Days turned into months, and Abir’s memory continued to fill every corner of Misthi’s life. She poured all her love and energy into raising Abhir, cherishing each moment with him as a part of Abir’s legacy. But as time passed, Abir's parents, Meenakshi and Mehul, began to worry about Misthi’s future. They adored their grandson, yet they couldn’t bear to see Misthi alone, living a life without companionship.

One evening, as the family gathered after dinner, Meenakshi approached Misthi gently. “Beta,” she began, choosing her words carefully, “you’re still young. Life has so much more to offer you. You deserve happiness… companionship.” She paused, her gaze softening. “You know that Abir would want you to be happy.”

Misthi listened silently, her hands resting on Abhir’s shoulder as he sat close to her. She knew that Meenakshi and Mehul only wanted what was best for her, but she couldn’t bring herself to imagine a life with anyone but Abir.

“Ma,” Misthi replied softly, “I know you both care deeply for me, and I’m so grateful for everything you’ve done. But my heart… it’s still with Abir. His memories are a part of me, and living with those memories is the only way I feel close to him.”

Mehul sighed, stepping forward to join the conversation. “We understand, Misthi. But what about Abhir? He deserves a family, a father figure in his life. Someone who will be there as he grows up.”

Misthi’s eyes fell to her son, who looked up at her with a silent strength that reminded her so much of Abir. She knelt down beside him, wrapping her arms around his small frame. “Abhir has all the love he needs,” she said, looking back at Meenakshi and Mehul. “He has you both as his grandparents, and he has me. And he has his father’s legacy. I want him to know that love can be everlasting, that it doesn’t fade even when someone is gone.”

Tears glistened in Meenakshi’s eyes as she reached out to hold Misthi’s hand. “We understand, dear. We just want you to be happy. If living with Abir’s memories gives you peace, then we will support you.”

Misthi nodded gratefully, her heart swelling with both sorrow and gratitude. “Thank you, Ma, Papa. I promise, I’ll make sure Abhir knows the love his father had for him. And I’ll cherish Abir’s memory every day.”

---

As the months went on, Misthi poured her heart into raising Abhir. Every story she told him, every lesson she taught, was a tribute to Abir’s legacy. She wanted her son to grow up with the same values that Abir had embodied—strength, kindness, and an unwavering sense of duty.

In her heart, Misthi knew that she would never truly be alone. Abir’s memory was woven into every part of her life, a constant reminder that their love had been real and unbreakable. And though the world around her continued to move forward, Misthi found solace in knowing that some loves were meant to last beyond lifetimes, living on in the hearts they had touched.