Raining Love for Her by Kalai Selvi Arivalagan (digital e reader .TXT) 📕

know about this?” Beena’s father asked him with a surprise.

“Yes, they first want to know if you are interested in this. Then he would proceed further.” Arun replied him.

“We were all really unhappy after Vel told us that he did not want to marry Beena. I could not really believe this.” Beena’s father replied him with a choking tone.

“Uncle, I understand your feelings. I know how it will be as a parent to take these things at heart. But be happy he told things frankly at this stage itself. Time can heal any kind of wound. Now let me know if you agree to my marriage proposal.” Arun asked him again.

“We agree to it. But you don’t mind marrying within the family. You know what reason Vel told us for refusing.” Beena’s mother asked Arun.

“That is his wish. I also know about the drawbacks. But I don’t mind taking the risk, it will not happen always. Believe me, it may or may not happen.” Arun spoke to her in a convincing tone.

“When are you leaving India?” Beena’s father enquired Arun.

“I will be leaving by the end of next month. But I want to get married soon, so that I can apply for visa. There is such a lot to do.” Arun answered him.

“When are your parents coming here?” Beena’s mother asked Arun with an excited tone.

“They may be here any time tomorrow. Uncle, before that I want to tell you one thing. The marriage needs to be registered first, and then we can call every one and conduct the marriage in the usual way.” Arun explained every thing before he finished his lunch.

Beena’s parents never expected that things will take a turn like this. Beena was so excited that she could not control her tears. She felt so happy that Arun came on time to make her parents happy and relieved. She thanked Arun whole heartedly for that.

Beena and Arun always talked jovially with each other and they often teased each other when they met in person or chat online. Just like Vel, she knew Arun also right from her childhood. She remembered the days when they all played together during their annual holidays and made the house louder and cheerful with their pranks.

Now Beena suddenly felt so shy and nervous to speak to him. All her mischievousness took the back seat and she became calm. With a blushing smile, she went into the kitchen and did not come to the dining hall till they finished eating. Beena who was talking loudly when Arun entered their home became so silent and struggled for words to reply her parents.

While he was still at home, Arun’s parents called Beena’s father and their conversation ended happily with further arrangements for an early marriage.

From then onwards Beena became a silent spectator to their conversation. She could now find the difference in the way Arun even looked at her. Her cheeks now glowed with the rush of extra blood and this made Arun to tease her more.

“Aunty, nowadays girls don’t know how to blush. See how your daughter is blushing. She is still a traditional girl, isn’t it?” Arun questioned with wonder.

Beena’s mother smiled at Arun and went inside the kitchen to get some more water.
Arun sat on the sofa in the living room. He was also surprised to see the sudden change in Beena.

“Hi, beans, it is fun to see you like this. Why you forgot how to talk?” Arun teased her.
Beena smiled at him. She could not withstand even the eye contact with Arun. She moved away with some lame excuses. She herself could not tell what happened to her. That is the traditional charm of wedding that brings in Indian girls. Even though they are highly qualified and earn more, still they remembered the traits of culture as it carried through genes from one generation to the next generation. That is the gift given by our ancestors for all the girls who are born as Indians.

Beena’s parents left both of them alone for a while. Arun with a twinkle in his eyes called her again. “Look at me my dear, get ready for the marriage.” Beena simply nodded her heard.

“Oh, I am shocked, you are not my beans. Why you have become so soggy and soaked? What happened?” Arun looked at her with a mischievous smile.

“Are you not happy in getting married to me?” Arun asked her.

“No.” Beena shook her head. Her hands folded on her lap, she could not control the nervousness and she could hear the raising palpitation of her heart.

“If you don’t like, tell me now itself. I can talk to your parents.” Arun questioned her.

“I am ready to get married to you.” Beena answered her in a low, whispering tone.

“There are so many things to learn in love life. I can help you to be a master in that. Are you ready?” Arun asked her in a serious tone.

Beena blushed when she understood what he hinted at. She nodded her head and told her acceptance.

“Uncle and aunty are here; otherwise I can kiss and tell you take care.” Arun whispered to her.

“Hmm. Take care.” Beena spoke to him after a long silence.

“Get ready to be my bride, dear.” Arun waved her good bye and left her home with a smile.

The next ten days went on with so much activity at home and Beena’s parents could not spare much time to be there at home. Arun also accompanied them wherever they went and Beena could not believe she is getting married to a marine scientist for sea is her favorite spot to admire and cherish forever.

