AOA, hope everyone is good. well to start with, i belong to a feudal/Political background in Pakistan. my parents insisted i should go to England for further education after my O,levels so here i was in England knowing here i am to study get my degree have a good time make friends and as soon as im done i head back and all set to do what my family is grooming me for Politics.
I Studied hard, and Partied as much as i could but there was no space for love and relationships, i had guy friends who were childhood friends who studied with me in school and so on. for me it was Fixed that i would marry a guy my parents choose. being the only daughter my parents had pampered me a lot and for my father i was a son, the way i carried myself was looking like a girl but my mind worked like a boy. anyway to cut it short, exams got over i was done with my degree and just a day before my farewell i got a call from home to take the next flight and get to Pakistan, my Father was assassinated, my world ended it was like as if i have no sky nor do i have earth under my feet. from a spoiled girl i become a son during that 8hours flight. when i reached home it was a mess, my close ones explained situations and so on, i started looking after things i never even imagined, everyone i met would say you have to take responsibility which made me feel numb. till today i havent cried openly at my fathers grave, soon i stepped into what my elders expected from me, things started working out my career was going well, i couldnt relate to my friends as most of time i had public dealing to do and after that i would stay by myself, for me my life was just the people of my area and the memory of my dead father who was my best friend.
one fine day i drove myself and had some problem it was quite late and i was a little nervous a cruiser pulled over and the man mid aged around 40_45 gets down and helped me, recognized who i was and followed me till i reached home just to make sure i was safe, i invited the person home just so i could thank him, (lets name him Mr.A) he came inside we talked and here we go he was working as a manager of someone known to me, they had moved to my neighborhood he gave me his number and said Mam if you ever need anything at your farm house do call and stay safe.
that one coffee with a stranger who was just a manager Poor but educated made me smile and feel as if one has a good long talk with someone who knows all about us, slowly months passed elections where right round the corner lots of work had to be done, Mr A and i would just text a few times during the day, and every time i would be at my farm he would come we would have coffee and talk about politics gardening and it would feel great, he used to share his stories with me which were interesting as the life i was living was not even close to that. i was nervous as it was the first election of my life without the guidance of my father i thought i was weak, Mr A would give me emotional support and also guidelines which were very productive, and would keep in touch through the day and late hours as the campaign was a dangerous one for me due to my father assassination. i felt really close to Mr A as he genuinely cared.
Elections over i won, was a joyful night for elders and supporters while i was constantly over the phone with mr a which was really strange but i was happy, my mum felt i was getting back to life, time passed and i was busy with living a public life but throughout the day i was intouch with mr a it was as if he is all that makes me happy and myself, when i would be at the farm we would get together spend time he would cook for me and all was perfect, one fine day he told me that he knows we are way too different in stature but he feels i am someone he loves, i had the same feelings for him and we got into a relationship, which was just the best thing that had happened to me. for me he was someone who made me feel complete. i could share my life with. he is possessive we do argue but its just beautiful. he is way elder then me and is poor but i love him. as time is passing i am getting into depression as to how will i marry him. my elders mum would never understand he says its not easy for u, he is divorced and has 2 girls who are married. i offered him money thinking i could help him start a business but he refused. i mean its very hard to believe for you all who are reading this but this man mr A doesnt even let me help him financially. he is very selfless and has a strong belief on Allah which is what makes me love him more. my confused story is how do i get this become a happy ending.
secondly i am totally in love and i would leave everything aside just to hear him for a moment. Allah knows what i feel. i am very confused i cant even meet him openly like in public because ppl recognize me have to use a secret phone that even given by him 
its a weird situation. i feel i am just gonna die if i have to leave him my only happiness. please advise me what should i do.