Yugh and Zahra were never alike. 🌓
From the very beginning, their differences were obvious; small, almost trivial things that others might overlook, but which slowly shape a marriage.
Zahra loved dark, bold colors. Black, deep blue, rich maroon colors that carried strength and mystery. Yugh, on the other hand, preferred light shades. White, beige, soft pastels that felt calm and simple. Yet, when he stood before his wardrobe each morning, he often reached for dark blue or black. 👗
Because Zahra liked them.
Yugh loved strawberry ice cream, the sweetness, the softness, the comfort of it. Zahra disliked the flavor completely. She preferred bold tastes, just as she preferred her food. Spicy dishes filled her plate, rich with heat and intensity, while Yugh quietly leaned toward sweet meals that soothed rather than challenged. 🍧
They laughed about it sometimes.
Sometimes, they didn't.
Their interests differed just as clearly. Zahra enjoyed art exhibitions and music concerts, places filled with expression and emotion. Yugh found peace in simpler things,video games after long hospital shifts, quiet distractions that required no emotional energy. 🎮
And yet, they made it work.
Because Yugh tried.
When Zahra wanted to attend an exhibition, he went with her, listening attentively even when the art spoke in languages he didn't fully understand. When Yugh stayed home to play games, Zahra would sometimes sit nearby, pretending not to notice how distant she felt. 🎶
Their marriage survived not because they were compatible, but because Yugh was patient, and Zahra was willing.
What truly held their relationship together, however, was family. 🤝
Zahra was a Muslim woman who married into a Hindu household. It could have been difficult. It could have been isolating.
But Yugh's family never made it so. 🙌
Melathi welcomed Zahra with open arms, not as a daughter-in-law, but as a daughter. Yusuf treated her like an elder sister, respecting her space while protecting her fiercely. Even Yugh's reserved father showed his approval in small, meaningful ways.
They valued Zahra not for her religion, but for her character, grace, and social standing. She was always included, always respected, always defended. ✨
In that house, Zahra was never made to feel like an outsider.
And for ten years, that love, Yugh's quiet understanding and his family's unwavering support,kept their marriage standing.
Stable. 🎉
Unbroken.
Or so it seemed. 💟