Both their parents selected an auspicious day to register their marriage first. Only close relatives accompanied them to the office. After they registered their marriage, they all left the place.

When coming out of the office, Arun looked at the notice board in the entrance. He was so shocked to read the notification on the board that wanted to know if there is any objection from anyone for Vel getting married to Reema.

Initially he ignored that notification, but when he heard from Vel’s mother whatever that had been happening at their place, he could connect things together. When his aunt casually referred to him that the name of the girl as Reema, Arun recognized it to be the marriage between Vel and Reema.

Arun went to the counter and checked if the address given at the office is same as Vel’s home address. To his shock, it was the same address. Now he got confirmed, it is the same Vel who is getting married against the wish of his parents.

“How I wished Beena to come to our home?” Vel’s mother could not hide her feelings. Tears rolled down her cheeks.

Beena took her hands in hers and consoled her. “Aunty, don’t worry, he will get a better wife than me. Believe in god he will help you.” Beena could not talk more than that.

Vel’s father also looked emotional as he wished his sister’s daughter to be their daughter-in-law. He thought Arun was lucky to marry Beena. After seeing Beena getting married to Arun, Vel’s father became more shaken and unhappy with Vel. He did not want Vel to get married to

Reema at any cost. He could not tell a solid reason for his refusal, but he insisted that he should not marry Reema.

Even Arun could not convince him. He kept on telling Arun that Vel does not respect his feelings and he forgot to respect him as a father.

“Uncle, don’t keep on thinking like that. This will add more hatred toward Vel. He is your son. Why don’t you allow him to do what he wished?” He could not answer Arun’s question.
Arun called Vel and asked him to come to the beach. Vel was happy to meet him alone as he knew Arun will understand him better than anyone else.

When Arun entered the beach after parking his vehicle, he easily spotted Vel sitting alone near an anchored boat.

“Hi, Vel, I expected you to come for our registration.” Arun greeted Vel with a broad smile.

“Hi, dear, how are you? How is life?” Vel greeted him back.

“Thanks for letting Beena for me.” Arun joined him with a cheerful laugh.

“Hmm, sorry for not coming, still my parents are not happy with me. I don’t want to face Beena’s parents also now. They are also not happy with me.” Vel answered Arun.

“Leave things as it may. Don’t worry.” Arun cheered him up.

“Are you here to give a treat for your marriage?” Vel enquired him eagerly.

“Sure.” Arun sat down on the sand.

Vel congratulated him by shaking his hands. “Wish you a happy married life.” Vel wished Arun with a warm tug on his shoulder.

“Thanks. Let me ask you one thing. Do you prefer to go for a registered marriage?” Arun asked him straight.

“Yes, what is wrong in that? I want to secure my position.” Vel replied him.

“Why don’t you wait for a while? I can talk to your parents.” Arun assured him.

“No, I don’t want to take any chances. I want to marry only her.” Vel replied him in a stern voice.

“Good. It is not wrong. But I want you to do things as our parents wish.” Arun tried to convince him.

“I have thought about all things. My parents are not ready to give in. They are so adamant to accept Reema.” Vel replied him.

“If you are going to do this, Reema will be moving away from them. It will be a difficult task for her to get into their hearts. They will show their unhappiness on her. Why don’t you understand that?” Arun asked him.

“In that case you better inform them that I am getting married with Reema tomorrow in the registrar’s office. If they really love me, they can come and bless us.” Vel replied him harshly.

“Have you spoken about this to Reema’s parents?” Arun questioned him.

“Yes, I have discussed with them. But they are also not willing. So I decided to do as I wish.” Vel replied him.

“Vel, what you are doing is not correct. This is not going to solve your problem.” Arun looked at Vel with a concern.

“I know it will take some more time to get things settled. But I don’t have any other choice. I can’t leave her just like that.” Vel was so stubborn in getting things done as he wished. Arun knew this right from their childhood.

If he wanted to get things done as he wished, he will never think about the problems it can bring later. He will see to it that he got things done as he wanted.

“How do you want me to help you?” Arun asked Vel.

“Be there with me during the registration.” Vel requested Arun.

“Sure, I will be there with you. Take care, bye.” Arun left Vel after having a cup of coffee in the nearby restaurant.

When Arun reached Vel’s house, the house looked quiet and dark without any lights. The television in the drawing room was switched off, and there was only a night lamp in the living room. Usually, Vel’s parents never go to sleep