The spring morning in the valley of Mussoorie was nothing short of magical. The sun rose slowly, painting the sky with strokes of gold and pink. A gentle breeze carried the fresh scent of blooming rhododendrons and wild daisies that adorned the slopes. The resort, nestled in the lap of nature, basked in the soft glow of sunlight that streamed through the towering deodar trees, casting dappled shadows across the sprawling garden.

A garden connecting thr resort with a private property was a paradise of colors. Beds of tulips and marigolds danced in the morning light, their vibrant hues competing with the clear azure sky above. A narrow cobblestone pathway wove through the lush greenery, leading to a gazebo draped in ivy, where the chirping of sparrows created a melody that blended harmoniously with the rustling leaves.

Beyond the garden, the view was breathtaking. The rolling hills of the valley stretched endlessly, blanketed in shades of emerald and dotted with the occasional bursts of flowering shrubs. A small brook gurgled nearby, its crystal-clear water catching the sunlight and reflecting a kaleidoscope of colors. The air was crisp, carrying the faint hum of nature waking up to a new day.

The resort’s wooden cabins, built in harmony with their surroundings, stood as quiet witnesses to the beauty of the valley. Each had a verandah that opened to panoramic views, perfect for moments of peace. A swing under a large oak tree swayed gently, waiting for someone to relive childhood joy.

The morning was alive yet serene, brimming with the promise of renewal, much like the story that continued to unfold within the resort walls—of love, resilience, and the journey that brought two souls to this very moment in paradise.

The garden came alive with the sound of giggles as little Maahi, a sprightly four-year-old with chubby cheeks and sparkling eyes, tottered after a group of elders. Her tiny feet padded on the grass, her arms stretched out in determination as she chased them, her laughter ringing out like the sweetest melody.

“Maahi bill catch you!” her baby voice called out, though her words were more of a jumbled babble. 

The grown-ups, indulgent in their playful pursuit, took exaggeratedly small steps, trying to match her pace, their laughter joining hers. They darted this way and that, pretending to avoid her, but always staying close enough for her to keep up. Her tiny shoes stomped on the grass, and her curls bounced with every determined step she took.

The sight was pure joy as Maahi’s squeals of delight echoed through the garden. She ran from one person to another, her little hands reaching out, trying to grab them. First, she lunged at Rohit, who spun away dramatically, making her giggle louder. Then she tried Kiara, who playfully darted behind a tree. She almost caught Aryaan but stumbled, catching herself with a small grunt and a determined pout. 

Finally, with a triumphant squeal, she grabbed onto Krish’s legs, clinging to them tightly. Her giggles turned into an excited shout, “Klishi outch!” 

Krish burst into laughter, scooping her up effortlessly. “Oh no! Maahi caught me!” he exclaimed, lifting her high into the air.

Maahi’s arms wrapped tightly around his neck as he twirled her around, her delighted shrieks filling the air. “I win! Klishi lose!” she declared, her baby voice brimming with confidence.

“You’re too fast for me, Maahi,” Krish said, feigning exhaustion as he lowered her into his arms. “How did you get so strong, huh? Eating all your vegetables?” 

Maahi scrunched up her nose and shook her head vehemently. “No veggies! Only choco cooies (cookies)!” 

Krish raised a playful eyebrow. “Ah, so that’s your secret. Should I start eating cookies too, then? Maybe I’ll run as fast as you.” 

Maahi giggled, patting his cheek. “No, Klishi. You too big. Cooies for Maahi only.” 

Krish chuckled, pretending to look hurt. “Not fair, little one. You’re keeping all the cookies for yourself?” 

Maahi grinned mischievously, leaning closer to whisper, “I share. But only one!” 

“Deal,” Krish said, kissing her forehead softly. “One cookie from you is worth all the treasures in the world.” 

Maahi giggled again, her arms tightening around him in a warm hug, her laughter melting every heart present. The scene was one of pure, unfiltered love—a little girl surrounded by those who adored her and a moment that spoke of the simple, boundless joy of childhood.

