"The person I love the most is fighting against the faith I once believed."

"The person I love the most… is the one who changed my entire world."

A Love Destined to Be

I(Sowmya) sat in tghe first row of the auditorium, my heart pounding in my chest. The crowd murmured in hushed voices; all eyes drawn toward the stage. But I wasn’t listening to them. My gaze was fixed on him.

Ajay.

He wasn’t like other men. There was something about him, something that made people stop and stare, something that made even the most confident individuals hesitate before speaking to him.

He was mysterious yet kind.

Serious yet innocent.

Distant yet unforgettable.

Even without trying, he had an undeniable presence. Girls adored him.

Professors admired him.

Even those who envied him couldn’t ignore him. There were stories about him everywhere…

"Ajay is unbelievably intelligent."

"He can answer any question, no matter how complex."

"Did you know he reads religious scriptures too? Not just the Bible, but the Bhagavad Gita, Quran, and even ancient texts!"

"He sees the world differently… like he's from another realm."

To some, he was an untouchable genius.

To others, he was an enigma.

To me… he was everything.

But my love story with him didn’t start here. It started long ago… before I even saw his face. Before I knew him, I loved him.

Love.

I had always believed in it. Not just the idea of romance, but the feeling of being completely connected to someone. A bond so deep that even fate itself couldn’t break it. I used to dream about a love that was pure, magical, and destined. But life wasn’t a fairy tale.

I saw relationships fall apart.

I saw people lose faith in love.

I saw how easily hearts could be broken.

So, I told myself that maybe love wasn’t meant for everyone. That’s when my faith became my anchor. I followed the words of my pastors. I believed in sacrifice and restraint.

Love before marriage was wrong.

Love for God should always come first.

But then, one day, my younger sister, Sanya Priya (Sunny), casually mentioned a name…

"Ajay sir is special, Akka!"

At the time, I didn’t care. I had no reason to. But his name stayed with me. It echoed in my mind like a forgotten melody. I had never seen him. I had never spoken to him. Yet, for some reason…

I felt something.

Something I couldn’t understand.

The First Time I Saw Him.

It happened in the cafeteria. The place was crowded and noisy, students rushing to grab their meals. But amid the chaos, my eyes landed on one person. He sat alone at a table, lost in a Mahwah.

A soft breeze lifted his hair, making the moment feel almost unreal. He didn’t look around. He didn’t try to be noticed. Yet, he was the most noticeable person in the entire room. I couldn’t even see his face properly that day. But I felt it. A strange pull toward him.

"Who is he?"

I told myself it was nothing. But destiny had already begun its work. Falling without realizing. Days turned into weeks. And somehow, Ajay became a part of my world.

Not through words. Not through interactions. But through the simple way he existed.

He never chased attention, yet people were drawn to him.

Girls from Team 4 and Team 6 constantly tried to get close to him. They competed, hoping one of them would win his heart.

But he remained untouched.

It was as if no one could reach him. And that made me wonder…

"Why is he different?"

That question turned into curiosity.

Curiosity turned into admiration.

And admiration… turned into love.

The struggle between Faith and Love.

Loving Ajay should have been simple. But for me, it wasn’t. Because my faith told me love before marriage was wrong.

I struggled.

I doubted.

I told myself that what I felt was a test. But every time I tried to suppress my feelings…

Ajay’s presence pulled me back. Not because he tried.

Not because he even noticed.

But because he was Ajay.

“A man whose mere existence made my heart surrender”

The Challenges That Awaited Us

Our journey was not smooth. There were obstacles.

Team 4 and Team 6 girls hated me, always testing me to see if Ajay truly cared.

Aarav, an arrogant rich boy, wanted me for himself, forcing himself into my life.

A stalker from Ajay’s past returned, bringing fear and uncertainty.

Ajay’s painful childhood was revealed, uncovering wounds deeper than anyone could imagine.

Through it all, I realized something.

“Love is not about finding the perfect person. Love is about finding someone who makes you feel whole”

And Ajay…

He was the missing piece of my soul.

