### Aunty's Love Story
### Aunty's Love Story
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It was a summer afternoon, Priya sat at the kitchen table, her fingers lightly touching the teacup. The house was quiet except for the soft whir of the fan and the occasional chirp of birds outside the window. Her life had long been quiet, filled with routine and the subtle rhythms of her family’s needs. At forty-five, she was what most people called “Auntie” — a woman who devoted herself to raising her children, supporting her siblings, and being someone to rely on when needed. She had no time for her own desires, not really. Her life was built around others.But today something was different. Priya’s thoughts went back to the letter she had received earlier that morning. It was hidden in an old envelope, between the pages of a recipe book she had inherited from her grandmother. The letter was from Raj, a man she hadn’t seen in two decades.Raj was her first love, a man whose memory she hid carefully like a piece of fragile glass, so that the life she had built would not shatter. They had met when she was in her twenties, fresh out of college, full of dreams and hopes. Raj was her neighbour, a charming young man whose smile and deep laugh made everything seem possible. Their love was innocent, yet deep – talking late into the night, spending moments in the garden and making promises of a future together.
But life had its own plans.
Her family had asked her to marry someone more suitable, someone who could provide stability and a future. Raj was from a different social class, and despite his charm, the pressure of social expectations was weighing on him. After a tearful farewell, they separated. Priya married Anand, a kind and caring man, not as emotional as Raj, but trustworthy and loving. She had children, a good life, and slowly, memories of Raj faded into the background, overshadowed by the demands of everyday life.
Yet, here she was, holding his letter, the fresh and raw words taking her back to a time when love was simple and pure. The letter was small, but it carried a great weight. Raj had written that he had never forgotten her, and she wondered if he ever thought of her. He was coming to town to visit in a few weeks and wanted to reconnect, even if only for a cup of coffee.Priya put the letter down, her heart beating fast. She hadn’t thought of Raj in years, not in any real way. But now, with his words, she was forced to face a part of herself she had suppressed for so long. Could she meet him? What did this mean for her marriage, her family, everything she had built?Later that evening, as her husband, Anand, and the children went about their usual routine, Priya sat quietly, her thoughts heavy with the burden of the past. Anand was a good man, who had always supported her. Of course, he knew about Raj. He had never been jealous or insecure, knowing that her love for him was constant and unwavering. But Priya knew that seeing Raj again after so many years would change something. It wasn’t just about her – it was about what woman he still had left before the demands of life engulfed him.
A week later, when the day finally came, Priya found herself standing in front of the café where she had agreed to meet Raj. Her heart was in her throat, her palms wet with nervousness. She had chosen this small, quiet café because it was a place where no one would recognize her, where she could go back to the past, free from the burden of her current life.
And then she saw him.Raj hadn’t changed much. Of course he had aged, but his smile was the same – a little crooked, a little mischievous, but entirely warm. His eyes had darkened, though, and there was a hint of sadness there, as if life had taken its toll on him, as she had on him. He stood up when he saw her, his face lit up in recognition, as if she were the lost piece of the puzzle he had been trying to complete for years.
“Raj,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
The air between them was thick with memories, but there was something else too – something no one could deny. Years had passed, but that connection, that spark that had once burned so bright, was still there, flickering in the background.Raj reached across the table, his hand shaking slightly as he held hers. “I never stopped thinking about you, Priya,” he confessed.
“I never forgot you either, Raj. But life… it took me in a different direction.”“I know,” Raj said softly, squeezing her hand. “I understand. I never wanted to complicate your life. I was never going to make your life difficult.
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