As Krish held Maahi in his arms, twirling her once more to elicit another peal of laughter, Rohit and Aryan strolled over with Kiara in tow, all three wearing playful grins. 

“Oh, so Maahi caught you this time, Krish?” Rohit teased, crossing his arms as he leaned casually against a nearby tree. “I thought you were the fastest among us.” 

“I let her win, Rohit Bhaiya” Krish replied, smirking. “What kind of chachu would I be if I didn’t let my niece feel victorious?” 

Maahi perked up, her tiny finger pointing at Rohit. “Chachu scared. He no run, no catch!” she declared, her baby voice filled with mock accusation. 

Aryan laughed loudly, bending down to her eye level. “Oho, Maahi, are you saying Chachu is too slow for you?” 

Maahi nodded emphatically, her curls bouncing. “Chachu slowy is!” 

Rohit gasped, clutching his chest dramatically. “Slowy? Me? That’s a serious accusation, Maahi!” 

Kiara chimed in, crouching down next to Aryan. “Don’t worry, Maahi. I’ll help you catch him next time. Chachu can’t escape from both of us.” 

Maahi grinned, reaching out for Kiara. “Bua Becht. Bua Maahi win!” 

“Not fair!” Rohit protested, throwing his hands up. “Now it’s a team effort against me? Where’s the justice?” 

Aryan chuckled, patting Rohit’s shoulder. “Face it, Bhaiya. You’ve been outsmarted by a four-year-old.” 

Maahi turned her attention to Aryan, narrowing her eyes playfully. “Arni! I catch you too!” 

“Me?” Aryan said, pretending to look alarmed. “Uh-oh, I better run right now before you get me!” He stood up and jogged a few paces away, prompting Maahi to wiggle in Krish’s arms. 

“Put down, Klishi! I catch Arni!” she demanded, her little arms reaching out toward Aryan. 

Kiara laughed, tapping Krish on the shoulder. “You heard the boss. Let her go Krish bhai! Maahi’s got some serious business to attend to.” 

Krish lowered Maahi gently, and as soon as her tiny feet touched the ground, she bolted toward Aryan with determination. Aryan exaggerated his retreat, taking slow, giant steps while Maahi chased after him, her laughter ringing out like a melody. 

As Aryan finally let himself get “outch,” Maahi latched onto his leg, shouting, “Arni is outch!” 

“Caught red-handed,” Aryan said, lifting her up high in the air. “Alright, Maahi, you win this round. But next time, I won’t go easy on you!” 

Maahi’s face lit up with joy, and she declared, “I always win! Maahi strong!” 

Kiara clapped her hands, grinning. “That’s right, Maahi! You’re the strongest of us all.” 

“And the cutest,” Rohit added, tickling her side, making her squeal and squirm in Aryan’s arms. 

As the adults shared a hearty laugh, Maahi looked around at each of them, her tiny hands clapping together in delight. The air was filled with lighthearted banter and love, a perfect blend of playful chaos and familial warmth, all centered around the little girl who had captured everyone’s hearts.

In one cozy corner of the garden, a flat mattress with colorful cushions was laid out under the shade of a blossoming tree. Charu sat cross-legged on the mattress, a pregnancy book in her hands, her eyes following the playful antics of the group nearby. A soft smile graced her face as she watched Maahi dart from one uncle to another, her laughter lighting up the serene morning. 

Charu chuckled quietly to herself, one hand absentmindedly resting on her slightly showing belly, a sign of the new life growing within her. She turned a page in the book, but her attention remained fixed on the scene before her, her heart swelling with warmth. 

Suddenly, Maahi stopped mid-chase, her sharp little eyes spotting Charu. “Choti Maa!” she squealed, abandoning her pursuit of Aryan and the others as she toddled her way toward Charu, her curls bouncing with every step. 

