Chapitre 10: Chapter 10: Asha’s Decision
The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a warm, amber glow across the sprawling garden. Asha stood by the window of her room, staring out at the fading light. The calm of the evening seemed at odds with the storm raging within her. For days, she had been grappling with her feelings, torn between duty and desire, expectations and independence.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock at the door. She turned to see Rohan standing hesitantly in the doorway, holding a small box. His expression was unreadable, a mix of nervousness and determination.
"I hope I'm not intruding," he said.
Asha shook her head, stepping aside to let him in. "What is it?"
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The Proposal
Rohan walked toward her and held out the box. "I wanted to give you this. It's not much, but I hope it means something to you."
Curious, Asha opened the box to find a delicate key pendant, its intricate design catching the light. The key was adorned with tiny engravings of vines and flowers, symbols of growth and freedom.
Asha's breath caught. "What does this mean?"
Rohan hesitated, then said, "It's a reminder that you hold the key to your own happiness. I know how trapped you've been feeling—how trapped we both feel. I can't change everything overnight, but I want you to know that I'm willing to meet you halfway. Whatever decision you make, I'll respect it."
Asha traced the edges of the pendant with her fingers, her heart aching at the sincerity in his voice. "Why are you doing this?"
"Because I see you, Asha," he said. "I see the person you are, the person you want to be. And I want to be someone who helps you get there, not someone who holds you back."
His words, so simple yet profound, left her momentarily speechless. For the first time, she saw a glimpse of a man who wasn't just a pawn in his family's game but someone capable of depth and understanding.
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Family Expectations Weigh In
Later that evening, Asha found herself seated at the dining table with her parents. The atmosphere was heavy, the air thick with unspoken words. Her mother finally broke the silence.
"You've been quiet lately," her mother said, her tone sharp but laced with concern. "I hope you're not having second thoughts about this engagement."
Asha looked down at her plate, unsure how to respond. "I just… I need more time to think."
Her mother's expression darkened. "Think about what? Do you realize what's at stake here? The reputation of our family, the sacrifices we've made for you—do they mean nothing?"
Asha flinched at the words, but before she could reply, her father spoke. His voice was calm but firm, carrying an authority that demanded attention.
"Let her speak," he said. "This is her life we're talking about."
Her mother turned to him, incredulous. "And what about our lives? Do you think people will forget if this engagement falls apart? Do you think they'll forgive us?"
Asha looked up, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I'm not trying to hurt anyone. But don't I deserve to be happy? To live a life that feels right for me?"
Her mother's gaze softened for a moment before hardening again. "Happiness is a luxury, Asha. One that comes after duty. You're not a child anymore; you need to understand that."
Her father placed a hand on Asha's shoulder, his touch gentle. "Think carefully, beta," he said. "Whatever you decide, we'll stand by you. But remember, every choice comes with consequences."
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Internal Conflict
That night, Asha lay in bed, the key pendant resting in her palm. Her mind was a battlefield of conflicting emotions. She thought of her mother's words, the weight of tradition pressing down on her like an unyielding force. But she also thought of Rohan's gesture, the quiet promise it carried.
Could she really make a life with him? Was there a chance for love and mutual respect to grow between them? Or was she simply clinging to a faint hope, ignoring the warning signs of his mysterious past?
Her mind wandered to the torn painting she had once created—a locked cage with a bird perched just outside its bars. She had destroyed it in a moment of anger, but now the memory of it felt symbolic. Was she still that bird, hesitating to spread her wings?
The image of Rohan's sincere eyes flashed in her mind. Despite her doubts, there was something about him that felt genuine, even amidst the uncertainties.
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A Tense Conversation
The next morning, Asha sought out Priya, hoping to find clarity in her best friend's advice. They met at their favorite café, a cozy spot tucked away from the bustling streets.
"So," Priya began, stirring her coffee. "What's going on? You look like you haven't slept in days."
Asha sighed. "I don't know what to do, Priya. Rohan…he's not what I expected. There's a part of me that thinks he's trying, that maybe there's something real between us. But then there's this other part of me that can't shake the feeling that I'm making a mistake."
Priya leaned forward, her expression serious. "Do you trust him?"
Asha hesitated. "I don't know. He's been honest about some things, but I can't help feeling like he's still holding back. And then there's my family. My mother would never forgive me if I broke this engagement."
Priya reached out and took Asha's hand. "Listen, whatever you decide, it has to be for you. Not for your family, not for Rohan. For you. Because at the end of the day, you're the one who has to live with this choice."
Asha nodded, her friend's words both comforting and challenging.
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The Cliffhanger
That evening, Asha sat in the garden, the key pendant around her neck. The cool breeze carried the faint scent of jasmine, calming her nerves as she replayed the events of the past few days in her mind.
When Rohan approached, she didn't flinch. Instead, she met his gaze, her expression unreadable.
"I've made my decision," she said, her voice steady.
Rohan tensed, waiting for her to continue.
"I'll go through with the engagement," she said finally. "But I need you to understand something. This isn't me giving up on my dreams. This is me giving us a chance. If you're not willing to meet me halfway, then this won't work."
Rohan nodded, his relief palpable. "I promise, Asha. I'll do everything I can to make this work. No more secrets."
But as he spoke, a shadow crossed his face—subtle, almost imperceptible. Asha noticed it but chose not to press him. Not yet.
As they walked back toward the house, side by side but still separated by an invisible barrier, Asha couldn't shake the feeling that this was only the beginning. The key around her neck felt heavier than ever, a reminder of the doors she had yet to unlock and the truths she had yet to uncover.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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