HBWnovel Chapter 637 Ram.
Chapter 637 Ram.
Apart from those embarrassing things, Mr. Gupta did buy Anne another pure white sari.
“Annie,” Mr. Gupta said in his heavily accented English, his voice lower than usual, “this… is for you.”
Anne raised her head, her blue eyes like cornflowers dipped in spring water, with a hint of doubt.
She put the child down and gently moved to the coffee table. Her fingers touched the golden thread lotus embroidered on the surface of the brocade box. The touch was delicate and warm. "Dad, this is........."
"Open it and take a look." Mr. Gupta rubbed his hands, and there was a hint of nervousness in the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.
He went to several sari shops in Old Delhi this morning and rejected all the materials with bright colors and intricate bead embroidery recommended by the store owners, until he saw it in an old shop in a corner - a white sari as pure as meltwater from a snowy mountain, with only faint vine patterns embroidered with silver thread on the silk as thin as a cicada's wing, and a few strings of rice-sized silver bells hanging on the edges that would vibrate with the movement.
He thought at the time that only this kind of white could match the clean and gentle energy of Anne, like moonlight falling into the Ganges.
Indeed, even at this point, Mr Gupta was convinced deep down that his son was marrying above his station.
Mr. Gupta felt that he simply had a clear self-awareness and could understand the reason with a little thought.
Anne was a wealthy and prominent noble, and as for Gangi, although he was an extremely talented athlete, Anne could easily support dozens or even hundreds of people like him with just a little money.
In the nobles' concept of marriage, the first choice must be to marry other nobles.
Look at that useless guy Ganji, he is simply a good-for-nothing. Except for his slightly developed motor nerves, other aspects are a mess.
Mr. Gupta is no fool. He is well aware of how xenophobic the English are, not to mention that Anne is a noble.
Therefore, it was a great fortune for his son to marry a woman like Anne!
Ganji: Look, this is what my father said. (=_=)
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"Oh, Daddy, it's so beautiful..." She exclaimed, her blue eyes shining like a lake full of stars. "Is it for me?"
"Of course it's for you." Seeing her reaction, Mr. Gupta's tense shoulders relaxed and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up. "I think white...suits you very well. Like...like what you say over there, angel's wings?" He gestured uncertainly and smiled a little shyly.
Anne raised her head, her eyes slightly moist. She knew the importance of white in Indian culture, it was not only pure, but also a solemn acceptance.
She could imagine her father-in-law searching persistently for the piece of plain white silk in a shop filled with colorful saris.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she said in a voice as soft as a feather. “I have never seen such a beautiful sari. Look at the silver thread and the little bells…”
She gently lifted a corner of her sari, and the silver bell made a series of crisp sounds, which echoed miraculously with the occasional sound of wind chimes coming from outside the window.
In a trance, Anne seemed to travel through time and space and returned to the moment when she married Gangi.
At that time, they were not truly in love with each other, but due to some kind of interest, they decided to fake marriage to complete a transaction.
Their purpose was simple, which was to take back the inheritance that should have belonged to Anne through this marriage.
However, fate is always full of drama.
Although this marriage was just a transaction at first, the two gradually developed real feelings for each other as they got along.
They began to understand and care about each other, and slowly, this fake marriage became more and more real.
However, none of them could have anticipated at the time that this marriage, which was originally just a marriage of convenience, would become a lifelong commitment.
There were no blessings from relatives and friends, no solemn wedding ceremony, and even the church bells did not ring.
That day, their wedding was like a farce, simple and hasty.
But who would have thought?
It was such a seemingly absurd wedding that brought them eternal happiness.
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the other side,
The sun was shining on the street, and two naughty children, Alessio and Stral, were playing happily on the street.
In their hands, they held a ball brought from England. It was a very ordinary blue and yellow ball, but to the locals of this place, it was a novelty that they had never seen before.
Children were running around in the street, their laughter and shouts filling the entire street.
Some local children were attracted and they looked at the strange ball curiously, their eyes full of desire.
However, when they tried to get closer to Alessio and Strahl to play with them, they were held tightly back by their parents.
The reason for this is largely due to that guy Gupta.
He was so good at showing off that almost everyone in the town knew that his son had married a noble girl.
One of the two children has golden hair and black skin, while the other has black hair and white skin. These physical features stand out among the local Indians.
For the Indians here, they have a natural sense of awe and distance towards Europeans.
Europeans were strange and mysterious to them, and they would often choose to avoid these outsiders, let alone let their children play with them.
At this moment, a slightly older child, seemingly completely unaware of the tense atmosphere around him, actually had the courage to walk straight over.
This move shocked the surrounding Indians. They couldn't help but whisper to each other: "Where are the child's parents? Why didn't they hold him back?"
