After years of grinding to crack a government job and failing, my parents and I finally decided it was time to shift gears and find a life partner for me. We created a profile on a matrimony site, and that’s when I came across this guy’s profile. The moment I saw his photo, it was like I knew him for years a complete stranger, yet it felt like destiny. But, out of some twisted pride, I didn’t send him an interest request. Two days later, guess who sends me an interest? Him.
His sister was managing his profile, and she called my father. They had a nice chat, and everything seemed perfect. Both families were thrilled; they were practically begging to move things forward. We started chatting on WhatsApp, and the connection was instant, intense, and real. It felt like he understood me without even knowing me. Every time I thought about him, he would text or send me a cute emoji-it was like we were in sync. We even planned to visit his city, and he talked about all the places he’d take me when we met.
His sister was always in touch, chatting with me regularly on WhatsApp, keeping the excitement alive. But there was one red flag-I only heard his voice once, when he was talking to my father on the phone. We never spoke on the phone ourselves; it was all texts. But still, everything seemed perfect for about 20 days.
And then, out of nowhere, his sister called my father with a ridiculous excuse: “Sorry, uncle, but the kundali has dosha, so this match won’t work.” Just like that. My father didn’t push back or ask questions-he just accepted it, said there was nothing to be sorry about, and hung up.
How could everything go from “We’re so excited to have you in our family” to “Sorry, it’s a no-go because of a piece of paper”? It didn’t make any sense. She claimed that the guy was furious about relying on some ancient, irrelevant kundali nonsense. She tried to take all the blame, but the damage was done.
And then, as if to rub salt in the wound, he texts me asking for forgiveness. And what did I do? Like a fool, I said it was okay. I deleted his number, but months later, he still haunts my dreams. No one else has made me feel that way.
I don’t stalk him, and I’m not looking to marry him anymore, but this guy had a hold on me that I can’t explain. It feels like a connection from another life, something bigger than both of us.
But what kills me is that it all ended because of a “kundali,” because of superstitions that should’ve been buried centuries ago. How could someone throw away something so real over something so stupid? It makes me sick that this is what our lives come down to meaningless rituals and blind traditions dictating our future, our happiness, our lives.
In this generation people beleive superstitions. but there are things that can be done to manage such stuff.
if he had like u the way u liked him. he wouldve fought for u.
but the sisters boy stays calm.
the fake ones are the ones that always give the strongest hopes
better move on from his thoughts than staying in pain.
what if u lost gold
the Destiny might’ve planned a diamond for u
hope for the best