Charu set the book aside, her smile widening. “Maahi aaram se bacha” she said as Maahi plopped down on the mattress beside her, her cheeks flushed pink from all the running. 

“Choti Maa,” Maahi said in her baby voice, leaning against Charu’s side. “Maahi tired! Too much running!” 

Charu laughed softly, brushing the curls away from Maahi’s face. “Oh, my poor Maahi. Running behind your uncles is hard work, isn’t it?” 

Maahi nodded vigorously, her little hand tugging at Charu’s dupatta. “Maahi wants water, Choti Maa. Maahi thirsty!” 

“Of course, bacha,” Charu said gently, reaching for the water bottle placed on the side table next to the mattress. She unscrewed the cap and held it out to Maahi. “Here, drink slowly.” 

Maahi grabbed the bottle with both hands, taking a few eager gulps before pulling it away and sighing dramatically. “Ahh! Maahi strong now!” she declared, making Charu laugh. 

Charu leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Maahi’s forehead. “You’re the strongest little girl I know. But next time, don’t forget to take breaks, alright? Choti Maa doesn’t want you getting too tired.” 

Maahi nodded solemnly, placing the water bottle back in Charu’s hand. “Okay, Choti Maa. But Maahi like running. Chachu's and Buwas funny!” 

Charu grinned, cupping Maahi’s tiny face. “Yes, they are. And they all love you so much, my little champion.” 

Maahi giggled, her small hands patting Charu’s belly. “And baby too, Choti Maa. Maahi love baby!” 

Charu’s eyes softened, and she placed her hand over Maahi’s. “The baby will love you too, Maahi. You’ll be the best big sister.” 

Maahi’s face lit up with excitement. “Really? Maahi teach baby to run and play too!” 

Charu couldn’t contain her laughter, her heart full of joy as she pulled Maahi into a gentle hug. “I’m sure you will, my little helper.” 

The sight of Charu and Maahi sharing such a tender moment didn’t go unnoticed by the others, who looked on with fond smiles. The garden seemed to hum with the love and laughter of a family cherishing life’s simplest and sweetest moments. 

Maahi, full of energy after her short break, sprang up to her feet, ready to rejoin her uncles and buwas in the game. She started running back toward them but stopped abruptly, her eyes lighting up with pure joy as they caught sight of her favorite person in the world. 

He favorite Hoomaan.

Walking into the garden from the patio, Armaan carried a tray laden with snacks and drinks. Beside him, Kipling Uncle followed with another tray, carefully balancing it with both hands. The sunlight danced on Armaan’s face, highlighting his warm smile as he approached the group. 

Rohit, noticing the heavy tray in Armaan’s hands, quickly moved to help. “Let me take that, cuz ur little one is waiting to pounce on you.” he offered, as he noticed Maahi standing frozen, her wide eyes locked on Armaan. 

As soon as Armaan placed the tray on the nearby table and straightened up, Maahi let out a delighted squeal, “Baba!” She darted toward him, her tiny legs moving as fast as they could. 

Armaan crouched down, opening his arms just in time to catch the little whirlwind. She threw herself into his embrace, her arms wrapping tightly around his neck. 

“Baba!” Maahi exclaimed again, her voice full of excitement as she planted a kiss on his cheek. 

Armaan chuckled, holding her close. “Maahi, meri jaan, what’s all this excitement about?” he asked, brushing her curls away from her face. 

“Maahi play with klishi, Chachu, Arni and bua!” she said, her words tumbling out in a rush. “Maahi run, Maahi catch Klishi!” 

“Really? You caught Krish? That’s impressive!” Armaan said, his tone full of mock astonishment. 

Maahi nodded vigorously, her eyes shining. “Yes! Maahi too fast! Maahi big girl now, Baba!” 

Armaan laughed, lifting her up as he stood. “Of course, you are. My big, strong girl!” He pressed a kiss to her forehead, his heart swelling with pride and love. 

