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Pallavi’s POV – 2 Years Later

Life, in all its complexities, had gifted us moments that were both cherished and challenging. But through every twist and turn, Arjun and I had remained each other's anchors. Our love, unwavering and resilient, saw us through storms that would have sunk others.

Not just us—everyone in our circle had their share of trials.

Abhram Bhaiyya and Janvi Bhabhi faced the most heartbreaking moment when Bhabhi had a miscarriage two years ago. It nearly shattered them. But love has a way of stitching the pieces back together, and a year later, they were blessed with a daughter, Aashnaa. She’s a whirlwind of cuteness and mischief—a perfect blend of Bhabhi’s grace and Bhaiyya’s naughtiness.

Aman and Shalini’s love story finally found its rightful path. Goutham Uncle orchestrated their marriage, which began with hesitation but blossomed into a partnership filled with mutual respect and happiness. Their journey, marked by bittersweet memories, made their bond stronger.

As for Aniruddh and Meher, what can I say? Even after two years, their arguments resemble those of newlyweds trying to figure each other out. Their banter is a daily source of entertainment, and their love is an inspiration. With Aniruddh now posted in Kolkata, he visits Mumbai occasionally, and each visit reminds us of their unique chemistry. They were blessed with a son, Rayan, who is just as adorable as his parents.

Our family kept expanding. Neil Bhai married Basanti, and they renamed him Shiv—an endearing change that fits him well. Vipul Bhai married Naina, and they’re expecting their another  child. Ansh is already praying for a baby sister. Let’s see what Mahadev has in store for them.

Adit and Anant? Still single and teasingly unattached, much to everyone’s amusement. Prateeksh went to London to complete his studies .

As for us, Arjun and I hadn’t started planning a family yet. He insisted I focus on my dreams first. My dance school had grown immensely, and in just two years, I’d performed globally. Seeing my family’s pride made every effort worthwhile.

Life was perfect... until this morning.

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Present Day

It was 6 a.m., and the early sun cast a soft glow over our bedroom. Wrapped in the warmth of Arjun’s arms after an intimate night, I drifted between sleep and dreams. Then, like a bolt, a realization hit me, jolting me awake.

Carefully slipping out of Arjun’s embrace, I tucked him under the duvet, dressed hurriedly, and grabbed a small packet from my handbag. The bathroom light flickered as I stood there, my heart pounding.

Minutes later, I stared at the pregnancy test in disbelief. Two lines. Two beautiful, life-changing lines. My hands trembled as I cupped my mouth, tears of joy escaping my eyes. A wave of shyness washed over me, and I smiled at the tiny miracle.

Quietly stepping out, I returned to the bed and sat beside Arjun, who was blissfully unaware of the bombshell I was about to drop.

“Arjun, wake up,” I said, gently shaking his shoulder.

He groaned, turning to the other side and burying his face in the pillow. “Thodi der aur, jaan. Aaj Sunday hai. Tum bhi so jao. Don’t disturb me,” he mumbled sleepily.

“Arjun!” I exclaimed, my voice firmer. Climbing onto the bed, I sat on his stomach, yanked the pillow away, and tossed it aside. “Get up! I have to show you something important!”

He barely opened his eyes, swatting lazily at my hand. “Pallavi, let me sleep,” he murmured.

I wasn’t going to let him off that easily. Grabbing a glass of water from the nightstand, I unceremoniously poured it on his face.

“Pallavi!” he yelped, shooting upright, startled. He blinked rapidly, water dripping from his hair. Before he could say another word, I thrust the pregnancy test in front of his face.

For a moment, he stared at it, his eyes widening as realization dawned. His gaze snapped to mine, filled with disbelief and overwhelming joy. He opened his mouth to scream, but I clamped both my hands over his lips.

“Shh!” I hissed, grinning. “Do you want to wake the whole house?”

Arjun pulled my hands away, his voice trembling with excitement. “Pallavi… are you serious?”

I nodded, tears pooling in my eyes. “Yes, Arjun. We’re going to be parents.”

His arms wrapped around me tightly, his face buried in my neck as he whispered, “This is the happiest day of my life.”

And in that moment, I realized that our love, strong and unyielding, had given us the greatest gift of all—a new beginning.

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Arjun’s pov

As Pallavi gently placed my hand on her belly and shared the news, my world seemed to pause. My Pallu darling just told me I’m going to be a father. Father! The word alone fills my heart with so much joy that I didn’t even know it was possible to feel this way. This moment, this news ,, it’s one of the happiest moments of my life.

