The days following the tense dinner at the Kapoors' mansion were filled with a lingering sense of unease. Supriya tried to focus on her work and her children, but the worries about Aanya's future gnawed at her. She couldn't shake the feeling that the Kapoors' reservations would cast a shadow over Aanya and Rohan's relationship.

One evening, Priya visited Supriya's modest apartment. The two women sat in the cozy living room, sipping tea and talking about their children.

"Supriya, I know you're worried about Aanya and Rohan," Priya began gently. "But I believe in their love. My parents will come around eventually. They just need time to see how wonderful Aanya is."

Supriya sighed, her eyes filled with concern. "I want to believe that, Priya. But I can't help thinking about the pressures and expectations they face. I don't want Aanya to be hurt."

Priya reached out and squeezed Supriya's hand. "Aanya is strong, just like you. She'll find a way to navigate this. And Rohan loves her deeply. He'll stand by her."

Despite Priya's reassurances, the days ahead were anything but easy. The Kapoors' initial reluctance turned into subtle but persistent attempts to distance Rohan from Aanya. Mrs. Kapoor began introducing Rohan to other young women from influential families, hoping to sway his heart.

One afternoon, Aanya returned home from work with a heavy heart. She found Supriya in the kitchen, preparing dinner.

"Mom, can we talk?" Aanya asked, her voice tinged with sadness.

Supriya put down the knife she was using and turned to face her daughter. "Of course, darling. What's wrong?"

Aanya took a deep breath, trying to hold back her tears. "Rohan's parents have been pushing him to meet other girls. They're making it very clear that they don't approve of us."

Supriya's heart ached for her daughter. She pulled Aanya into a comforting embrace. "I'm so sorry, Aanya. This must be incredibly difficult for you."

Aanya nodded, tears streaming down her face. "I don't know what to do, Mom. I love Rohan, but I don't want to come between him and his family. I don't want to be the cause of any more pain."

Supriya held her daughter tightly, wishing she could take away her pain. "Love is never easy, Aanya. But if you and Rohan are truly meant to be together, you'll find a way to overcome these obstacles. Just be honest with each other and stay strong."

That evening, Aanya met Rohan at their favorite park. The atmosphere was heavy with tension as they sat on a bench, the evening breeze rustling the leaves around them.

"Rohan, we need to talk," Aanya began, her voice trembling. "Your parents have been trying to set you up with other girls. I can't pretend it doesn't hurt."

Rohan reached out and took her hand. "I know, Aanya. They've been relentless. But I love you, and I want to be with you. I won't let them dictate my life."

Aanya looked into his eyes, searching for reassurance. "But what if this never stops? What if they keep trying to drive us apart? I don't want to come between you and your family."

Rohan's grip on her hand tightened. "We'll face this together, Aanya. We'll show them that our love is real and that it can withstand anything. But I need you to trust me and stay by my side."

Aanya nodded, her resolve strengthening. "I trust you, Rohan. And I love you. We'll get through this."

As the weeks passed, the pressure from the Kapoors only intensified. They began to use more underhanded tactics, spreading rumors about Aanya's family and their financial struggles. The whispers reached Rohan's ears, and while he tried to ignore them, they began to take a toll on his relationship with Aanya.

One evening, Rohan came to Aanya's apartment, his face etched with frustration and exhaustion. "Aanya, we need to talk."

Aanya's heart sank at the serious tone in his voice. "What is it, Rohan?"

He took a deep breath, his eyes filled with anguish. "The rumors about your family… they're getting out of hand. My parents are using them to turn people against us. It's affecting my work, my friendships… everything."

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Aanya felt a wave of despair wash over her. "I had no idea it had gotten this bad. What do we do, Rohan?"

Rohan looked at her, his expression torn. "I don't know, Aanya. I feel like we're fighting a losing battle. I love you, but I don't want you to suffer because of me. Maybe we should… take a step back."

Aanya's heart shattered at his words. "You want to break up?"

Rohan's eyes were filled with pain. "I don't want to, but I don't see another way. I need to figure out how to deal with my family and their expectations. I don't want to hurt you any more than I already have."

Aanya felt her world crumbling around her. "I understand, Rohan. But know that I love you, and I'll be here, waiting for you."

With that, Rohan left, leaving Aanya feeling more alone than ever. Supriya found her daughter sobbing in her room that night, her heart breaking for her once more.

As the days turned into weeks, Aanya threw herself into her work, trying to distract herself from the pain of losing Rohan. Supriya watched her daughter with a heavy heart, wishing she could do more to ease her suffering.

