still a schoolgirl.

Everyone in the family had their own world, their own interests, and their own priorities.

And Priti?

She was still trying to find her place in theirs.

She was not the best student. Studying had never been her greatest strength, and sometimes she worried about her future. Whenever people talked about marks, careers, and success, she felt as though she was falling behind everyone else.

But there were two things that could always make her smile: cooking and Korean dramas.

Cooking gave her a strange kind of happiness. When she stood in the kitchen, mixing ingredients and preparing something delicious, she felt peaceful. It was one of the few moments when she could forget her worries.

And Korean dramas?

They were her little escape from reality.

Whenever she watched a romantic scene, her eyes sparkled. She loved the way the characters looked at each other, the way they remembered the smallest details, and the way they stayed beside each other through difficult times.

Sometimes, she would smile at the screen and whisper to herself,

"Does a love like that really exist?"

She knew that dramas were stories, and real life was different. Still, a small part of her heart wanted to believe that somewhere in this world, there was someone who would love her sincerely.

Someone who would listen to her.

Someone who would understand her silence.

Someone who would notice when she was sad, even when she smiled and said she was fine.

Someone who would choose her, not because someone told him to, but because his heart wanted her.

Priti did not want to rush into marriage just because society expected her to. She wanted to experience a love that felt real, a relationship built on trust, friendship, respect, and understanding.

She wanted a partner who would become her safe place.

A person with whom she could share her happiest moments and her deepest fears.

A person who would never make her feel that she was difficult to love.

Sometimes, before going to sleep, Priti imagined what her future might look like.

Would she meet him in college?

Would he be someone completely unexpected?

Would he enter her life like the male leads in her favourite dramas, turning an ordinary day into something unforgettable?

She had no answers.

All she had was a heart full of questions and a dream she was not ready to give up.

Outside her window, the city of Bangalore continued to move. Cars passed on the roads, lights shone through the darkness, and people hurried home to the ones they loved.

Priti sat quietly on her bed, holding her phone and looking at the screen.

Another romantic drama had ended.

The couple had found their happy ending.

She smiled, but there was a little sadness behind it.

"Maybe one day," she whispered. "Maybe one day, I will have my own story too."

She placed her phone beside her pillow and lay down, staring at the ceiling.

She did not know what the future had planned for her. She did not know that life could change in ways she had never imagined.

For now, she was simply Priti.

A girl who sometimes felt overlooked.

A girl who was still learning to believe in herself.

A girl who loved simple things, dreamed of extraordinary love, and hoped that someday someone would see the beauty in her ordinary world.

She had no idea when her story would begin.

But deep inside her heart, she still believed that it would.

And perhaps, somewhere beyond the life she knew, her future was already moving towards her.

Because some love stories begin long before two people ever meet.