“Mera baby… humara pyaar ka nishaan,” I whispered to myself, unable to stop the wave of emotions from flooding in. In this big, chaotic world, we’re creating our own little world.

I can already imagine the day our baby will arrive. The nurse handling me a tiny bundle wrapped in a white towel, my hands trembling as I hold my child for the first time. I know I’ll cry. My imagination has no limits right now ,I’m picturing their first steps, their first word, even their tiny hand holding mine. A warmth spreads through my chest, and I decide then and there: I will be the best father. No anger, no harsh words. Kahiin mera bacha mujhse dar gaya toh?

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This morning, after we finished our bath together ,  yes, I’m already stepping up to take care of her every moment ,, she did something unexpected. My naughty wife kissed me under the shower. For a second, I froze, then laughed. “Yeh kya kar rahi ho? Baby kya sochega humare baare mein?” But even as I teased her, I realized she has always been a part of our love story. This baby is an extension of that love.

Now, I’m drying her hair, watching her face glow in the mirror. Her playfulness doesn’t seem to end. She tickles me when I least expect it, and I laugh. No matter what, she will always be my first baby—my little baby wife.

“Chup chaap baitho, biwi,” I warn her playfully, though we both know who’s the real boss here.

“Achha, toh yeh khushkhabri aap sabko batayenge, samjhe?” she says, her reflection meeting my eyes in the mirror.

“Why should I do it alone? Yeh khushi hum dono ki hai. Hum milke bolenge,” I respond, combing her hair with care.

She shakes her head stubbornly. “Nahin, mujhe sharam aayegi. Aap besharam ho, toh aap sabko batao ki hum mummy-papa banne wale hain.”

I smirk. This is too good to let go. Teasing her is, after all, my lifelong hobby. Even when we’re old and gray, I won’t stop teasing her.

“Biwi, what do you mean? Jo bhi humne achieve kiya, woh 50-50 ka share hai. Toh phir main akela kyun boloon? Yeh toh galat hai,” I say with mock seriousness, knowing she’ll fall for it. Her innocence is her greatest charm, though sometimes it works against her.

“Aaru, aap itne besharam kyun ho?” she protests, pouting adorably. “Mujhe sharam aayegi, aur agar main blush karne lagi toh?”

“Blush karna toh mujhe bhi aata hai,” I tease her, lowering my voice. “Woh hot steamy makeout yaad hai? Tabhi toh—”

Her punch in my stomach interrupts my teasing. I laugh as she pleads, “Please na, iss baar tum bol do. Agli baar main bolungi.”

“Agli baar?” I narrow my eyes, mock-stern. “There won’t be an ‘agli baar.’ Mujhe sirf ek hi baccha chahiye. Woh bhi beti.”

“Ek hi baccha?”

“Beti,” I correct firmly.

But my biwi has other plans. “I want six children—three boys and three girls,” she declares casually, as if she’s talking about buying groceries.

“Six? Biwi, tumhe kya lagta hai, humlog cricket team banayenge? No way!” I shake my head in disbelief.

“Arre, zyada bacche honge toh agar woh jhagde karenge, toh apne aap sulah kar lenge. Humse discuss karne ki zarurat hi nahin padegi,” she argues.

“Tab toh ghar satyanash ho jayega!” I exclaim, already imagining the chaos. “Aur tumhara pyaar mujhe sirf 10% milega. Yeh injustice hai!”

Our argument continues, bouncing back and forth, until we finally come to the breakfast table.

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At breakfast, I clear my throat. “Ahem.” Everyone’s eyes are on me.

“I have some good news to share,” I begin.

But before I can say another word, Adit jumps in. “I know, Bhaiya! Woh luxury sports car deal humari company ko mil gayi, right? I want my custom version!”

I roll my eyes. “No, Adit, it’s not about the deal. It’s something much bigger.”

Anant grins. “Vacation! We’re taking the new yacht, right?”

“No!” I snap, exasperated, placing a protective hand on Pallavi’s belly. What if my baby gets scared?

Dad speaks up next. “Woh 1000-crore contract mila hai?”

I groan internally. Yeh log mere jaise kab ban gaye?

Just then, Dadi steps in, silencing everyone. “Tum sab chup raho.”

She walks over to Pallavi and gently cups her face. “Beta, humme pardadi banane ke liye shukriya.”

Pallavi blushes furiously, and Dadi removes her bangles, sliding them onto Pallavi’s wrist. “Yeh tumhare liye.”

