I’m 27 years male. Thirteen years ago, I met a girl at a family event. She sent me a friend request, and we became friends. We spent hours on calls and texting, like any other teenagers. A year later, she proposed to me-and without a second thought, I said yes.
Over the years, we became inseparable. She stood by me when I was rejected from the NDA due to medical grounds. We moved to Delhi for our graduation, lived together, and created countless memories-full of love, laughter, and shared dreams. Her mother even supported us and often sent me homemade food. Our fights were never serious-just small disagreements about care and time.
When COVID hit, I moved back home, and so did she. Despite the distance, we found ways to meet-cooking, laughing, and spending time together. Her mother still called me whenever she made something special. It felt like nothing could break us.
Last year, we moved back to Delhi and lived together again. But while I was chasing my dream of cracking the Civil Services exam, her family was planning her marriage to someone else. I tried everything-I offered to take a private job and marry her, promising we’d win her family’s approval eventually. I even reached out to her family and the guy she was supposed to marry, explaining our 15-year relationship.
Nothing worked. Her family emotionally blackmailed her-threatening that her father would have a stroke if she disobeyed. Despite fighting for us, the pressure became unbearable, and she was forced into marriage last month. I still can’t understand how her mother, who once supported us, changed so drastically.
Even now, she calls me-saying she isn’t happy, questioning why I didn’t clear my exams in time, and telling me she still loves me. But what can I do? I’ve been struggling to find purpose, battling depression, and have even attempted suicide three times.
In my pain, I’ve started writing a book-a raw, honest documentation of our love story. I plan to publish it in the next few months-not out of revenge, but to free her from the burden of hiding our past. Our love was too real to be erased or forgotten.
I know I can’t move on if she never returns. So, I’ve decided to focus on building a career, and I will remain single for life. I love children, and one day-once I’m financially secure-I may adopt a child and give them all the love I have.
I don’t know if I’m doing the right thing, but this is my truth. I want to hear from you all:
1. Should I publish the book and let the truth be known, or is it better to let the past stay hidden?
2. Do you believe love can survive even after such betrayals and family pressure?
3. Am I wrong for not moving on and choosing to stay single forever?
4. If you were in my place, what would you do next?