Now, as I sat in the auditorium, I knew this was not just a moment in time. This was destiny in motion. I was about to witness something that would change everything. And through it all, there was only one truth that mattered…

I loved him. More than anything.

More than faith.

More than reason.

More than even, I could understand.

Because our love was never ordinary.

It was written in the stars.

It was an Enchanted Journey of Love. And “His Love Was So Eternal Even the Love Itself Fell in Love & Blushed.”

And it was only just beginning…

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...Glossary of Telugu Terms ...

This story includes several beautiful Telugu words that reflect deep cultural and emotional meanings. Here’s a guide to help you understand them:

Amma – Mother

Akka – Elder sister

Bangaram – Gold, precious, honey (a term of deep

endearment)

Bava – Brother-in-law (used for a male cousin

or fiancé)

Nanna – Father

Guru – Teacher or Master

...This story is not just to be read… it is to be felt....

...Let its magic stay with you, long after the final page....

They say college is the place where stories are written… not just on pages, but in hearts.

For me, this chapter began in one of the most celebrated places of all.

Our university wasn’t just big, it was a world of its own. A sprawling, esteemed institution known for excellence, elegance, and energy.

With separate campuses for Engineering, Medical, Arts and Science, Modeling, and even a dedicated High School section, the university felt like a city tucked inside dreams. And I was a part of it, a proud student of the Modeling Department.

My third year had just begun. Normally, this would bring excitement. A fresh beginning. New ideas. New challenges. But instead, I found myself surrounded by a sense of quiet uncertainty. Because this year, we were given something different.

Something daring...

Something that made the entire Modeling campus buzz with curiosity.

Our professor, Mrs. Mehta, a woman with sharp eyes and sharper instincts, a woman known for her high expectations, announced the project in class with a spark that didn’t match the growing tension in our hearts.

“This will test your creativity, your ability to network, and your skill in presenting a professional portfolio. This isn’t just another styling task,” she said, pacing the front of the room. Choose your models wisely, because appearance alone won’t be enough… personality, aura, and presence matter just as much”.

She let the silence settle for a moment before continuing.

“Looks won’t be enough. You’ll need someone with depth, aura, presence… someone who can evolve in front of the camera. This is not just about outer transformation—it’s about bringing a hidden star to light.”

The room broke into murmurs and stifled gasps. It was bold. Audacious. And terrifying.

We were grouped into ten teams. I found myself with my best friends, Harika and Jaya Sree, in Team 7. The three of us had been inseparable since our high school days. We were determined to do something unique, something that would stand out but there was just one problem: finding the right model was proving to be much harder than we had imagined.

The college campus was in chaos. Ten teams, all hunting for the same thing… a strikingly handsome male model with a captivating presence. But no matter where we looked, we couldn’t find the right one.

We weren’t going to settle for someone ordinary. We were determined to leave our mark. We wanted someone… unforgettable. But finding that someone proved harder than we thought.

We roamed across the vast university… checking the Engineering campus, sneaking glances at Medical boys, scanning the Arts and Science buildings, even wandering past the High school gate. Nothing clicked. Some guys laughed at us. Others were too busy. Many simply didn’t match the vision we had painted in our hearts.

And then came the pressure not just from within, but from the other teams. Team 6 and Team 4, especially, seemed hell-bent on making things worse. Both teams had a reputation for causing trouble, bullying others, and looking down on anyone who didn’t share their values. While most girls in our college were either focused on academics or fashion, Team 4 and Team 6 were different. They indulged in things that went beyond the usual college lifestyle—partying, watching explicit movies like "365.25 Days," and spreading gossip. They saw me as an easy target because of my spiritual nature. I had never indulged in anything questionable, and I believed in living life with grace and dignity. This seemed to annoy them the most.

In Team 4, **Neha, Naina, & Nancy** had made it a personal mission to mock me every chance they got. They were the definition of mean girls armed with gossip, gloss, and glares sharp enough to slice.

Team 6, with **Catherine, Christina, & Charlotte**, moved with elegance, but their words were venom laced in velvet. Their arrogance wasn’t loud, it was smug, silent, and stung in a different way.

