The husband had just passed away and the wife was pregnant. The mother-in-law suspected her daughter-in-law of having an affair outside and chased her away — and when she learned the truth, she bitterly regretted it for the rest of her life.

In a small village along the Ganges River in Uttar Pradesh, there is a story that no one in the area can recall without shedding tears.

Rohit, Savitri Devi’s only son, died in a traffic accident at the age of 30.

The grass on his grave had not yet turned green when the whole village sympathized with his young wife — Meera, a gentle, obedient girl who had been married for only two years.

Since Rohit’s death, Meera has remained single, burning incense for her husband every day, and sitting in front of the altar at night, whispering as if talking to the deceased.

People say that perhaps because she loved her husband so much, she became emaciated, only her eyes still shining with unending sadness.

However, five months later, Meera’s belly began to protrude.

The news spread like wildfire.

The whole village was whispering:

“Only a few months after her husband died, she is pregnant…”

“That daughter-in-law must have had someone else…”

The words were as poisonous as a knife, and it took only a few days for Savitri to hear them.

After hearing them, she went crazy.

She rushed over, grabbed her daughter-in-law’s hair, slapped her, and shouted:

“You shameless woman! My child just died, who have you been having an affair with? This house cannot accommodate a filthy person like you. Go away!”

Meera fell to her knees, tears streaming down her face:

“Mom… I did nothing wrong. This child is Rohit’s child…”

“Shut up! My child is dead, how can you be pregnant with his child? Do you think I am stupid? Get out of this house now!”

Savitri’s anger caused her to throw her daughter-in-law’s suitcase of clothes into the yard.

Outside, the summer rain poured down, washing away the mourning cloth that was still hanging on the porch.

Meera hugged her stomach, trembling as she stood in front of the yard, looking at her husband’s altar and sobbing:

“Honey… what should I do to make my mother believe me?”

That night, she quietly left the house, taking with her a few old clothes and the wedding photo.

She rented a cheap room on the outskirts of Varanasi, worked as a tailor during the day, and at night talked to the baby in her belly, calling it “Ansh – the little thing left of your father.”

Three months later, Mrs. Savitri received an envelope from Delhi Military Medical Hospital, addressed to Rohit Kumar.

Inside was a letter from the doctor and a certificate..“Patient Rohit Kumar, before undergoing surgery for cancer treatment, deposited a sperm sample in a cell bank, in case he could not be a father in the future. The person legally authorized to use this sperm sample is his wife – Mrs. Meera Kumar.”

Mrs. Savitri was stunned.
The letter fell from her hand, she collapsed to the floor, her shoulders trembling.

“Oh my god… my son was so far-sighted, and I was so blind…”

The next morning, she went to the boarding house where Meera lived.

The room was small and damp, with only an old wooden bed and a few clothes hanging on a line.

On the table was Rohit’s shirt – Meera had washed it clean and hung it neatly as if waiting for him to return.

Seeing her mother-in-law enter, Meera was confused and put the shirt down:

“Mom… I’m sorry. I don’t want to make you sad anymore.”

Not letting her say anything more, Savitri stepped forward and hugged her daughter-in-law, crying and trembling:

“I’m the one who should apologize to you. I was wrong, Meera. Forgive me… so I can take my grandchild home, and hear him call me ‘grandma’.”

The two women – one old, one young – hugged each other and sobbed.

Outside, the rain gradually stopped, the Indian sky was tinged with a fiery orange sunset.

A few months later, Meera gave birth to a healthy baby boy.
Savitri named him Rohitansh, meaning “the light that remains of Rohit.”
Every time she saw the baby smile, she would become silent, holding her daughter-in-law’s hand:

“I will never doubt you again. From now on, you are my daughter.”

The house by the Ganges River was filled with children’s laughter.
And in Rohit’s portrait, his face seemed to be smiling too — because in the end, his love for his wife still lives on through a small creature, born from the love he left behind for the world.