MidReal Story

Meet Aaradhya , a vision of grace and elegance ,

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Jul 24

Scenario:Meet Aaradhya, a vision of grace and elegance, with a fair complexion that glows like moonlight. Her beauty is captivating, with striking features and a radiant smile that lights up the room. Aaradhya's charm is not just in her looks, but in her aura - she carries herself with poise and confidence, making her presence unforgettable. Her eyes, deep and expressive, tell stories of dreams and aspirations. Aaradhya is not just a model; she is an epitome of timeless beauty and modern sophistication, an inspiration to many.

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Meet Aaradhya, a vision of grace and elegance, with a fair complexion that glows like moonlight. Her beauty is captivating, with striking features and a radiant smile that lights up the room. Aaradhya's charm is not just in her looks, but in her aura - she carries herself with poise and confidence, making her presence unforgettable. Her eyes, deep and expressive, tell stories of dreams and aspirations. Aaradhya is not just a model; she is an epitome of timeless beauty and modern sophistication, an inspiration to many.

"Mom, I’m not ready for marriage," I repeated, my voice firmer this time.

Mrs. Sharma's eyes narrowed. "Aaradhya, you are already 23. It’s the right time for you to get married. We have found a perfect match for you."

I clenched my fists, feeling the frustration bubbling inside me. "Perfect match? According to whom? I have my own dreams, Mom. I want to focus on my career."

Her face hardened. "Career? What career? Modeling is not a career. It’s just a phase. You need stability, a family."

I stood up from my chair, pacing the room. "Modeling is my passion! And it can be a stable career if you let me pursue it."

Mrs. Sharma crossed her arms over her chest. "You are being stubborn and unrealistic, Aaradhya. Think about your future."

I stopped pacing and looked directly at her. "I am thinking about my future. And I want to build it on my terms."

She shook her head, her voice rising. "This is not how our society works! You need to settle down and think practically."

My eyes flickered to a photo of my father on the bedside table. His kind eyes seemed to encourage me even now. I remembered our late-night talks about my dreams and his unwavering support.

"You know what Dad would say," I said softly, almost to myself.

Mrs. Sharma's expression softened briefly before hardening again. "Your father isn’t here anymore, Aaradhya. You need to listen to me now."

I felt a surge of defiance. "Dad always believed in me! He wanted me to follow my dreams, not just settle for what society expects."

She sighed deeply, clearly exasperated. "You are too young to understand these things."

"No, Mom," I said, standing tall with renewed determination. "I understand perfectly well what I want from life."

Mrs. Sharma turned away, her shoulders tense with anger and disappointment. "Fine," she said curtly as she left the room, slamming the door behind her.

The silence that followed was deafening.

I sank back onto my bed, feeling both defiant and isolated.

The weight of the argument hung heavy in the air.

But I knew one thing for sure: I wasn’t going to give up on my dreams.

Just then, my phone buzzed on the nightstand.

I picked it up and saw a message from Riya, my best friend: "Hey, how did it go with your mom?"

I quickly typed back: "Not great... She doesn't understand."

Riya replied almost instantly: "Don't worry! We’ll figure something out together."

Her words brought a small smile to my face.

At least I wasn’t completely alone in this fight.

Suddenly, there was a loud crash from downstairs.

My heart skipped a beat as I rushed out of my room to see what had happened.

"Mom?" I called out anxiously as I descended the stairs two at a time.

The sight that greeted me made my blood run cold.

Mrs. Sharma was lying on the floor, unconscious.

"Mom!" I screamed, dropping to my knees beside her.

Panic surged through me as I fumbled for my phone to call for help.