Another Love Story

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He belonged to North India while she was a South Indian. Cliched?
He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, while she came from a poor family.
Another Cliche?
But this one's something different yet the most familiar. Here it goes..

Both of them belonged to nearly the same category. There wasn't any issue of caste, race, religion or status, neither their families had an old cold or hot war going on.
Nonetheless they were yet diametrically opposites of each other. 

She was a loquacious chirpy bird while he was a secretive wordless dark horse. 
She was more into expressing herself while he used to keep his feelings and emotions confined to himself. 
She was more into gaining knowledge while he was more into making money.
She was more of intuitive and the one with that gut feeling while he was a practical person. 
She could easily make out if he was lying about certain things or being sad through his body language while he on the other hand, being a man, believed to whatever she said and never thought of exploring what she might be up to in her mind. 

She struggled for making him express his feelings to her for years but she failed every time she made an attempt. She often cried but it wasn't of any use because he was always unaware or perhaps pretended that he didn't know. I wonder why women are known to be mysterious..

One fine day, Trisha finally decided of quitting this relationship that she had with Harshit since she was tired of trying to make things work.
Harshit didn't make any effort to stop her, Trisha was extremely anguished and brokenhearted as she was expecting at least some efforts from his side. Months passed, and there was no sign of apology, Harshit didn't even try to call her once. She was missing him awfully but she was afraid that Harshit no longer loved her or perhaps he never loved her on the first place. She cried terribly, even the moon seemed gloomy that night. She listened to the sad songs and slept. It was 12 am and there was a knock at the door. She opened the door being nearly awake, rubbing her eyes and saw Harshit standing in front of him.

"I want you to see something, come with me," he said. 

"What if I don't want to?" said Trisha. 

"I won't disappoint you this time. I promise," said Harshit, affirming that he won't hurt her this time.

He took her to a place that was decorated with candles, balloons, lilies and carnations. As soon as they came, the fire crackers started bursting in the air with sparkles sprawling the sky and all the balloons were released in the air, adding even more colors to the sky. She saw all her friends and relatives who appeared out of the blue to wish her, the moment she entered. It was her birthday. Harshit had been planning for it since she left. She broke into tears of joy when he said,

 "I see life destined to meet the death,

 sky destined to meet the land,

 North and south poles of magnet being 

attracted towards each other in spite of 

being completely the opposite. 

So if they can meet, Why can't we?"

"Will you marry me?...  Again?"