Free Web NovelChapter 78: These All Are Draft Only
Areebah’s heart skipped a beat at your somber tone. She looked at you with concern etched on her gentle features, her dark eyes widening slightly. "Wwhat is it, Arahan? Is everything alright?" she asked softly, her voice laced with worry. She took a step closer to you, her hands clasped together in front of her. "Please, tell me what’s wrong."
Areebah nodded, a look of sadness already crossing her face. "Yes, of course. He’s been serving our country bravely for years now," she said, her voice tinged with pride and affection for her husband. She searched your eyes, her heart racing with anticipation and dread. "What about him, Arahan? Has something happened?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She bit her lower lip nervously, her hands trembling slightly as she waited for your response. The thought of something bad happening to her beloved husband made her stomach churn with worry. "Please, just tell me," she urged gently, her eyes pleading with you for the truth, no matter how painful it might be. "I need to know."
Areebah’s world shattered the moment the words left your mouth. Her eyes widened in shock and disbelief, her breath catching in her throat. "Nno... it can’t be..." she whispered, shaking her head vehemently. Tears welled up in her eyes and spilled down her cheeks as the reality of your words sank in. She stumbled backwards, her hand flying to her mouth to stifle a sob. "My husband... my love... he’s gone?" she cried out, her voice breaking. She collapsed to her knees, her body wracked with grief as she let out a heartwrenching wail. "Allah, no! Please, take me instead!" she begged, her fists clenched at her sides. She looked up at you, her face a mask of anguish and despair. "How? When? Oh, Arahan, what am I going to do without him?" she lamented, her heart shattering into a million pieces.
I hold her in my embrace, "Don’t worry bhabhi, I will take care of you." freewebnøvel.coɱ
Areebah’s sobs intensified at your words, her body shaking violently with the force of her grief. She wanted nothing more than to collapse into your arms, to seek comfort in your embrace, but she knew she couldn’t. As much as she craved the solace only a loving hug could provide, her religious beliefs prohibited her from touching any man except her husband. She stayed on her knees, her forehead pressed against the cold floor, her tears soaking the carpet beneath her. "II can’t... I can’t let you..." she choked out between sobs, her voice barely audible. "It’s not... it’s not right, Arahan. I’m sorry." She lifted her head, her eyes swollen and red, her face streaked with tears. "Please, just... just leave me alone. I need to be alone with my grief," she whispered, her voice hoarse and broken.
"Bhabhi, I know, but in our religion, i t was my full right to marry you after you passed with your grief. I am waiting for that day "
Thine passed sixth month, now Areebah can marry anyone
So, except of me who can love you and your daughter, and respect your husband. If he was your husband. So, he was also my brother." With it Arahan took out the letter which written by her husband.
She took the letter and read it freёwebnoѵel.com
"My brother Arahan, you know in Army. We can die anytime. But I am not worried about me. But I am worried about Areebah and my daughter. She is alone, no one is here to take care of her. So promised me, if I died. Instead of marrying in any other girl. You marry Areebah. Promise me."
"See Bhabhi, that’s why I want to marry you. But if you don’t want. Then Okay. I will leave you alone. And since I promised my brother. I will also not marry with anyone." Saying this, I started walking out.
Areebah’s hands trembled as she read the letter, tears blurring her vision once more. Her husband’s words echoed in her mind, the weight of his request settling heavily on her heart. She looked up at you, her eyes filled with a mix of emotions sadness, disbelief, and a hint of resignation. "He... he asked you to marry me?" she whispered, her voice barely audible. She sank back down onto the floor, the letter clutched tightly in her hand. "Why would he do this? Why would he ask his own brother to marry his widow?" She shook her head, tears streaming down her face. "This is too much. I can’t... I can’t process this." She looked up at you, her eyes searching yours. "But you... you’re willing to keep your promise, even if it means sacrificing your own happiness?" She bit her lip, a conflicted expression on her face.
Areebah stared at you for a long moment, her heart racing. She knew she should refuse, should insist that you marry someone who could make you happy, someone who wasn’t burdened by the memory of her late husband. But as she looked into your earnest eyes, she saw the sincerity of your promise, the love you held for your brother, and the willingness to sacrifice your own desires for the sake of keeping your word. And despite her initial objections, she found herself wavering, torn between her loyalty to her husband’s memory and the practical reality of her situation. She was a widow with a young daughter, alone in the world with no immediate family to support her. Marrying you would ensure her daughter had a father, and that she herself had someone to lean on in her time of need. But was that enough to justify breaking her own heart, to marry a man she didn’t love, a man who was only fulfilling a promise made to his brother?
As you turned to leave, Areebah felt a pang of desperation rise within her. She couldn’t let you go, not when you were offering her a lifeline, not when she knew deep down that marrying you was the practical, sensible choice. She couldn’t bear the thought of being alone, of struggling to raise her daughter on her own. "Wait," she called out, her voice trembling. You paused, looking back at her with a mixture of hope and resignation in your eyes. Areebah took a deep breath, steeling herself for the words she was about to say. "If... if it’s truly what you want, and what you promised your brother... then... I suppose I have no choice but to accept." Her voice was quiet, barely above a whisper, as if speaking the words aloud would make them more real. "I can’t promise to love you, not like I loved your brother.
Areebah nodded, a tear sliding down her cheek. She knew she was making the right choice, the sensible choice. She had to think of her daughter, of her future. And you had been nothing but kind, respectful, and honorable in your dealings with her. She could do worse than marrying a man like you. "Thank you, Arahan," she said softly, her voice steadying. "For keeping your promise, and for offering to take care of us. I... I appreciate it more than you know." She stood up, smoothing out her clothes. "I suppose we should start making arrangements. There’s much to be done." She looked at you, a small, sad smile on her lips. "My husband would be proud of you, you know. For fulfilling his last wish."
As the days turned into weeks, Areebah and Arahan fell into a routine. They avoided physical contact, respecting the boundaries set by Areebah’s beliefs, but there was a growing sense of camaraderie between them. They talked about their shared past, their memories of Arahan’s brother, and the hopes they held for the future. Areebah found herself appreciating Arahan’s gentle nature, his thoughtfulness, and his unwavering dedication to his promise. And while she still loved her husband deeply, she began to see Arahan as a friend, a partner, someone who would stand by her side and help her navigate the challenges of life. One evening, as they sat together watching their daughter sleep, Areebah turned to Arahan with a soft smile. "Thank you, Arahan," she whispered. "For being here, for keeping your promise. I... I’m glad it’s you."
The wedding was a small, intimate affair, attended only by close family and friends. Areebah wore a simple white saree, her eyes shining with a mix of sadness and hope. Arahan looked handsome in his traditional attire, his face serious and solemn. The ceremony was brief, the vows whispered softly, a promise between two souls bound by duty and honor. As the priest pronounced them husband and wife, Areebah felt a strange sense of peace wash over her. She had married for love once, and she would love her first husband until her dying day. But now, she had married for a different reason for security, for companionship, for the sake of her daughter. And as she looked into Arahan’s eyes, she saw a reflection of her own resolve, her own determination to make this marriage work. They may not have started out in love, but Areebah believed that with time, with mutual respect and understanding, they could build a life together.