The room is silent for a moment, then erupts in cheers. Everyone congratulates us, their excitement is infectious.

As the news spreads to our close family, I feel a sense of peace and joy settle over me. This baby is already bringing us all closer together.

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At hospital

The hospital corridor was bustling like a festive market. A faint aroma of antiseptic hung in the air, but it was masked by the lively chatter and occasional bursts of laughter coming from a group seated on the benches. It was supposed to be a quiet area, but this wasn’t just any ordinary day—it was the day of Pallavi’s first sonography, and her entire clan seemed to have shown up to bear witness to the moment.

Inside the sonography room, Pallavi lay on the examination table, her eyes fluttering between nervousness and excitement. Arjun stood beside her, holding her hand tightly, his expression a mixture of awe and anticipation.

The sonographer, a middle-aged woman with a no-nonsense demeanor, was concentrating on the monitor, moving the probe across Pallavi’s abdomen. The rhythmic thumping of a tiny heartbeat filled the room. Arjun’s grip tightened on Pallavi’s hand.

“Did you hear that?” Arjun whispered, his voice choked with emotion.
Pallavi nodded, tears glistening in her eyes. “That’s our baby, Arjun...”
He bent down to kiss her forehead, whispering, “Thank you for this miracle, Pallavi.”

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Meanwhile, Outside the Room

The corridor was chaos personified.

Dr. Raghav Mehta, the hospital’s most stringent and rule-abiding physician, stepped into the scene. His sharp eyes scanned the crowd, his brows furrowing deeper with every passing second.

“Compounder!” he barked, gesturing toward the group.
A harried nurse came running. “Yes, sir?”

“What is going on here? Was there a mass accident I wasn’t informed about? Why are there so many people?” he demanded.

“Sir, it’s not an accident. They’re all here for one pregnant lady’s sonography,” the nurse replied hesitantly.

Dr. Mehta blinked, stunned. “Pregnant lady? Did she win an award for motherhood? Why are there so many people here for one appointment? Is she in labor?”

“No, sir. She’s in for a routine sonography,” the nurse clarified, trying to suppress a grin.

Dr. Mehta’s patience snapped. He marched toward the nearest culprit—Adit, who was leaning against a wall, munching on a packet of chips.

“What do you think this is? A hospital or a picnic spot?” Dr. Mehta thundered.

Adit, completely unfazed, grinned. “Doctor , pehli baar chachu ban raha hoon. Itna toh banta hai, right? Waise bhi, bhabhi ko support karna family ka farz hai.”

Dr. Mehta’s jaw twitched. He turned to Anant, hoping for a rational response.
Anant shrugged nonchalantly. “see, doc , mein toh aata nahi. But what if my niece ends up liking Adit more than me? I couldn’t take that risk.”

Dr. Mehta pinched the bridge of his nose. “Unbelievable…”

Next, he turned to Abrahm, whose towering six-foot-one frame made the doctor hesitate. Before he could speak, Abrahm stood up. Dr. Mehta immediately moved to Janvi, who was glaring at the men.

“At least you seem reasonable. Can’t you explain to them?” he pleaded.

Janvi crossed her arms and shot him a fierce look. “Maine samjhaya tha, doctor saab. Maine bola tha, ‘Kidnap the doctor and bring him home.’ But no one listens to me!”

Dr. Mehta’s face paled. “Kidnap…?” he muttered under his breath and quickly turned to Shalini.

Before he could say a word, Shalini raised her hand. “Don’t ask me anything. I’m already stressed for Pallavi. Aur agar mujhe zyada questions pucha, toh Swamy ka haath ka khana khilwa dungi.”

“Swamy?” the doctor asked, confused.

“Our cook,” Aman interjected helpfully. “His food is so bad that after one bite, you’ll question all your life choices.”

Dr. Mehta shook his head in disbelief. “And why are you here?” he asked Aman directly.

Aman smiled sweetly. “Wherever my wife goes, I follow. Simple.”

“You should have brought your pets too, then!” the doctor snapped sarcastically.

“Don’t say that, doctor,” Anirudh piped up. “They have a pet jaguar. If they brought him here , the entire hospital would have emptied out.”

" Jiju , can I bring a coffee for you ?? " Adit chimmed in ..

"  "No, Adit, the last time you made tea, you added food coloring to it for the color, and Anirudh ended up in the hospital for three days," Meher interjected, stopping Adit from carrying out another murderous plan.

