My Mother’s Prince - The Question That Stayed in the Silence - Part 27
The Question That Stayed in the Silence
Training continued the next day as if nothing unusual had happened.
No announcements.
No special treatment.
Just another session.
But Raghav refused to behave normally.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” he whispered loudly while entering the hall,
“please make way for our future strategic operations leader.”
“Stop it,” he muttered.
Kavya laughed.
“Let him enjoy. This is his biggest achievement too.”
“How?”
“He is your roommate. Indirect success.”
Raghav nodded proudly.
“Exactly.”
The sessions that day were lighter.
Group discussions.
Communication exercises.
Role-playing scenarios.
At one point they had to act out a difficult workplace conversation.
Raghav immediately volunteered.
“Finally my acting talent will shine.”
He was given the role of an angry customer.
No acting was needed.
He performed naturally.
“WHAT KIND OF SERVICE IS THIS?”
Everyone burst out laughing.
Even the trainer struggled to keep a straight face.
That evening, the trainees gathered outside the hostel lawn.
Someone had brought a small speaker.
Soft music played.
People talked in groups.
It felt less like training and more like college again.
He stepped aside and checked his phone.
A message from Meera.
“Are you free to talk?”
He replied.
“Yes.”
Within seconds, his phone rang.
“Hi,” he said.
Her voice sounded calm.
But something was different.
“Hi.”
“How are things there?”
“Good. Busy.”
“Same here.”
A small pause.
Then she said it.
“My parents have started looking for proposals.”
The words came softly.
But they landed heavily.
He stayed quiet.
Not because he didn’t care.
But because he didn’t know the right words yet.
She continued.
“They haven’t forced anything yet.”
“But the discussions have started.”
He could hear the tension behind her calm voice.
“How do you feel about it?” he asked.
“Confused.”
Another pause.
“And a little scared.”
He understood that feeling.
Life decisions rarely came with clear answers.
Then she asked the question.
Not dramatically.
Just honestly.
“Where do you see us going?”
The night suddenly felt quieter.
Music in the lawn continued.
People laughed somewhere nearby.
But for him, everything slowed down.
He wasn’t afraid of the question.
He was afraid of answering carelessly.
Some answers change lives.
And those should never be rushed.
“I don’t know the full answer yet,” he said finally.
His voice was steady.
“But I know one thing.”
“What?”
“I value what we have.”
Silence followed.
But it wasn’t uncomfortable.
She spoke again.
“I value it too.”
Then she added quietly,
“That’s why I asked.”
He leaned back against the wall.
Thinking carefully.
“For now,” he said slowly,
“we focus on building ourselves.”
“Careers.”
“Stability.”
“Clarity.”
“And when the time comes…”
He paused.
“…we’ll face that decision properly.”
Meera listened quietly.
Then she asked softly,
“Are you afraid?”
He smiled faintly.
“Yes.”
“Of what?”
“Making promises I’m not ready to protect yet.”
On the other side of the call, she smiled.
“I respect that.”
Another silence.
But this one felt lighter.
Then she said something playful.
“Also… you’re still in training.”
“Yes.”
“Let’s make sure you pass first.”
“Very supportive.”
“Practical.”
They spoke a little longer.
About small things.
Training stories.
Raghav’s dramatic personality.
Work gossip.
Normal conversations.
But beneath all of it…
Something had changed.
The relationship had quietly stepped into a deeper space.
Later that night, he sat outside the hostel again.
The same bench.
Cool air.
Quiet campus.
He thought about the question she asked.
Where do you see us going?
For the first time, he didn’t feel like running away from it.
Not rushing toward it either.
Just… walking steadily.
Raghav suddenly appeared again.
“How do you keep finding me?” he asked.
“Introverts always sit in peaceful corners.”
Raghav sat beside him.
“Phone call?”
“Yes.”
“Important?”
“Yes.”
Raghav nodded.
“Life question?”
“Yes.”
He sighed dramatically.
“Ah. Romance season has started.”
He smiled slightly.
“Maybe.”
Raghav looked serious for once.
“Just remember something.”
“What?”
“The right person won’t rush your journey.”
That night before sleeping, he texted Meera.
“Thank you for asking honestly.”
Her reply came a minute later.
“Thank you for answering honestly.”
As he closed his eyes, he thought about something his mother once said long ago.
“Good things grow slowly.”
Maybe she wasn’t talking only about life.
Maybe she was also talking about love.
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