The rest of the family gathered around the mattress, settling down with the snacks and drinks Armaan and Kipling Uncle had brought. Plates and cups were passed around as laughter and chatter filled the air. 

Maahi, however, was perfectly content staying in Armaan’s lap. She leaned back against his chest, her tiny hands gesturing animatedly as she recounted her adventures. 

“Baba, Maahi run fast-fast like this!” she demonstrated, moving her hands to mimic running. “And Klishi say, ‘Maahi no catch me,’ but Maahi did! And Aryan try to hide, but Maahi see him!” 

Armaan listened intently, his eyes never leaving her face as she babbled on. “Wow, Maahi. You’re the smartest and fastest, aren’t you?” 

Maahi giggled, her cheeks dimpling. “Yes, Maahi best!” 

The family watched the two with affectionate smiles, their hearts warmed by the bond between Armaan and Maahi. As the sun was bright and warm sky, casting a golden glow over the garden, the group sat together, savoring the snacks and the joy of being surrounded by love and laughter. 

Maahi, nestled in Armaan’s lap, was the happiest of them all, her tiny world complete in the arms of her favorite person. 

As the conversations flowed around the garden, Maahi sat snugly in Armaan’s lap, clutching her little sipper. Her big, curious eyes darted from one elder to another, trying to follow the lively discussions, though she barely understood most of what was being said. 

“Maahi, want another bite?” Armaan asked gently, holding up a small piece of the sandwich. 

Maahi turned her head up to him and opened her mouth like a little bird. Armaan chuckled, feeding her the bite as she chewed slowly, still trying to listen to the ongoing chatter. 

“Good girl,” Armaan said with a smile, wiping a tiny crumb off her cheek. 

“Baba, Maahi finish this, then no more,” she said, pointing to the last bite on her plate, her tone serious as if making an important declaration. 

Armaan held back a laugh. “Alright, deal. But after this, you’ll have to rest a little ohk?” 

“Maahi not sleepy!” she insisted, though her drooping eyes betrayed her words. 

Still, she obediently ate the last bite Armaan fed her, then took a sip from her sipper. Moments later, her tiny hands dropped the sipper into her lap, and she let out a small yawn. Armaan kissed her cheek softly, his heart melting at her sleepy innocence. 

“Maahi,” he whispered. She mumbled something incoherent, leaning her head against his chest. Her eyelids fluttered closed, and within minutes, she was fast asleep, her warm, tiny body relaxed and cocooned completely in his lap. 

Armaan’s hand instinctively came up to cradle her head, his fingers gently brushing through her soft curls. He glanced around at the family, who were still chatting and laughing, and then back down at Maahi, her peaceful face a stark contrast to her earlier lively energy. 

He bent his head, pressing a tender kiss to her hair. “Sleep well, my little firecracker,” he murmured, his voice filled with love. 

As the sunlight began to fade, casting a golden glow over the garden, Armaan stayed where he was, content to hold his daughter close, the sound of her soft breaths a melody that calmed his soul.

As the temperature began to drop, the family gathered their things and moved inside the cozy warmth of the house. Armaan cradled the still-sleeping Maahi in his arms, her tiny hand clutching his shirt as she remained nestled against him. He climbed the stairs quietly, careful not to disturb her, and laid her gently on the soft bed in the nursery. Pulling up her blanket, he brushed a stray curl away from her forehead and placed a kiss there. 

“She’s all yours now, Dhyaan Rakhna” Armaan whispered with a smile as he returned downstairs, holding his car keys. 

Krish, Charu, and Rohit looked up at him, nodding. “Yes, Boss bhout ache se dhyaan rakhenge aapki princess ka.” Krish said, waving his hand. 

“Good, because I’ll drop Kiara and Aryan at the railway station and then swing by the court to pick up Dev and Abhira. You lot keep an eye on the little tornado upstairs,” Armaan added with a playful smirk. 