At the same time, Alessio and Strahl also noticed the Indian brother walking towards them.
Gangi and Annie had taught them before that they should never talk to strangers, so when they saw the stranger, they immediately stopped playing, held hands, and looked at him curiously.
"Are you Alessio and Stral?" the strange Indian brother suddenly asked.
Alessio and Strahl's hearts tightened, and they looked at each other, seeing alertness in each other's eyes. How could this stranger know their names?
Instead of answering his question, they turned around without hesitation and prepared to run towards their grandfather's house, as if this strange Indian brother was a terrible monster.
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"Oh, aren't you Ram?" Annie exclaimed in surprise, with a hint of joy in her voice.
Just as she stepped out of the house and was about to look for the two naughty children, her eyes were suddenly attracted by the little Indian boy in front of her.
When Annie took a closer look, she was overjoyed. Wasn't this Ram, the child of Ganji's good friend Amir?
However, for Alessio and Strahl, this strange older brother was a completely unfamiliar existence.
After all, they were just babies at that time, how could they remember Ram?
When Alessio and Stral saw their mother suddenly appear, their first reaction was fear.
Like two frightened little rabbits, they hurriedly hid behind their mother, and only dared to stick their heads out cautiously, looking at the big brother who suddenly broke into their world with curious eyes.
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Looking at the reactions of Alessio and Strahl, Ram had a feeling that it was as expected, and what his father said was right.
That year, the sun was shining and the sea breeze was blowing. Uncle Gangi and Aunt Annie took Alessio and Stellar, who were still infants, on a long-distance ship, which slowly sailed away. Standing at the port, Ram watched the ship go farther and farther, with a heart full of reluctance and expectation.
From that day on, Ram would run to the port every day, looking at the vast ocean, hoping that Uncle Gangi and Aunt Anne would return with Alessio and Stral.
He imagined their life on the boat and looked forward to the two little ones growing up quickly so that they could play together and explore the world together.
As the days passed, Ram's expectations did not diminish in the slightest. However, fate dealt him a heavy blow one day.
It was an ordinary day. Ram came to the port as usual and stared at the sea in a trance.
Suddenly, his father appeared behind him, patted him on the shoulder, and whispered, "Give up, don't wait, Ram, you have to remember, that is your last chance to talk to them as an equal."
Ram looked at his father in astonishment, not understanding what he meant. His father sighed and explained:
"Anne is a noble, and nobles have titles to inherit. Alessio and Strahl are the best heirs to the title. When they come back next time, their identities will change dramatically. They will no longer be your friends, but nobles, and you are just a commoner."
Ram stared at his father with eyes wide open, listening to his father's words in disbelief. He could not accept this reality, and his heart was filled with pain and helplessness.
He thought of the happy times he had spent with Alessio and Stral, those pure friendships, could they be destroyed by differences in status?
However, his father's words were like an unbridgeable gap that stood in front of Ram.
As time went by and autumn came, Ram grew older and understood what his father meant and realized that he was right.
However, when Ram saw them again on the street, he still held on to the hope that maybe the two children would still recognize him? Maybe they could still be friends as they had agreed to be.
But unfortunately, look at the two children hiding in fear behind Aunt Anne. It is no longer possible for them to have an equal conversation.
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Seeing Ram about to turn around and leave, Anne raised the corner of her mouth slightly, revealing a sly smile. She thought to herself that she could guess a little about Ram's thoughts.
So, she whispered to Alessio and Stral who were hiding behind her: "Do you remember the kite you loved to play with the most? It was made by brother Ram for you at that time~"
These words were like a bolt of lightning that pierced through the night sky, instantly striking Ram's heart. His body shook violently, and his foot, which had been about to step away, seemed to be nailed in place, and stopped abruptly.
Alessio and Strahl looked at each other, a hint of doubt in their eyes.
However, when they recalled the kite, the doubts in their hearts were instantly replaced by joy.
In their toy box, there was indeed a kite. It was neither the most beautiful nor the most gorgeous, but it was the one that they both loved to play with the most.
That kite carries many beautiful memories for them. Every time they fly it in the open grassland and watch it soaring in the blue sky and white clouds, they feel extremely happy and satisfied.
And now, they finally know the origin of this kite - it turns out that it was made for them by Brother Ram himself!
Alessio and Stral's minds could not help but recall the story about the kite that their parents had told them.
At that time, they always curiously asked their parents where the kite came from.
Because this kite is made of branches and old cloth strips, it doesn't look like the toys sold in my mother's toy house.
And every time, mom and dad would tell them with a smile that this was made specially for them by a brother from India, who was very much looking forward to their birth.
At that time, my parents asked what the big brother's name was...
Oh, by the way...
"Brother Ram."