Realizing he was ghosted and  fighting a losing battle, Dr. Mehta threw up his hands in frustration and stomped away. “These people are insane!” he muttered, disappearing into his office.

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Back in the Sonography Room

The sonographer finally smiled, turning to the couple. “Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Srivastav. You’re having twins!”

Pallavi gasped, her free hand covering her mouth. Arjun’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Twins?”

The doctor nodded. “Yes, both babies are healthy, and so is the mother. Everything looks perfect.”

Pallavi sees Arjun and says , her  voice thick with emotion. “Do you hear that? Not one, but two miracles… and you lost the battle that " i want only one girl child "

“And I’ll love every battle of it,” Arjun whispered, planting a soft kiss on her temple.

For a moment, the world outside faded. It was just the two of them, basking in the joy of their growing family.

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Author’s POV

Pregnancy is a magical period in the life of a husband and wife, and for Arjun and Pallavi, it was no different. This phase brought a whirlwind of emotions, challenges, and memories that would forever remain etched in their hearts. From the moment Arjun found out they were having twins, his world shifted. The man who once lived with a carefree attitude became an overprotective father overnight. And Pallavi’s mood swings? They were a rollercoaster he gladly boarded. One moment, she would be crying over a small thing, and the next, she’d be laughing uncontrollably.

One such night, around 2 AM, Pallavi woke up with a craving for something sweet. "Arjun, mujhe meetha khana hai... Abhi!" she whispered, nudging him awake. Without a second thought, Arjun dragged himself to the kitchen, determined to make her favorite halwa. The same Arjun, who once turned the kitchen into a war zone, had now learned to cook perfectly just for her. As Pallavi ate the halwa, her eyes gleamed with happiness, and Arjun felt a sense of fulfillment that no words could describe.

Every little wish of Pallavi’s was his command. Gone were the days when she would devour romantic novels; now, she enjoyed Arjun narrating stories from the Ramayan and Mahabharat. Life truly is the greatest teacher—this was the same Arjun who once dismissed the idea of God, yet now, he prayed fervently for his children to grow up with good values.

But amidst all these changes, one thing remained constant—their playful banter. If they didn’t argue at least twice a day, both felt something was missing. Their love story had started with squabbles, after all. Even the family had grown accustomed to enjoying their light-hearted fights like a daily soap.

One day, Pallavi walked into their room and found Arjun deeply engrossed in his laptop. The moment he saw her, he slammed it shut, making her suspicious. "Arjun, kya chupa rahe ho?" she asked, narrowing her eyes. Her overthinking kicked in, and before long, tears welled up in her eyes. She assumed the worst—that he was talking to another woman. Chaos erupted as the family tried to console her. Finally, Abrahm opened the laptop to reveal Arjun’s search history: “How to become a good father.”

Embarrassed but overwhelmed with love, Pallavi hugged him tightly and said. “Aap sabse accha father ho, Arjun... aur sabse best husband bhi.”

While this incident was resolved, the real drama unfolded during Pallavi’s godh bharai ceremony. Held at the Khurana mansion, Pallavi was supposed to stay there for a few days. However, within hours, Arjun’s overprotectiveness kicked in. Abrahm, sensing the inevitable, sternly told Arjun, “Tumhe yahan paanch din tak nahi aana hai.”

Five days? Arjun couldn’t even last five hours. That very night, he sneaked into the mansion by jumping the wall. But Abrahm knew his bestie too well and had stationed a dog instead of a watchman.
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“Arjun, yeh idea galat lag raha hai. Agar Abrahm ko pata chal gaya, toh woh hum dono ka poster banake chhapar dalenge,” Aniruddh warned, adjusting his jacket who accompanied Arjun , only to meet his beloved wife Meher .

“Poster toh banega, lekin mere bacchon ki maa waha hai ho aur main yaha baithu? Yeh kabhi nahi hoga!” Arjun retorted, determination blazing in his eyes.

Before Aniruddh could argue further, Arjun had already started climbing the wall. With a sigh, Aniruddh followed. They both landed softly on the other side, trying to be as silent as possible.

“See, no problem. Sab so rahe hain,” Arjun whispered confidently.

But as soon as the words left his mouth, a low growl echoed through the garden. Aniruddh froze. “Yeh... yeh awaaz kya thi?”

Arjun’s confidence wavered for the first time. “Shaayad... wind?”

