18-12-2025, 10:07 PM
Chapter 3 – The Runaway
Prem sat on the sofa, staring at nothing. The house was quiet — too quiet.
Pratap’s call still rang in his ears. Prakash’s name. That old warning.
It pulled him back. All the way back.
To the town. To the beginning of the end.
After they propose love to each other. They roamed together like love boards in college, half the week, they bunk the college and been visiting theaters, park , even bike ride to nearest tourist places... what once started as doing things in secret become open.. As day progress..
They roamed the town like that — quiet lanes, temple steps, the lake behind the college. Talking dreams. Her boutique plans. His business ideas.
Love grew fast, fierce.
But her father saw them one evening — near the bus stand, Prem’s arm around her waist.
The beating came two days later.
Prem alone, walking home. Four men from the shadows.
Fists to the stomach. Kicks to the ribs.
“Stay away from my daughter, you worthless boy.”
He bled on the ground, vision blurring. The issue caught fire when Prem Father got to know about this..
It was their final year of college, Prem father doesnt want to give his son a false hope and he wanted him to study first. He decided to speak to her father once they finish the graduation. But he didnt share this idea to his son.
They behaved properly fearing both parents.
As the last examination came… Nivi father find her a rich match
Word reached her father’s plan: marriage fixed. Groom 38, rich Hotel owner, “perfect match.”
Nivi panicked. Called Prem from a friend’s phone, crying.
“They’re doing the engagement next week. I can’t… I won’t.”
Prem’s ribs still ached, but he said, “We’ll run.”
His father surprised him.
“I heard what happened. If you love her… I’ll talk to her father. We’re distant relatives anyway. It can be arranged properly.”
Hope flickered.
But doubt flooded in.
He’ll change his mind. Pressure me to join the business. Force someone else. Like her father did to her. He may be faking this just to avoid me from stopping her marriage. Overthinking won.
That night, Prem took the cash from his father’s shelf — five lakhs for a land deal.
2 days later.
He took Nivi to the registrar office with two college friends as witnesses.
Simple ceremony. Mangalsutra tied. Signatures. Married.
They went to Prem’s house first. But as he enters the house, the regular builder who had given the 5 Lakhs to Prem's father gave a forgery complaint to him.. Things turn ugly..
His father’s face — shock, then rage.
“You stole from me? For her?”
He threw them out. “You’re no son of mine.”
Next morning, fearing Nivi’s father’s men, they caught a train to Chennai.
A friend’s brother arranged temporary space — a tiny room in a chawl, shared bathroom, damp walls, constant noise.
Nivi struggled. Morning sickness. The heat. The smells.
But they had love. That ignored all odds
Prem sat on the sofa, staring at nothing. The house was quiet — too quiet.
Pratap’s call still rang in his ears. Prakash’s name. That old warning.
It pulled him back. All the way back.
To the town. To the beginning of the end.
After they propose love to each other. They roamed together like love boards in college, half the week, they bunk the college and been visiting theaters, park , even bike ride to nearest tourist places... what once started as doing things in secret become open.. As day progress..
They roamed the town like that — quiet lanes, temple steps, the lake behind the college. Talking dreams. Her boutique plans. His business ideas.
Love grew fast, fierce.
But her father saw them one evening — near the bus stand, Prem’s arm around her waist.
The beating came two days later.
Prem alone, walking home. Four men from the shadows.
Fists to the stomach. Kicks to the ribs.
“Stay away from my daughter, you worthless boy.”
He bled on the ground, vision blurring. The issue caught fire when Prem Father got to know about this..
It was their final year of college, Prem father doesnt want to give his son a false hope and he wanted him to study first. He decided to speak to her father once they finish the graduation. But he didnt share this idea to his son.
They behaved properly fearing both parents.
As the last examination came… Nivi father find her a rich match
Word reached her father’s plan: marriage fixed. Groom 38, rich Hotel owner, “perfect match.”
Nivi panicked. Called Prem from a friend’s phone, crying.
“They’re doing the engagement next week. I can’t… I won’t.”
Prem’s ribs still ached, but he said, “We’ll run.”
His father surprised him.
“I heard what happened. If you love her… I’ll talk to her father. We’re distant relatives anyway. It can be arranged properly.”
Hope flickered.
But doubt flooded in.
He’ll change his mind. Pressure me to join the business. Force someone else. Like her father did to her. He may be faking this just to avoid me from stopping her marriage. Overthinking won.
That night, Prem took the cash from his father’s shelf — five lakhs for a land deal.
2 days later.
He took Nivi to the registrar office with two college friends as witnesses.
Simple ceremony. Mangalsutra tied. Signatures. Married.
They went to Prem’s house first. But as he enters the house, the regular builder who had given the 5 Lakhs to Prem's father gave a forgery complaint to him.. Things turn ugly..
His father’s face — shock, then rage.
“You stole from me? For her?”
He threw them out. “You’re no son of mine.”
Next morning, fearing Nivi’s father’s men, they caught a train to Chennai.
A friend’s brother arranged temporary space — a tiny room in a chawl, shared bathroom, damp walls, constant noise.
Nivi struggled. Morning sickness. The heat. The smells.
But they had love. That ignored all odds
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