More than a Son..... Superb Story

If you really interested in reading this story, then please I would recommend you to read the last story I have posted “Love that Died Slowly” and then follow this one. Your Comments will be appreciated

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When Asavari married Vikram, his brother, Vedant was seven years old – 18 years younger than him. The couple were together in college and fell in love.

Vikram’s father was very orthodox and his son assumed there would be war if he talked about Asavari. So, after he got a job, he eloped with her and married her. To his astonishment, when Vikram called home to give his family the news, his father said: “Bring Asavari straight home”. But Asavari’s family cut off all the links with her.

Vikram took his bride home, a bit apprehensive. His father said. “Let the bride be welcomed in keeping with traditions of our hiding behind his Vedant watched keenly and asked “Who’s this?” “ Your Bhabhi Vikram replied.

Vedant took an instant liking to her. And, she took over his care – from sending him to school, to homework, to tucking him into bed. As school, teachers often mistook Asavari for his mother. She would say “He’s my brother-in-law, but quite like my son”.

Over the years, the Vikram and Asavari had two kids. When Vedant was in Class VIII, his father died and in Class X, his mother passed away. Vedant and Asavari became eachother’s pillar of support. When she remembered her parents and cried, he would comfort her saying. “I am there for you”. One day, Asavari received a call and collapsed hearing Vikram had been hit by a bus and was in hospital undergoing surgery.

But, as the fate had its way the doctors couldn’t save Vikram. Vedant was shattered, still in third year of college, he started feeling responsible for his bhabhi and her kids. Though, Vikram’s firm gave compensation, financial woes befell them. Vedant began to study and work to support the family.

After he was settled, Asavari would advise him to get married and he would say, “What’s the hurry?” Even if he got attracted to girls and thought of marriage, he dismissed the idea. Vikram’s children finished their studies, got married and now have kids, but Vedant is still a bachelor. They hold him in high regard. When Asavari watched Vedant play with her grandchildren, she thinks:

“Maybe, this is how God came into out lives”

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This is again another side of life than our last story “Love that Died Slowyly”

We have a person who neglects her blood relations and simply wents off with other person and here we have a person who happily lived his entire life for the ones who are not even his own blood.

What do you feel, which one is the meaningfull and worthwhile life here?...

Was there no love in this relationship to ANONYMOUS?...