After breakfast, Neela and Krish decided to take a walk through the village, exploring the lush green fields and colorful markets. They stopped to buy fresh fruits and vegetables from local vendors, sampling exotic spices and fragrant flowers along the way.

As they walked hand-in-hand, chatting and laughing, Neela felt a sense of peace wash over her. For the first time since their arranged marriage, she felt truly happy. The love and acceptance she saw in Krish's eyes made her heart swell with emotion.

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Neela felt a lump form in her throat at Krish's offer. No one had ever given her such freedom before; no one had ever put her feelings first. She swallowed hard, trying to push down the wave of emotion threatening to overwhelm her.

"Thank you, Krish," she said quietly, her voice filled with genuine gratitude. "That means more than you know. But..." She hesitated, unsure of how to continue.

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The idea of spending time with him, doing normal things like this, felt strange but somehow exhilarating at the same time. "Okay," she said finally, nodding slowly. "I'd like that." Her smile was tentative but genuine.

He returned her smile, relief evident in his features. "Great! Why don't we get going then? There's a nice park nearby where we can walk and talk." He stood up from the table and held out a hand to help her up as well.

I take his offered hand and stand up. Thank you for the offer. The park sounds lovely. As we walk out of apartment, I ask. Do you often come here?

We reach the entrance of the park. The sun shines bright. Flowers bloom beautifully along the path. Couples are seen holding hands and kids playing.

This place looks amazing. So vibrant and lively. I inhale deeply. Smells good too.

Turning towards Akash, I give a soft smile. Lead the way, dear. Show me your favorite spot in this park.

Neela slowly wakes up to the feeling of his lips on her forehead. Her eyes flutter open as she looks into his face, a soft smile spreading across her features. "Good morning," she whispers, her voice still groggy with sleep. She yawns and stretches languidly, enjoying the warmth of his body against hers.

As they lie there together, Neela can't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over her. Maybe this new life she's found isn't so bad...

Neela:

"I know it's a fact. But that doesn't mean we can't try to make the best of it. We could at least attempt to build a relationship based on respect and understanding, rather than resentment."

My name is Neela. I'm still angry, but maybe we can find a way to get along and learn about each other. I hope we can have some respect between us.

As Neela accepted Krish's offer, she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in herself. She had never wanted anything more than this freedom; the opportunity to be free from everyone else's control was simply too enticing to pass up.

Krish had been instrumental in helping her find her feet again after everything had happened with him. He seemed to understand exactly what she needed and had been there for her through thick and thin.

"Thank you," she said quietly before he picked her up from the restaurant and deposited her back home.

The next few weeks passed uneventfully. Krish continued with his work while Neela began exploring the city and learning more about her new surroundings. Despite their living situation, they maintained a polite distance from each other, only speaking when necessary. As time went on, however, Neela found herself growing more comfortable in Krish's presence.

One day, as they were sitting at the dining table having lunch together, she finally mustered up the courage to speak about her true passion: classical dancing. "