If It Is Meant To....

The first guy I fell in love with, asked me to lose my Virginity to prove my love, I didn't and he left me with the tag, "Bewafa". The second guy I fell in love with, asked me the same, this time I did, thinking he won't leave, but after that night, he left, and I was called a slut. After that whoever came into my life was only for physical satisfaction. My scores went degrading and my parents were disappointed. I fled and turned into a prostitute gradually, thinking it to be the only scope of earning left for me. Each night my clothes were on the floor and my flesh under another monster. I thought this to be my life, which I was surviving, not living. 

But, fate had something else in its pockets for me. It was 11:11 pm, I heard knocking on my door, I opened the door, found a young, handsome, educated man crying at my doorstep. I, for the first time in these past years, never felt bad for any broken guy who came to fuck me, but he was different. I held his hand and asked him, "How can I help you?" He unable to speak, "kissed me". That kiss was different, not even the fucker I lost my Virginity to, made me feel this, what his one kiss made me feel. That moment I realized, it was different. But being the stubborn but understanding, broken but sorted, vulnerable but strong, beautiful but a prostitute woman that I was, gathered him, and took him to my room. He sat on my bed. Kept on weeping, holding my hands. And it was 12:36 am that he said he wants to leave, we had no conversation at all. I nodded. He went giving me 1000 bucks, without even looking back. I realised, it was though different but he was a man just like others who was selfish and came here for his motive and did that and went. I cried. Yes, I did. But then holding my self, I went to warm up another bed. 

The next early morning, I heard another knock, I opened the door, saw him. I kept quite, he too quite. He directly asked me "Will you marry me right now?", I was numb. I didn't know why he was saying, what happened, anything. He asked again, "Will you marry me right now, please?" Without waiting for my answer he held my hand and took me with him. I resisted not even once. I was quietly sitting in his car figuring out what's happening. We reached his house, it was decorated, my name was written on the front with him. I didn't know his name by then, neither did I know he knew mine. I entered the house and found so many staring faces. His house was filled with people. It seemed like it was somebody's wedding. I was trembling, right then my eyes went up to the wall where I saw my childhood pic with my guy besides. I was about to faint when I tried joining all dots. The guy beside me in that pic and the guy holding my hand right then who brought me out of the brothel was no one but my first love. The guy who left me for refusing to have sex with him. He was my first love who found me now and still loves. He apologized for what he did and said he still loved me, I was still numb. His mother hugged me and his father made sure nobody said a word to me. I was taken to change my clothes and wear my "Dulhan ma joda". I wore that and I came out. He cried seeing me. Took me in his arms and we completed the pheras. He made sure I was happy. Each day he said, "I love you", but never expected a reply. From the day we got married till the day I asked him to touch me, he didn't by then.

Today, we have a 5-year-old son and a 2-year-old daughter. We are happily married with true happiness relying on me. I at times feel what destiny just played with me, but then I realize, it was all meant to be and what's meant to be, always finds it out.