As the discussion about ending the feud reached its natural pause, Veerendra Singh leaned forward, his gaze steady. “Pratap… there is one more matter I wish to discuss,” he said.

Pratap raised an eyebrow. “Go on. But remember, only my grandson Anand is eligible for any major alliances in our family. The others… they are too young, not ready.”

Veerendra nodded thoughtfully. “I am not speaking of the young ones. I speak of Poornima… your daughter-in-law, the widow of your son Pavan. She is 45 years old. And my son, Veeresh Singh… he is 51, also a widower.”

Pratap’s eyes widened. “How… how is that possible? Are you suggesting…”

Veerendra’s voice was calm, resolute. “Yes. I want to introduce widow remarriage in our society. For too long, widows and widowers have been treated with disrespect, forced to live in isolation or shame. Poornima and Veeresh are both dignified, strong individuals—the best examples of people who deserve happiness again. I wish to set a precedent, to change minds and hearts.”

Pratap paused, considering the audacity of the plan. Then slowly, he nodded. “It is a good idea… noble, even. But… will your son and my daughter-in-law agree? These are not small decisions; emotions run deep, and society can be cruel.”

Veerendra smiled. “You speak to Poornima; I will speak to Veeresh. If both agree, we will make this a symbol of change. It will show that love and respect can conquer tradition’s cruelty.”

Pratap exhaled, a mix of hesitation and hope. “Very well. Let us try. For the sake of our people, and for a better future.”

With that, the two patriarchs rose, sealing their agreement with a firm handshake. They left the secret meeting with a sense of purpose—Veerendra heading home to speak to Veeresh, and Pratap to meet Poornima. The winds of change were beginning to stir in their society, quietly, but irrevocably.