I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him. He was a boy of 19 years and I was 24. Our friendship had started way back in school when we were in class 6th. He was a classmate of mine in school and we used to chat on WhatsApp when we got time. His mother was a teacher and his father was a businessman.
I have never met his parents, but I knew his family very well. I knew that he had a brother who was in college, but the rest of his family was not interested in our relationship. I was shocked when I heard about this, as I thought that his parents would have liked our relationship. But then I came to know that his family didn’t approve of my relationship with him. They used to talk about me in front of him, which made me feel bad.
We used to spend our time together in the hostel, where we used to study together and play cards. His family used to come to the hostel and stay in the same room. We used to be friends. He used to talk to me about his family and how his parents treated him badly. He used to tell me that his dad used to beat him, but I never believed him. He used to say that he was beaten by his father and his mother because of his relationship with me. But I didn’t believe it and used to tell him that they couldn’t do that. I felt bad when I heard his family talk about him.
He used to ask me to marry him and I always told him that I was not ready to get married. But he never listened. He used to call me a lot and we used to chat on WhatsApp. We used to make plans to meet and when we met, we used to get intimate. I used to feel happy and excited, but he used to be disappointed that I wasn’t ready to get married.
After a few months, he started talking about marriage and the wedding. I was still confused about our relationship and I was not sure if I wanted to get married. When he asked me to marry him, I thought it was a joke. But he was serious and asked me to give my answer before the end of the year. I told him that I needed time to think and to give my answer to him. He started calling me more often and telling me that he loved me. He used to say that he would wait for me for the rest of his life. I wanted to break up with him, but I was scared of his family and what would happen to him. I used to think that he would commit suicide. He started sending me messages in which he said that he was a bad person. He said that he was not good enough to be in a relationship with a girl like me. He also said that he hated himself and would not be able to live without me.