Love and Looks – Crisp Stories @ Kalyug Briefs

Love and Looks – Crisp Stories @ Kalyug Briefs

Megha and Preeti had been inseparable since school. Now, in college too, their friendship was going strong. One day, Megha looked unusually restless.

Megha: “Preeti, my parents just came back from a wedding. They met this guy’s family and now there’s a rishta for me.”

Preeti: “Really? That sounds serious!”

Megha: “Yeah… both families are keen. But I’m just… confused.”

Preeti: “Confused about what? No one’s forcing you to get married tomorrow. They’re just asking you to meet him, that’s all.”

Megha (making a face): “But he’s not even good-looking!”

Preeti (raising an eyebrow): “So… if he was good-looking, you’d say yes? Is that all you’re looking for in a life partner?”

Megha: “Not all, but at least he should look smart. How else am I supposed to fall in love?”

Preeti smiled knowingly and leaned in.

Preeti: “Do you love your parents?”

Megha (rolling her eyes): “Of course I do! What kind of question is that?”

Preeti: “How much?”

Megha: “Infinitely!”

Preeti: “But… they’re not exactly film-star material, are they?”

Megha (defensive): “Are you mad?! They’re my parents! They love me unconditionally!”

Preeti: “Exactly. That’s my point — there’s no link between love and looks. You love people for their qualities, not their features.”

She paused for a beat, then added:

Preeti: “Remember Deepak Sir?”

Megha: “Our English teacher from 8th grade?”

Preeti: “The one and only!”

Megha (nostalgic): “Of course I remember. We literally staged a mini-protest to get him back as our class teacher!”

Preeti: “Exactly. He was short, dark — no one’s idea of handsome. But we all adored him because he was the best. Looks didn’t matter.”

Megha stayed quiet. Her resistance had started to melt.

Preeti (gently): “Just go meet the guy, Megha. Your parents aren’t backward villagers forcing you into anything. You always have a choice.”

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One Week Later

Preeti was about to enter her lecture hall when she got a frantic call from Megha.

Preeti: “Yes, ma’am? What’s so urgent that you made me bunk my class?”

Megha (giggling): “I met him.”

Preeti: “And?”

Megha (beaming): “He’s hilarious! So witty, so fun to talk to — I swear I haven’t laughed this much in ages. I think… I’m already falling for him.”

She paused, her voice softer.

Megha: “Thank you, love. Seriously. If you hadn’t talked some sense into me, I would’ve missed out on someone amazing.”

The two friends hugged, right there outside campus.

And yes — Megha did get married to him. The one her parents had introduced. The one who made her laugh. The one whose heart shone brighter than his looks.