The Handsome One

In the pursuit of a research program I happened to visit a private clinic, as my research was supposed to be concerning women going through what I feel to be the most beautiful stage of life.. Pregnancy.I was meant to be meeting a senior gynecologist, so as usual I was asked to be in the waiting area.

The waiting room painted in white was a small cozy room with black seating chairs. In one corner of the room were a couple, a fierce looking man, donning a white kurta, long moustaches and his wife small and fragile,looking more than her age. There was something about him that had shown a red signal about his ways, you know when you look at some person.
In the centre row of the chairs were a couple too.. Male companion being tall, well dressed and the female also belonged to a posher section of the society. I had happened to take a seat behind the *right out of magazine* couple. And heard something I wasn't meant to hear.
"I do not want this",said the wife pleading.

"You have to be doing this, I cannot be doing this and giving up on everything else",the husband said clutching her hand tightly.

"But I want my baby to live",tears rolled down her eyes.

But he wouldn't stop nagging her, finally making her to move in to a room, as the receptionist announced there appointment.

I sat there in that waiting room still waiting, when the other couple came out of the clinical room, with the wife weeping and hailing, I had known all along that this fierce man is really not worth trusting.
Now it was my turn to meet doctor as I was being escorted by the receptionist to his room,in the way i passed the man,who held his wife by her arm and dragged her out of the clinic.
After discussing about all the research, I enquired about the couple I had dreaded the most.
"You see dear", the doctor said,"the couple who had left just now is from a very reputed in a village near by, and the husband is the last heir of there family,in order to continue his race, he has to have a male child to continue the dynasty".

Hearing this I knew what wrong had he done to his wife,but the further parts of conversation changed my perspective.

" This is his second marriage", the doctor said peering at me," hoping for a male child,he married the second time because of the family pressure",he sighed.

" But now again,the history is being repeated,to stop all the members of community to force him int remarriage ,he met with me to get his vasectomy done, so he becomes the one to be blamed, for what they say,is stopping the dynastic heritage".

Hearing this turned all the red signals to green, I mean for whatever it is worth, for he is willing to rebel against the community all he commended was respect from me.
That man donning a white kurta fierce looking, weeping wife, had just become the most -Handsome Man I would ever meet

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