'Sometimes love stories don't have villains but just a prince who is stupid.'

~Manya telling a story to her nephews and nieces

So, the end of my story begins. My mistake still stands. My baby is still lost but despite all I'm going to forgive him.

He is standing there afraid with his heart in his eyes. He loves me. I can feel it. But I'm not forgiving him because of that. He didn't deserve me. But I deserve my first love. He was special for me and he is special for me and he'll always be special for me.
Also, I'm being fair. He is the one who caused my losses. He should be the one paying for it by devoting rest of his life to me. To give me back which is lost.

With these thoughts, I offered him my glass of water and accepted his proposal.

.....

It wasn't a coincidence that I married Parth on my birth day. I told my parents that it was the only date I am going to get married.

There were horrible memories I had of this date and I wanted to change it. One's birth day date is perhaps the most important date in a person's life. Everything change but this date remains same. It is important.

Manya also carefully thought about telling Parth about the baby which they had made and then lost. But then she decided not to do it. That was a decision she had taken and since he wasn't there when he was needed. So, he had no right to even know.

But every time she would celebrate her marriage anniversary, she would remember and then, console herself that if she had lost something precious then she had gained something from life as well. It was her life, her mistakes and her love story.