Rohit Kulkarni was a kind-hearted young man from Pune who worked as a nurse in a private hospital. He was sincere in his job, polite to his patients, and well-liked by his neighbors. But like many young men, he had one big dream he wanted to marry his beloved, Meera Joshi who was a doctor in the same hospital

Meera came from a traditional Brahmin family in Nagpur. Her father, Shankar Joshi, had retired as a school principal. He was a man of strict principles, who valued discipline and honesty above everything. Her mother, Savita Joshi, was gentle and hospitable, but she always followed her husband’s lead.

Meera loved Rohit dearly and often told him, “You must meet my parents. If Baba likes you, everything else will be easy.” Rohit was very nervous as there was a difference in the position, or one can say adverse position where in he was supposed to be doctor and Meera the nurse. Secondly Meera has shared a lot of stories about Mr. Shankar and his strict attitude. 

Despite all the fact love cupid was playing his role and somehow Rohit got convinced with Meera's words and decided to meet her parents.

On a bright Saturday morning, Rohit travelled to Nagpur by train. He wore his best kurta and carried a box of sweets for Meera’s family.

When he entered their home, he was greeted warmly by Savita aunty. But Shankar Joshi observed him carefully, adjusting his spectacles.

“What do you do, young man?” asked Shankar sternly.

“I am a nurse, sir,” Rohit replied honestly. Shankar and Savita looked towards Meera

There was silence for a moment. Shankar had hoped his daughter would marry a doctor or an engineer something of her similar stature, but nurse seemed too low for his expectations.

Still, Rohit tried his best. He touched their feet respectfully, helped Savita aunty in the kitchen, and even repaired a loose switch in their living room.

Mr. Shankar called Meera and asked, "Beta are you sure about this guy, neither he is of the same background, nor does he match your stature or position, how are you going to manage?"

Meera politely said, "Papa the questions which you are asking, we already have gone through that from our friends, but it hardly matters for us as to what others will think about us, the only thing matters is the bond between both of us and love which will keep us together forever."

Mr. Shankar was not very much convinced from Meera's logic but a father's heart said something else, Meera's happiness.

But fate had other plans, Rohit accidentally spilled sambar on the tablecloth during lunch. Later, when Shankar asked him to sing a bhajan, Rohit got so nervous that he forgot the lines midway. Every mistake made Shankar frown, while Meera looked helplessly at Rohit.

In the evening, when neighbors dropped by, Shankar introduced Rohit as “Meera’s friend,” not as her fiancé. Rohit felt a little hurt but kept quiet.

The next morning, Shankar decided to test Rohit further. He asked him to accompany him to the vegetable market. At the market, a fight broke out between two vendors. Shankar observed Rohit quietly. To his surprise, Rohit stepped forward, calmed both sides with patience, and even helped an old man carry his basket. Later in the evening, at home, when a neighborhood child fell and injured his knee, Rohit gently cleaned the wound and bandaged it. The boy stopped crying within minutes.

For the first time, Shankar saw the true strength of Rohit—not in his profession or his confidence, but in his kindness and service.

That evening, Shankar called Rohit to the veranda. “Beta,” he said softly, “I was not sure about you at first. I thought you may not match Meera’s background. But I was wrong. You have a good heart. And that is the most important thing for a husband.”

Rohit’s eyes filled with relief. Meera, standing nearby, beamed with joy. Savita aunty brought out a plate of sweets, and Shankar placed his hand on Rohit’s shoulder. “From today, you are part of our family.”

The wedding took place a few months later in Nagpur, filled with music, laughter, and blessings. Rohit, though never perfect in manners, proved to be perfect in compassion. Shankar often told his friends, “I wanted a son-in-law with degrees and fame, but instead, I got one with a golden heart. And that is far more valuable.”