I’m 29 years old, born into a middle class family. My father once ran a matchbox manufacturing company. My mother is a homemaker, and I have a younger sister. After 12th, I dreamed of continuing my father’s business. But he asked me to pursue a professional career instead. He shut down the company, and I joined college. But before I could complete it, everything changed we discovered he was a kidney patient. With time, I realized I had to step up not for dreams, but for survival. I got placed through campus recruitment and began working.
But five years ago, my father’s condition worsened, and he started dialysis three times a week. I was just 24 when I resigned and came back to take care of him full time. The travel, expenses, and emotional burden were overwhelming. I knew I had to find a better way. After three years of planning, I started a car service center with a loan. It’s been one year now. My earnings mostly go to treatment and daily needs. No fancy savings or luxuries just responsibilities and hope.
And now, my father has one last wish: to see me get married before it’s too late. But I’ve been in a relationship for six years. She’s currently doing her BDS internship. She’s strong, supportive, and she’s been my peace through every storm. But her father is the sole decision maker in her life. And she’s a single child. She can’t go against him easily because she loves him too. She’s caught between her love for me and her respect for her father. Her family is focused on her higher studies and career, and marriage isn’t on their mind.
To them, I’m just a small entrepreneur from a modest background nothing compared to their expectations. And honestly? I’ve realized something. Money can buy happiness sometimes. If I had crores in my account, a luxury car, a big house, a premium lifestyle maybe he would have proudly given her hand to me. But life doesn’t give crores overnight. I’m building something slowly, with honesty. And she sees that. That’s why she still stands with me. Six years is not a short time we’ve grown roots.
She wants to introduce me to her family soon. She cries every day, not because she doubts our love, but because she sees no clear way forward. My family knows about her. My father supports our relationship. But he says if there’s no confirmation from her side, I must be ready to marry someone else. Just so he can fulfill his last wish. But how do I walk away from someone who’s been a part of my soul for six years? And she can’t imagine anyone else either. We’re trapped between love and responsibility, between two families and two futures.
If you were in our shoes what would you do? How do you choose between a dying father’s last wish and the only person you’ve truly loved? Is there a way to win without losing everything? Because deep down, I don’t want to become a story with lost love.
Question: If you were in our shoes, what would you do?
Option 1: Marry someone else, live without satisfaction
Option 2: Skip marriage, let dad’s wish go unfulfilled
Option 3: Ask her to leave home & marry, dad may accept
Option 4: Other (comment your thoughts)