“Don’t worry Bhaiya, Aab toh aise react kar rahe ho jaise pehli baar Dhyaan rakh rahe hai hum Maahi Ka.” Charu assured, glancing toward the nursery. 

With a nod, Armaan headed out, loading Kiara and Aryan’s luggage into the car. The drive to the station was filled with light banter between the trio, Kiara teasing Aryan about his overly detailed travel plans while Armaan occasionally chimed in with sarcastic remarks. They had come to spend over the weekend with them, now a practice over the past few years.

After bidding them farewell at the station, Armaan drove to the court, parking the car and leaning against it as he waited at the gate. His gaze soon caught sight of Abhira walking out with Dev, her face beaming with unrestrained joy. She practically bounced with excitement, and Armaan couldn’t help but chuckle, amused at how much she resembled Maahi during her play sessions. 

The moment she spotted him, Abhira broke into a run, her laughter ringing in the air. “Armaan!” she called, hopping straight into his waiting arms. 

“You’re going to knock us both over one day,” Armaan teased, holding her securely as she grinned up at him. 

“Well, then maybe you should start bracing yourself better,” she quipped, sticking her tongue out playfully. 

“You two seriously need a third person here to balance out all this mushiness,” Dev interrupted, shaking his head as he approached. 

Armaan smirked, lowering Abhira to her feet. “Oh, look, Dev’s feeling left out again. Maybe we should include him in our hugs, biwi?” 

Abhira burst out laughing. “You’re right. Come here, Dev Bhai! Group hug!” she teased, opening her arms dramatically. 

“Okay, stop. I regret saying anything,” Dev grumbled, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Every time, you two make me the third wheel!” 

They all laughed, sharing a lighthearted moment before piling into the car for the drive back home. 

As they arrived, they were greeted by the sight of a now wide-awake and re-energized Maahi, bouncing with enthusiasm. “Maa! You’re home!” she squealed, rushing toward them as Abhira knelt down to catch her. 

“My little whirlwind!” Abhira exclaimed, hugging Maahi tightly as the child clung to her. 

“Maa, I play with Klishi Chachu Arni and Bua! Baba give me food, and I sleep. Now I play more!” Maahi babbled, her words tumbling out in excitement. 

“Wow, you’ve been a busy little bee!” Abhira said, brushing her nose against Maahi’s. “Did you tell Baba thank you for feeding you?” 

Maahi turned to Armaan, nodding solemnly. “Thank you, Baba!” she chirped, blowing him a kiss. 

“You’re welcome, my princess,” Armaan replied, catching the imaginary kiss and placing it over his heart. 

Meanwhile, Dev caught sight of Charu sitting on the sofa with Maahi’s sipper. He walked over, plopping down beside her with a mischievous grin. “You know, you’re glowing these days. Must be all those pregnancy books you’ve been reading.” 

Charu rolled her eyes but smiled. “Or maybe it’s just the company I keep,” she teased back, earning a laugh from Dev. 

“You know, I’m expecting a lot of thank-you notes once this baby arrives. After all, I’ll be the coolest daddy around,” he declared confidently. 

Charu raised an eyebrow. “Coolest Daddy? Have you met met Armaan Bhai? You’ve got competition, buddy.” 

“Competition?” Dev feigned offense. “Please, I’m in a league of my own.” 

Charu shook her head, laughing as she patted his arm. 

Later, Abhira sat with Maahi, the little one perched on her lap. “Maa, I run so much! Klishi uncle no catch me, but I catch him!” Maahi said proudly. 

“Really? You caught Krish uncle? You must be really fast!” Abhira replied, pretending to be amazed. 

“Yes! And Aryan uncle too! I say, outch and they laugh,” Maahi continued, giggling. 

“You’re the best player ever, Maahi,” Abhira said, kissing her cheek.

“This is not fair Maahi, You forget Baba as soon as u see Maa” Armaan Complaint like a baby sitting next to Abhira reaching out to hold her. Maahi looked at Armaan and then snuggled into Abhira’s embrace.