Before they could decipher the sound, a pair of glowing eyes appeared in the darkness. A loud bark shattered the silence, and a massive dog, teeth bared and tail wagging menacingly, charged toward them.

“Bhaag!” Arjun yelled, pulling Aniruddh by the arm.

Both men took off like sprinters in opposite directions, but the dog was faster. It chased Arjun first, nipping at his heels. “Stop! Ruk ja! Main teri taraf aa raha hoon!” Arjun shouted at Aniruddh, who was trying to hide behind a bush.

“Are you crazy? Usse idhar mat laao!” Aniruddh yelled back, but it was too late. The dog turned its attention to him next, barking furiously.

“Kutte ko bhagwan ka naam leke shaant kar!” Arjun shouted as he climbed a tree.

“Shaant toh tab karega jab tu usse apne ghar ka dog food khila dega!” Aniruddh shot back, desperately trying to find his own escape route.

The dog, however, wasn’t ready to give up. It cornered Aniruddh near a fountain, barking louder and wagging its tail like it was enjoying the chase. Arjun, watching the scene from his tree, couldn’t stop himself from laughing.

“Bhaag, Aniruddh, bhaag! Teri speed toh police training mein mast thi na?” Arjun teased.

“Main tujhe baad mein dekhta hoon, Arjun!” Aniruddh growled, running again as the dog gave chase.

Eventually, the commotion woke up the guards. Abrahm, who had anticipated Arjun’s antics, walked out with his arms crossed, smirking. “Maine bola tha Arjun ko, 5 din tak mat aana . Lekin tum dono ki kismat dekho, kutta tumhara pehle se intezaar kar raha tha.”

Arjun, finally climbing down from the tree, adjusted his shirt and shot Abrahm a glare . “meri biwi ko dekhne aaya hunn , dusron ki biwi ko nahi ”

“And you?” Abrahm turned to Aniruddh, who was drenched from falling into the fountain.

“Uh… bas Meher ko dekhne aaya tha…” Aniruddh muttered, looking away.

The dog, now wagging its tail like a job well done, barked one last time as if to mock them. Abrahm burst into laughter, shaking his head.

“Tum dono ko garden ke ghoomne ka maza aaj lifetime ke liye yaad rahega,” he said, walking back inside.

Arjun and Aniruddh exchanged exhausted looks, silently promising themselves they would think twice before sneaking into the Khurana Mansion again.

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On the day of the ceremony, Pallavi was decked up in heavy jewelry. Though she looked beautiful, the weight of it made her uncomfortable. She struggled to breathe, and Arjun noticed immediately. His protective instincts flared up as he silenced everyone with a single glare. Without waiting for anyone’s approval, he removed all the heavy jewelry and replaced it with delicate flower jewelry he had designed specially for her. As he adorned her with his own hands, Pallavi’s discomfort melted away.

“Main moti ho gayi hoon na?” she asked hesitantly, looking at her reflection in the mirror. Pregnancy had made her slightly chubby, and she felt self-conscious.

Arjun cupped her face gently, his eyes filled with love. “Kash tum khud ko meri nazar se dekh pati,” he whispered, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. He took some camphor and performed a small ritual to ward off the evil eye, his hands trembling with care and devotion.

In that moment, Pallavi realized just how deeply she was loved. Arjun wasn’t just her husband; he was her protector, her partner, and the father of their children—a man who would go to any lengths to ensure her happiness.

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Author’s POV

The clock struck midnight, the srivastav mansion shrouded in a peaceful silence. Suddenly, a sharp cry broke the stillness. Pallavi clutched her belly, pain radiating through her body. Arjun, who had been sitting beside her, half-asleep but ever-alert, shot up in panic.

“Arjun... it’s happening,” Pallavi whispered, her voice trembling, tears streaming down her face.

For a moment, Arjun froze, his mind blank. But then, the gravity of the situation hit him. “Oh my God, Pallavi! It’s time!” he exclaimed, grabbing the hospital bag like a man on a mission.

He called out to the family, his voice trembling with panic. “Dadi! Maasi ! Everyone, get up! Pallavi’s in labor!”

Adit and Anant were the first to burst out of their rooms, worry etched on their faces. “Bhabhi?! Is she okay?” Adit asked, his voice rising with panic.

He carefully helped her into the car, his hands trembling as he supported her. Every wince of pain on her face tore at his heart. “Don’t worry, jaan. I’ve got you. Just a little longer, okay?”

“Arjun... drive faster!” Pallavi managed between labored breaths.