They didn’t just compete.

They targeted.

I knew why.

I didn’t fit in with their idea of “college cool.” I didn’t party. I didn’t wear revealing clothes or fall over boys. I believed in grace, elegance, and preserving innocence even in a world that called it boring.

“Still pretending to be a saint, Sowmya?” one of the girls sneered one afternoon. “No wonder you’re struggling to find a model. Maybe if you were more... open-minded, guys would actually want to work with you.”

“She probably wants a guy who chants holy verses while modeling,” Christina chuckled, sipping her overpriced café latte.

Their taunts didn’t bother me much, not when I had my best friends by my side. I had Harika’s fierce fire and Jaya Sree’s calm courage beside me.

“We’ll find him,” Jaya Sree whispered one night under the campus moonlight. “He’s out there. And when we do… this entire university will know.”

Still, I couldn’t deny the pressure creeping in.

Time was running out. And then… just as the winds of doubt were about to carry away our dreams…

He appeared.

Not with noise.

Not with a spotlight.

But with a presence so quietly powerful that it stirred something ancient in me.

He didn’t try to impress.

He didn’t need to.

And that was the moment… the true story began.

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My Sister’s Admiration

Sometimes, a name follows you before a face ever does.

I had heard his name before I ever saw him. At home, my younger sister, **Sunny**, wouldn’t stop talking about one person…

Ajay.

I had heard about him many times before I ever saw him with so much admiration that it became hard to ignore.

The person behind all this praise was Sunny, my younger sister. She studied at the high school campus of our university and took tuition classes in math and science. Every evening, at dinner, she would bring up his name with endless admiration. She had been obsessed with talking about him at home. “**Akka**, you won’t believe how amazing my tuition teacher is!

Ajay sir is the best! “Ajay sir is incredible, Akka!” she gushed one night, her eyes twinkling. “He explains everything so clearly.” He’s not like other teachers, he explains everything so well, and he actually makes learning fun!”

I rolled my eyes. “Sunny, you talk about him every single day. You sound like you have a crush on your teacher.”

She immediately frowned. “It’s not like that! He’s just… different. I wish I had a **big brother like Ajay sir**,” she would sigh dreamily. “He’s so different… so disciplined, hardworking, and kind. There’s no one like him in this generation.”

Her words intrigued my parents, who also began to admire him from afar, even though they had never met him.

My father looks younger than his age and works as a field engineer and supervisor in a well-known company. Though he always dreamed of becoming a mechanical engineer, he couldn’t complete his graduation. Still, he built a strong career with his hands-on skills. He once hoped I would follow his dream and become a **Mechanical Engineer**, but I chose modeling instead. And he accepted that with a soft smile. And my mother is a doctor, a woman who heals people with a quiet strength.

Our family is a simple, peaceful **Christian family**. We pray before meals, we go to church, and we believe in kindness above all.

And yet, I couldn’t help but feel a little skeptical.

“Ajay seems like a rare young man,” my father said, sipping his tea. “In this generation, finding someone hardworking and disciplined like that is rare.”

“A young man like that is rare nowadays,” my mother had commented. “Most boys his age wastes their time, but Ajay seems to have a strong sense of responsibility."

She continued, "Discipline at a young age is a blessing", she said. “Ajay sounds like he respects both time and values.”

At the time, I had merely shrugged off their admiration.

“**Come on, Amma**,” I said, “he sounds too perfect. There’s no way someone like that actually exists. People like him are only in books or films.” Was there really a guy like that in today’s world? Someone who wasn’t distracted by trends, bad habits, or arrogance? I highly doubted it.

Amma smiled and said, “But sometimes, such people are real too, just hidden in the crowd.”

I didn’t believe it.

In our Modeling campus...part of our large, prestigious university with multiple departments like Engineering, Medicine, Arts & Science, and even a high school. I had never seen a boy who fit Sunny’s description. Most were either arrogant or distracted by trends.

So, I didn’t believe her.

But life has its own way of proving you wrong.

Exactly two weeks later, I saw him for the first time.

And something deep inside me paused… as if the world shifted for just a moment.

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