"Maahi Maa time" Maahi said sweetly, wrapping her arms around Abhira’s neck making Armaan pout and oyher giggle. 

As the evening settled in, the house was filled with warmth, love, and the sound of laughter, a reminder of the bonds that kept them all together.

In the quiet stillness of their room, the night’s chill was kept at bay by the cozy warmth within. Maahi lay sprawled across Abhira’s chest, wrapped snugly in her grandma's soft brown fur shawl, her tiny hands clutching its edges as she snuggled deeper into Abhira's embrace. Abhira’s fingers gently ran through Maahi’s curls, her voice humming the tune of O Kanha, trying to coax her little one to sleep. 

But Maahi, ever the spirited one, wasn’t ready to surrender to slumber just yet. She wriggled slightly, lifting her head to meet Abhira’s eyes with a mischievous glint. “Maa, no sleep! Story!” she demanded, her voice soft yet insistent. 

Abhira chuckled, shaking her head. “A story? But my little whirlwind, it’s bedtime.” 

“No! Story first!” Maahi pouted, her bottom lip trembling in exaggerated defiance. 

“Someone’s inherited your stubborn streak,” Armaan teased as he walked over to the bed, settling beside them. 

Abhira raised an eyebrow at him. “And who exactly did she get her mischief from?” 

Armaan smirked, leaning down to kiss Maahi’s forehead. “Alright, little madam, what kind of story do you want tonight?” 

Maahi clapped her hands. “Baba tell story!” 

Armaan mused, sitting back as he pulled Maahi gently onto his chest and leaned in to rest his head in Abhira’s lap. “How about the story of a little miracle baby?” 

Abhira’s eyes softened, catching the hint of emotion in Armaan’s voice. Maahi, curious, nodded eagerly. “Yes, yes! Story!” 

Armaan smiled, holding Maahi close. “Once upon a time, there was a brave queen who lived in a big castle,” he began, glancing at Abhira, whose cheeks flushed slightly. “One day, the queen found out that she had a tiny seed of magic growing inside her. But this magic was very special—it needed a lot of love and care to grow into something wonderful.” 

Maahi’s eyes widened. “Magic? Like sparkles?” 

“Yes, like sparkles,” Armaan agreed, his voice tender. “But the queen faced a big challenge. There was a dark shadow—like a scary cloud—trying to take her magic away. The king of the castle was very worried about his queen and the magic seed. He brought the best wizards to help.” 

“Next?” Maahi whispered, clutching his shirt. 

Armaan continued, weaving the story with a smile. “The wizards used all their powers to chase the shadow away, and the queen was so strong and brave, she didn’t let the shadow win. The magic seed grew and grew, and one beautiful day, it turned into the most precious little miracle—a baby princess.” 

“Like Maahi?” Maahi asked, her face lighting up. 

“Exactly like you,” Armaan said, pressing a kiss to her temple. “The princess brought so much joy and laughter to the castle that the king and queen couldn’t imagine life without her.” 

“Wow!” Maahi gasped, then tilted her head. “But what happened to the shadow?” 

“The shadow disappeared forever,” Abhira said firmly, glancing at Armaan, who was quietly wiping away a tear. “Because the love in the castle was stronger than anything else.” 

Maahi clapped her hands, her little face aglow with excitement. “I love the princess!” 

Abhira leaned in, kissing Maahi’s cheek. “And the Queen loves the princesses Baba for telling her such a wonderful story.” 

Armaan chuckled, pulling Abhira next to him. “Alright, my little princess, now it’s time for all good princesses to sleep.” 

Though Maahi yawned, her mischievous glint persisted. “Only if Baba tells me another story tomorrow!” 

“Deal,” Armaan agreed, tucking both of the securely against him. “But tonight, it’s time to dream about all the adventures you’ll have tomorrow.” 

As Maahi finally drifted off, snuggled on one side of his chest, Armaan leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on Abhira’s forehead.

