In that moment, as she held Shree against her heart, Saana’s dreams and reality converged. Her hope was to mend the broken pieces of her own past by providing a child with the love and care she had once longed for. It was a promise she made not only to Shree but to herself—a commitment to ensuring that the future held something brighter and more nurturing than her own troubled past.

That night, after successfully calming Shree and ensuring she was asleep, Saana felt a deep need to address the situation with Sidharth. She knocked on his door and, not waiting for a response, pushed it open.

“Sid, we need to talk!”

she called out, her voice carrying a firm resolve.

Sidharth, who had been pacing or possibly lost in thought, looked up. His face showed a mix of exhaustion and concern. He nodded, acknowledging the seriousness in Saana's tone.

"Come in, Saana,"

he said, gesturing for her to enter.

As Saana stepped into the room, she closed the door behind her, her expression serious.

"Sidharth, this isn't just about dealing with Pallavi. It's about Shree and her future. We need to address how we're going to handle things moving forward."

Sidharth nodded, his demeanor reflecting his awareness of the gravity of the situation.

"I agree. I'm sorry about everything that happened. I didn't expect her to come back like this."

Saana took a deep breath, her gaze steady.

"It's not just about dealing with the immediate issues. We need to think about Shree's emotional well-being, her sense of stability, and how we're going to provide that for her."

Sidharth's face softened with understanding.

"You're right. I need to make sure that Shree feels safe and loved. I'm committed to doing whatever it takes to provide that for her."

Saana nodded, her expression resolute.

"We need to work together on this, Sid. And we need to make sure that we're always putting Shree's needs first. That includes addressing any issues that might come up with Pallavi or anyone else who could potentially disrupt her life."

Sidharth met her gaze, his eyes reflecting a new sense of determination.

"I'm on board with that. We need to ensure Shree's well-being, and I'm ready to do whatever it takes to make that happen."

Saana gave a small nod, feeling a sense of relief that they were on the same page.

"Good. Let's figure out a plan together and make sure we're both fully committed to supporting Shree."

As they began to discuss their next steps, the air in the room felt charged with purpose. Both Saana and Sidharth knew that the road ahead would be challenging, but they were united in their commitment to providing Shree with the loving and stable environment she desperately needed.

Taking a deep breath, Saana looked at Sidharth with a mix of resolve and compassion.

"Sidharth, I will marry you,"

she said firmly, her eyes meeting his with unwavering seriousness.

"But sirf aur sirf Shree ke liye."

Sidharth's eyes widened slightly, a flicker of hope and understanding crossing his face. He opened his mouth to speak, but Saana raised a hand to stop him.

"I'm doing this for Shree,"

she continued.

"She needs stability and a loving environment, and I believe we can provide that for her. But I want you to understand that this is a decision based on what's best for her, not just about us or our past."

Sidharth nodded, his expression reflecting both gratitude and a deep respect for her decision.

"I understand, Saana. I'm grateful for your willingness to help Shree. I promise to do everything I can to make sure we create a loving and supportive environment for her."

Saana gave a small, determined smile.

"We need to be sure we're both committed to making this work, for Shree's sake. It won't be easy, but I believe we can do it."

Sidharth's relief was palpable as he nodded in agreement.

"Absolutely. We'll face this challenge together and make sure Shree knows she's loved and cared for."

The tension in the room seemed to lift slightly as they both acknowledged the seriousness of their commitment. Saana's decision to marry Sidharth was driven by her desire to ensure Shree's happiness and well-being, and Sidharth was equally determined to provide the stability and love that Shree needed. Together, they prepared to navigate the complexities of their new arrangement with a shared focus on creating a nurturing environment for the little girl they both cared deeply about.

It was late at night, Sidharth was continuously drinking at the rooftop. Thinking how his life was going, tears of guilt, Remorse, heartbreak was continuously flowing from his eyes,

SIDHARTH'S POV

Watching Saana gently cradle Shree in her arms, I was struck by an overwhelming sense of admiration and disbelief. Her capacity for forgiveness and her willingness to embrace Shree-an innocent child born of my past mistakes-was nothing short of remarkable. I could hardly fathom how someone could display such grace and compassion after everything I had put her through.

As Saana's tears fell silently onto Shree's tiny head, I could see the weight of her own childhood etched in the sorrowful lines on her face. She had never had an easy life; her parents' constant fighting had left deep scars. I knew her story well, the way their discord had seeped into her life, affecting her in ways I had only recently begun to understand. The frustration and anger that had been directed at her had been more than just emotional-it was physical too, as she had often shared with me.

Her childhood was marred by the chaos of her parents' troubled marriage. I remember her telling me about the constant turmoil and the emotional strain it had placed on her. She spoke of how she had always felt like a pawn in their battles, used as an outlet for their frustrations. It wasn't just the harsh words or the physical reprimands; it was the feeling of being unloved and unwanted that had lingered in her heart.

As we were in a relationship, Saana often spoke about her dreams for the future. She would look at me with such earnestness, her eyes brimming with emotion, and say,

"Sidharth, hum aapni baby ko kabhi  suffer nahi karne denge. I want to be a mother, a mother who gives her children the love and security which I never had. I want to show my parents what a child truly needs-unconditional love and a nurturing environment. We will create a safe and comfortable space for our children."

Every time she said those words, I could see how deeply she was affected by her own experiences. She would break down, her emotions spilling over as she expressed her fears and hopes. I could feel the weight of her past in those moments, her desperation to offer something better for her future children.

Now, seeing her with Shree, I'm struck by the magnitude of her selflessness. Saana has chosen to embrace the child of a man who has hurt her deeply, a man who failed her in more ways than I care to count. She's chosen to protect and love Shree, despite the circumstances that brought her into this world. Her actions are a testament to her boundless capacity for forgiveness and her unwavering commitment to doing what is right, even when it's not easy.

It's almost overwhelming to think about how Saana has managed to transform her pain into something so beautiful. Her ability to rise above her own suffering and focus on the well-being of a child who was an innocent victim in all of this is a profound reflection of her character. Her dedication to providing Shree with the love and care she herself had always yearned for is nothing short of extraordinary.

In that moment, as I watched her tenderly holding Shree and whispering words of comfort, I realized the depth of Saana's love and her incredible strength. Her capacity to forgive and move forward, to embrace a future that includes not just me but my child, speaks volumes about the kind of person she is. It's a lesson in resilience and compassion that I will never forget, and it makes me see Saana in a new light-a beacon of love and hope amid the shadows of our past.

Her selflessness, her willingness to forgive, and her dedication to making a difference in Shree's life are qualities that I deeply respect and admire. Saana has shown me that even after being hurt, one can choose to rise above and make a positive impact on those around them. And as I stand here, witnessing her quiet strength and unwavering resolve, I am reminded of how fortunate I am to have her in my life.

I remember the pain of how Pallavi left me, choosing another man who was wealthier than I was. The sting of betrayal was sharp and relentless. I would come home from the office, only to find evidence of her infidelity-hickies on her neck that were a constant reminder of her disloyalty. Each mark was a fresh wound, a painful testament to the betrayal I felt.

Her disregard for our child compounded the hurt. I watched helplessly as she would cringe whenever our baby cried for something as basic as milk. The sight of her discomfort with the child she had brought into the world was both heartbreaking and infuriating. It was as if she was incapable of seeing beyond her own desires and frustrations, unable to understand the simple needs of our innocent daughter.
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