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Wine her heart (2)
#romancestory #heartbreak #secondchance
When Hadi returned home after a great outing, he was feeling quite refreshed. It had been three days since he had come back home, and on this particular day, he found his house to be a place of intrigue. His mother, Rumaisa, was lying down, weak, and ill. Hadi had learned from his father that she hadn't eaten anything since his departure. Filled with worry, Hadi approached his mother, and his heart ached at the sight of her fragile state. Despite his arrogant, rude, and spoilt brat demeanor in the world, he had a deep affection for his parents.
"Mama? What is this childishness?" Hadi asked, his voice laced with disbelief.
Rumaisa, her face pale and drawn, placed her hand over her eyes, trying to hide the tears that threatened to spill over. She had been dreading this conversation, but she knew she couldn't put it off any longer.
Even after hearing Hadi's voice, she pretended not to notice, her heart pounding in her chest.
"Mama, please?" Hadi persisted, his voice soft and pleading.
"What 'please'? Haven't I already told you to marry that girl? She's in trouble. Can't you do this one thing for me? Can't you?" Rumaisa said, her voice trembling with emotion.
"Mama, you are asking me to get married. Is this some sort of doll's play?" Hadi asked, his voice laced with frustration and confusion.
"Hadi, listen," Rumaisa said, her voice firming up. "I'm only asking you to get married. If, in the future, you find her unworthy of being your life partner, you can divorce her. But for now, I need a relationship to take her with me. I have nothing to hold on to, by which I can take Masooma from her greedy uncle."
Hadi's eyes widened in surprise. He had never considered marriage before, and the idea of entering into such a serious commitment so suddenly was overwhelming.
"Mama," he began, his voice hesitant, "I don't even know her. How can I marry someone I've never met?"
Rumaisa sighed deeply, her shoulders slumping. "I know it's a lot to ask, Hadi," she said, her voice filled with sadness, "but I'm begging you. Masooma is a good girl. She's kind, intelligent, and beautiful. She deserves a better life than the one she's living now."
Then came the moment when Hadi had to bow down to his mother's persistence. He got married, but the very next day, without informing anyone, he left for the USA. Rumaisa was saddened by Hadi's abrupt departure, but she found solace in the fact that she had brought Masooma with her to Dhaka after the wedding.
Since Rafik had already returned home after the vacation, Rumaisa decided to stay back for a few more days. It took around 7-8 months for Masooma's visa to be approved. During this time, she entrusted Masooma's care to a relative in Dhaka named Sabiha. A divorcee who had chosen not to remarry after her first marriage ended, Sabiha was delighted to take Masooma under her wing and care for her attentively.
Eight months...
When Hadi returned home after a great outing, he was feeling quite refreshed. It had been three days since he had come back home, and on this particular day, he found his house to be a place of intrigue. His mother, Rumaisa, was lying down, weak, and ill. Hadi had learned from his father that she hadn't eaten anything since his departure. Filled with worry, Hadi approached his mother, and his heart ached at the sight of her fragile state. Despite his arrogant, rude, and spoilt brat demeanor in the world, he had a deep affection for his parents.
"Mama? What is this childishness?" Hadi asked, his voice laced with disbelief.
Rumaisa, her face pale and drawn, placed her hand over her eyes, trying to hide the tears that threatened to spill over. She had been dreading this conversation, but she knew she couldn't put it off any longer.
Even after hearing Hadi's voice, she pretended not to notice, her heart pounding in her chest.
"Mama, please?" Hadi persisted, his voice soft and pleading.
"What 'please'? Haven't I already told you to marry that girl? She's in trouble. Can't you do this one thing for me? Can't you?" Rumaisa said, her voice trembling with emotion.
"Mama, you are asking me to get married. Is this some sort of doll's play?" Hadi asked, his voice laced with frustration and confusion.
"Hadi, listen," Rumaisa said, her voice firming up. "I'm only asking you to get married. If, in the future, you find her unworthy of being your life partner, you can divorce her. But for now, I need a relationship to take her with me. I have nothing to hold on to, by which I can take Masooma from her greedy uncle."
Hadi's eyes widened in surprise. He had never considered marriage before, and the idea of entering into such a serious commitment so suddenly was overwhelming.
"Mama," he began, his voice hesitant, "I don't even know her. How can I marry someone I've never met?"
Rumaisa sighed deeply, her shoulders slumping. "I know it's a lot to ask, Hadi," she said, her voice filled with sadness, "but I'm begging you. Masooma is a good girl. She's kind, intelligent, and beautiful. She deserves a better life than the one she's living now."
Then came the moment when Hadi had to bow down to his mother's persistence. He got married, but the very next day, without informing anyone, he left for the USA. Rumaisa was saddened by Hadi's abrupt departure, but she found solace in the fact that she had brought Masooma with her to Dhaka after the wedding.
Since Rafik had already returned home after the vacation, Rumaisa decided to stay back for a few more days. It took around 7-8 months for Masooma's visa to be approved. During this time, she entrusted Masooma's care to a relative in Dhaka named Sabiha. A divorcee who had chosen not to remarry after her first marriage ended, Sabiha was delighted to take Masooma under her wing and care for her attentively.
Eight months...