As the soft breathing of Maahi filled the room, her tiny body nestled comfortably in Armaan’s arms, the room seemed to fall into a tranquil silence. Armaan, still holding her close, gazed down at their daughter with a soft smile playing on his lips. He watched as Maahi’s eyelashes fluttered in her peaceful sleep, her little hand clutching the edge of the blanket.

Abhira, her own eyes tracing the outline of their daughter’s face, broke the stillness. Her voice was a whisper, barely above the quiet rhythm of the night. “Armaan,” she said, her fingers gently tracing the curve of Maahi’s cheek, “you always love telling her that story, don’t you?”

Armaan blinked, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he looked at Abhira. He tilted his head, his gaze softening. “I do love telling her that story. It’s... it’s our story. Every word feels real, feels like we’ve lived it, because in so many ways, we have.”

Abhira’s heart swelled with emotion as she studied his face. “It’s the most beautiful story,” she murmured, “but it’s more than just a story, isn’t it? It’s our life, everything we’ve been through.”

Armaan nodded, his hand gently caressing Maahi’s hair as he spoke, his voice taking on a more tender tone. “I’ll never forget the fear I felt when the doctors told us about the risks of this pregnancy, or the chance that you wouldn’t be able to carry Maahi to term given your history of craniopharyngioma. It all seemed like too much to bear.”

Abhira’s breath caught in her throat as she remembered those dark days—the uncertainty, the waiting, the countless sleepless nights. Her hand instinctively reached for Armaan’s, their fingers intertwining in a silent reassurance.

“And then,” Armaan continued, his voice breaking slightly, “when they finally placed her in your arms… I felt like the world had shifted. Like everything that had happened, all the pain and fear, it was worth it. Because in that moment, we held our miracle.”

Abhira’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears as she gazed at him. “I remember looking at her for the first time, Armaan. I thought, this is the miracle we fought for.” Her voice was thick with emotion as she added, “You were right by my side, every single step of the way.”

“I couldn’t have done it without you,” Armaan whispered, his voice trembling slightly with the weight of his emotions. “You were so strong, Abhira. You always were. And Maahi—our little miracle—she’s proof of everything we’ve survived together.”

Abhira turned her body to face him more fully, her hand reaching to touch his cheek, brushing away a lone tear that had escaped his eye. “We’ve been through so much, haven’t we?” she asked softly. “And yet, here we are. With her. Our little girl.”

Armaan nodded, his heart full of love as he gazed down at Maahi. “She’s everything. She’s the light after the storm, the hope after the darkest days.” His voice was raw, his chest tightening with emotion. “And every time I look at her, I remember how much we’ve been through to get here.”

Abhira smiled softly, her thumb brushing over the back of his hand. “I’m so grateful for you, Armaan. For all the strength you gave me when I didn’t think I could keep going. You were the reason I kept fighting. And now... we have our family. We have Maahi.”

Armaan kissed her forehead tenderly. “You’re the reason we have her. Without you, none of this would have been possible.”

They sat there in the quiet of the room, the world outside continuing to spin, but inside, it felt as though time had slowed. With Maahi in their arms, it felt like they had everything they’d ever wanted—and everything they had fought for.

As the moments stretched on, a peaceful stillness settled over them. Slowly, sleep began to claim them, their shared quiet breaths the only sound in the room. Armaan’s head gently fell against Abhira’s, and she closed her eyes, knowing that with him by her side, they could face anything. They had already overcome so much.

And together, they had built something more precious than they could have ever imagined.

The warmth of their love surrounded them, and with that comfort, sleep finally embraced them both, their hearts intertwined in the soft lullaby of their quiet world.

......BONUS UPDATE......

Just Because the show is giving us some major examples of wrose writing thought to just write this one.

I am not touching ATSH abhi cuz I am yet to figure out hiw the plot will be moulding now.

Next update will be on 4th December and regular after that.

~TheLostSoul