The Girl Who Decided To Marry Me

I never thought I’d be writing something like this. Back in my university days, I believed I’d never find love. The idea of having a girlfriend seemed so distant that I’d quietly accepted that maybe I wasn't the kind of guy anyone would fall for. Growing up in a cramped 450-square-foot home in Navi Mumbai didn’t leave much room for guests, let alone dreams of romance. But life has a funny way of proving us wrong.

It was 2008 when I came across her—Priya. A girl I first connected with on Orkut, that long-gone yet unforgettable social media platform. Ironically, we’d both registered on a matrimonial website, and it was there that she found me. I was working in Bangalore back then, trying to figure life out. She, on the other hand, was already a topper, well-settled in her career, and had that unmistakable spark of confidence. But what really struck me was the innocence on her face—it said everything her words didn’t have to.

Our conversations began casually. We exchanged stories, laughs, even silences. Slowly, it felt like I was starting to understand her, and she was doing the same with me. One day, out of sheer curiosity and self-doubt, I asked her, “Why would you want to marry me, Priya?”

Her response still rings in my ears.

"Because you look like my brother… and he is a nice person."

Now, let’s be honest—at first, I thought this was possibly the worst answer ever given to that question. But as I sat with it, I realized something beautiful: it reflected her purity, her sense of family, her instinct to love and trust deeply. It wasn’t a romantic line from a movie—but it was real. And in that honesty, I found something more enduring than mere words.

Back then, I had nothing—not a house, not a car, not even savings. All I had was a belief in myself, and a silent promise I made to her: I will protect you, care for you, and make you smile every single day until my last breath.

A girl who chooses to believe in a man when he has nothing but potential is nothing short of extraordinary. That trust, that leap of faith—deserves nothing less than unwavering love and lifelong respect.

Seventeen years have passed since that moment. And not once has Priya looked back or stopped being the rock behind everything I’ve achieved. She’s managed an IT career, raised two wonderful kids, run our home, and done it all with a smile that somehow still has that same innocence I fell for.

Sometimes I watch her and think, How does she do it all?

Truth is, I don’t know. But I do know this—she’s one in a million. A woman of quiet strength, endless love, and rare resilience.

If there’s such a thing as a real-life Supergirl, I’m lucky enough to call her my wife.

Thank you, Priya—for choosing me, for believing in me, and for building this beautiful life with me.