The Unsaid Goodbye

Days turned into weeks, and Misthi held onto every letter he sent, each one filled with tales of the soldiers, of bravery, and of the beautiful memories they had made together. She clung to the hope that he would return, that the promise they had made to each other would bring him back to her.

The letters were her lifeline. Misthi read each one until the ink was nearly faded, tracing her fingers over Abir’s words, feeling as if he were right beside her. His letters told of camaraderie and courage, of his brothers in arms and the bravery they carried, and sometimes he would slip in a line or two about their dreams—reminding her of the life they were building, even from afar.

But one evening, Misthi’s world shifted forever.

There was a knock at the door. Misthi’s heart raced, hoping for one of those precious letters. But when she saw the uniformed officer standing at her doorstep, her heart stopped. He held a small envelope, and his expression was solemn, his eyes clouded with something she feared to understand.

“Mrs. Misthi Rajvansh?” he asked gently.

She nodded, unable to find her voice as she reached for the envelope with trembling hands. The officer gave her a small, pained nod before stepping back.

With a deep breath, Misthi opened the envelope. Her eyes scanned the words, her heart sinking deeper with each line.

It was over. Abir Rajvansh was not coming home.

“No…” she whispered, as the letter slipped from her hands. She pressed her palm against her mouth, as if that could silence the agony rising within her. Her knees buckled, and she sank to the floor, her heart shattering with every heartbeat.

Clutching her stomach, Misthi felt the faint flutter of the life they had created together, a final gift from him. She closed her eyes, feeling both grief and solace wash over her. In her darkest moment, their child was there—a tiny spark of Abir, reminding her that their love would live on.

Days passed in a blur of sorrow and silence. Her family tried to comfort her, but Misthi’s world felt desolate. She spent hours alone, sitting by the letters he had written, clutching the memories they had made.

One evening, her mother entered her room quietly, sitting beside her on the floor. "Misthi," she began gently, "we’re all here for you. But you’re not alone in this. Abir’s love is still with you."

Misthi looked up, tears glistening in her eyes. “It’s just… Ma, how do I go on?” she whispered. “He was my everything. How do I live without him?”

Her mother took her hand, her gaze steady and warm. "By honoring him. By raising his child with the same courage he showed. You carry his love within you, and in your child, he will live on."

Misthi closed her eyes, letting her mother’s words sink in. She knew she could not let Abir’s memory fade; she would carry his spirit in her heart, in their child, in every choice she made from that moment on.

The weeks turned into months, and Misthi found herself speaking to Abir in quiet moments, whispering to him about their child, the dreams she now held alone.

“Abir,” she murmured one night, sitting by the window and looking out into the dark sky, “I promise you, I’ll raise our child with the same love and bravery you showed me. I’ll tell them of their father’s kindness, his strength… they’ll know you through every story, every lesson.”

And as she looked out into the night, she felt a quiet strength fill her, as if he were there, watching over her.

9 Months later, when her child was born, she held her baby in her arms, a gentle smile breaking through her tears. “Abhir,” she whispered, naming him in honor of his father, her heart swelling with both pride and sorrow. “You are the greatest part of him, and the best part of me.”

As she gazed at her son, Misthi knew her promise was just beginning. She would love him fiercely, as fiercely as she had loved Abir. And in that love, Abir would never be truly gone.

But one day, a letter arrived that wasn’t from Abir. It was an official note from his commanding officer. Misthi’s hands trembled as she read the words, her heart breaking as she realized the devastating truth—Abir Rajvansh was never coming back.

In that moment, Misthi felt as though her entire world had shattered. She held her stomach, feeling the gentle flutter of life within her, a final gift from Abir. Though he was gone, she knew his love would live on in the child they had created—a reminder of their brief but beautiful love, one that had brought light into her life and changed her forever.

With a mixture of sorrow and strength, Misthi vowed to keep Abir’s memory alive, to raise their child with the same bravery and love he had shown her. In her heart, she knew that their love story would never truly end, for as long as she remembered him, Abir would always be with her, guiding her, watching over her, and living on through the life they had created together

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