One evening, as they sat together in their modest living room, Supriya took Aanya's hand. "Aanya, I know things seem bleak right now. But you are strong, and you will get through this. Love has a way of finding its path, even through the darkest times."

Aanya nodded, her eyes filled with determination. "I know, Mom. And I will keep believing in that love. I just hope Rohan can find his way back to me."

The weeks following Rohan's departure were a blur for Aanya. She buried herself in her studies and part-time job, trying to fill the void left by his absence. Each day was a struggle, but she faced it with the same resilience she had learned from her mother. Supriya, too, was grappling with her own worries, but she remained a pillar of strength for her daughter.

One evening, Aanya received an unexpected message from Rohan. It was a simple text, asking if they could meet. Her heart pounded as she read and reread the message, debating whether to respond. Finally, she agreed, setting a time and place for their meeting.

They met at the same park where they had shared so many happy moments. The evening sun cast long shadows, creating a melancholic atmosphere that matched Aanya's mood. Rohan was already there, sitting on the bench where they had often talked about their dreams and future.

"Aanya," Rohan began, standing up as she approached. "Thank you for coming."

Aanya nodded, her heart heavy with a mixture of hope and apprehension. "I wasn't sure if you wanted to see me again."

Rohan sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Aanya, I’ve missed you every single day. But things have only gotten more complicated. My parents are relentless. They’re not just pressuring me anymore; they’ve started to interfere in my work and social life. It’s suffocating."

Aanya felt a pang of sympathy but also a deep sadness. "Rohan, I don't want to be the reason for your struggles. Maybe we should accept that some love stories aren't meant to have a happy ending."

Rohan's eyes filled with pain. "No, Aanya. I don’t want to give up on us. But I don’t know how to fight this alone. I need your strength, your support. Can we try to find a way together?"

Aanya’s heart softened. She had missed him too, more than she had allowed herself to admit. "Okay, Rohan. Let's try to find a way. But we have to be honest and face these challenges together."

Over the next few weeks, Aanya and Rohan rekindled their relationship, determined to face the obstacles together. They began meeting secretly, finding solace in each other’s company. However, the secrecy took its toll, creating a constant undercurrent of anxiety and fear of discovery.

One evening, as Supriya was preparing dinner, Aanya returned home looking more exhausted than usual. Supriya noticed the dark circles under her daughter’s eyes and the way she seemed to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders.

"Aanya, sit down," Supriya said gently. "You look exhausted. What's going on?"

Aanya sat down, her hands trembling slightly. "Mom, Rohan and I are trying to make things work, but it’s so hard. His parents are making our lives miserable. I feel like I'm living a double life, constantly looking over my shoulder."

Supriya felt a surge of anger towards the Kapoors. She had always prided herself on her resilience, but seeing her daughter suffer was unbearable. "Aanya, you don't have to go through this alone. Maybe it's time to confront his parents directly. Let them see how serious you both are."

Aanya nodded, feeling a flicker of hope. "You're right, Mom. We need to face this head-on. I'll talk to Rohan and see if he's willing to do this."

The following weekend, Aanya and Rohan decided to confront his parents. They arranged a meeting at the Kapoor mansion, hoping to find a resolution. As they sat in the opulent living room, the tension was palpable.

"Rohan, Aanya, we're glad you decided to talk to us," Mr. Kapoor began, his tone neutral but guarded. "We understand you’re serious about your relationship, but we still have concerns."

Rohan took a deep breath, squeezing Aanya’s hand for support. "Mom, Dad, I love Aanya, and I want to be with her. I understand your concerns, but we’re committed to each other and willing to work through any challenges."

Mrs. Kapoor’s expression softened slightly, but she remained firm. "Rohan, love is important, but so are stability and social standing. We’re not trying to be cruel; we just want what’s best for you."

Aanya spoke up, her voice steady but filled with emotion. "I understand your concerns, Mrs. Kapoor. But Rohan and I believe that love and mutual respect are the foundations of a strong relationship. We’re willing to work hard and prove ourselves. All we ask is for your support."

The conversation continued, with both sides expressing their views and concerns. By the end of the evening, there was no clear resolution, but there was a sense of mutual understanding. The Kapoors agreed to give Aanya and Rohan a chance, albeit reluctantly.

As they left the mansion, Aanya felt a mixture of relief and apprehension. "Do you think they'll really support us, Rohan?"

Rohan nodded, his expression determined. "They will. It might take time, but we’ll prove to them that our love is strong enough to overcome any obstacle."