My Mother’s Prince - Questions That Don’t Wait - Part 18
Questions That Don’t Wait
Some pressures come from work.
Some from inside.
But the heaviest ones usually come from family — wrapped politely as concern.
Meera had been unusually quiet for two days.
Not distant.
Just… slower in replies.
He noticed.
He always noticed.
On the third evening, he called.
She answered, but her voice sounded tired.
“Long day?” he asked.
“Not office,” she replied.
Pause.
“Home?”
“Hmm.”
He waited.
If there was one thing he had learned, it was this —
don’t force words out of someone who is still arranging them.
After a moment she said it.
“My parents started looking for matches.”
The sentence hung in the air between them.
Not shocking.
Just… real.
He didn’t react immediately.
Marriage discussions at her age were normal.
Expected even.
But hearing it directly felt different.
“So suddenly?” he asked quietly.
“Not suddenly. They were waiting.”
“For what?”
“For me to settle in my career a bit.”
He nodded slowly.
That sounded reasonable.
Still, something inside him felt like the ground had shifted slightly.
“What did you say?” he asked.
“I said I need time.”
“And?”
“They said time doesn’t stop for anyone.”
He exhaled slowly.
Parents rarely said things like villains.
They said them like people who believed they were protecting the future.
On the other side of the call, she asked gently,
“What are you thinking?”
He answered honestly.
“That life doesn’t wait for us to become ready.”
She laughed faintly.
“That’s the most serious thing you’ve said today.”
“I’m serious.”
“I know.”
There was a long silence.
Not awkward.
Just heavy with thoughts.
Finally she said softly,
“I didn’t tell them about you.”
His heart tightened slightly.
“Okay.”
“You’re not angry?”
“No.”
“Why?”
He thought about it carefully.
“Because we never rushed into labeling this.”
“That’s true.”
“And because I’m still building myself.”
Another pause.
Then she said something very honest.
“That’s exactly why I like you.”
He walked slowly along the small street outside his house while talking.
Streetlights flickered above.
“What do you want?” he asked gently.
She didn’t answer immediately.
“I want to grow without feeling rushed,” she said finally.
“And I want to choose someone because I respect them… not because a calendar says it’s time.”
His chest felt lighter hearing that.
“Sounds fair.”
“But life doesn’t always run on fair rules,” she added.
“That’s also true.”
Then she asked him something unexpected.
“If someday they ask me directly… what should I say?”
He stopped walking.
This was not a theoretical question.
This was the real edge of something important.
His old self would have avoided the answer.
Version One would have changed the topic.
Version Two might have hesitated.
But he had grown.
Slowly.
Painfully.
And growth demanded honesty.
“If that day comes,” he said calmly,
“tell them the truth.”
“And what is the truth?”
“That we are building something… but we are not finished building ourselves.”
She was silent for a few seconds.
Then she whispered,
“That’s the most mature answer possible.”
He smiled faintly.
“I learned from someone who observes aggressively.”
She laughed softly.
After the call ended, he stood there looking at the quiet street.
Life had just placed a new question in front of him.
Not a test of intelligence.
A test of timing.
He wasn’t ready for marriage.
He knew that clearly.
But he also wasn’t willing to lose what they were building.
And somewhere between those two truths…
He needed to grow faster.
Not rushed.
But stronger.
At dinner, his mother noticed the thoughtful look again.
“New mountain?” she asked.
He nodded slightly.
“Bigger?”
“Yes.”
She smiled knowingly.
“My prince likes bigger mountains now.”
He didn’t deny it.
Because deep inside, he had realized something important.
Life was no longer asking him
“Can you survive?”
It was asking something else.
“Can you become someone worth choosing?”
And that question —
He was ready to answer.
Even if it took time.
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