“Faster? I’m practically flying!” he shot back, panic lacing his tone, though he tried to keep her calm. “Just breathe, like we practiced. Inhale... exhale...”

“I’m trying! It’s not helping!” Pallavi snapped, tears streaming.

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At the Hospital

By the time they reached the hospital, the khurana family was already on their way, having been alerted by Arjun in a hurried call. Pallavi was rushed into the labor room, and Arjun followed close behind, refusing to let her go.

“Sir, you need to stay outside—” a nurse began, but Arjun’s determined glare silenced her.

“I’m not leaving my wife alone. End of discussion,” he said firmly, his tone brooking no argument.

Inside the room, chaos and urgency filled the air. Pallavi gripped Arjun’s hand tightly, her face pale and drenched in sweat.

“Arjun, don’t leave me,” she sobbed, her voice trembling with fear and pain.

“I’m here, jaan. I’m not going anywhere,” he reassured her, his voice breaking as he kissed her forehead. “You’re the strongest person I know. You’ve got this.”

Outside, the Srivastav and khurana family paced the waiting room. Abraham sat beside Janvi, who clutched his arm tightly, her face pale with worry. Meher and Aniruddh offered silent prayers, while Aman tried his best to calm Shalini, who was on the verge of tears. Even the usually stoic elders seemed restless, their faces betraying their concern.

“Arjun is in there with her,” Abraham finally said, trying to reassure everyone. “She’s not alone.”

“But labor is so unpredictable!” Janvi exclaimed. “What if something happens? What if—”

“Nothing will happen,” Aniruddh interrupted firmly. “Pallavi is strong. And so is Arjun.”

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Inside the Labor Room

The labor pains grew more intense, Pallavi’s screams echoing through the sterile walls. Arjun’s heart shattered with every cry, but he held her hand tightly, his voice unwavering as he whispered encouragement.

“You’re doing so well, jaan. Just a little more. I’m right here,” he said, wiping the sweat from her forehead.

The doctor looked up with a calm smile. “She’s almost there. Pallavi, one last push!”

Pallavi sobbed, trembling from exhaustion, but Arjun leaned closer, his forehead against hers. “You can do this, jaan. For our babies,” he whispered, his own tears falling freely now.

Finally, the room was filled with the loud, piercing cries of a newborn—then another. Arjun froze, his breath catching as the reality sank in.

“It’s twins! Both are healthy,” the doctor announced, handing the babies to the nurses for a quick cleanup.

Arjun turned to Pallavi, his face a mixture of awe and relief. “Pallavi, they’re here. Our babies are here,” he whispered, his voice breaking as he kissed her forehead. But she was already lost her consciousness..

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The Waiting Room

The nurse entered with a beaming smile. “Congratulations! Both mother and babies are healthy.”

Cheers erupted as the family exchanged hugs and tears of relief. Abraham immediately called for sweets to be distributed to everyone in the hospital, while Janvi hugged Meher tightly, crying tears of joy. Aman and Shalini finally took a relief sigh . Anirudh had a geniune relief in his face ..

Dadi clapped her hands together, whispering, “Thank you, Bhagwan.” Jaya sobbed into Mahesh’s shoulder, her relief evident. Avinash and Goutham hugged each other

Adit and Anant hugged each other, their worry finally melting into joy. “We’re chachus !” Adit said, his voice breaking.

“Two at once,” Anant added, grinning through his tears. “Double the mischief!”

When they were finally allowed into the room, Arjun was sitting beside Pallavi, holding both babies in his arms. His face glowed with pride and joy, though his eyes were red from crying. Pallavi, though exhausted, wore a radiant smile as she leaned against the pillow.

“Meet the newest Srivastavs ,” Arjun announced, his voice thick with emotion.

Everyone crowded around, marveling at the tiny bundles. “They’re so cute ,” Janvi said, tears in her eyes.

“And they look just like Pallavi,” Abraham teased, earning a glare from Arjun.

“Excuse me, they have my nose!” Arjun shot back, making everyone laugh.

Pallavi chuckled weakly. “You’re all impossible.”

As the family showered the babies with love and blessings, Arjun turned to Pallavi and whispered, “You were incredible, jaan. Thank you for giving me this family.”

Pallavi smiled, tears welling up. “And you’re the best father and husband I could’ve asked for.”

In that room, amidst laughter, tears, and the overwhelming joy of new life, the Shekhawats knew they were blessed beyond measure.

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So that's it for today i hope you like it..

And only epilogue is left in this story ..

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