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Epilogue

🌸 Epilogue: Our Forever 🌸

Three years later…

The Suryavanshi home in Bangalore was filled with laughter, color, and chaos — the beautiful kind. Children ran through the garden, bubbles floated in the air, and the aroma of Poornima’s special badam halwa drifted through the house.

Ayan, now 9, sat under the tree with Aradhya, 6, helping her with a craft project.

> “Make a heart, like this… write ‘Amma’ inside. She’ll love it.”

Aradhya nodded seriously, then added sparkles all over it.

Inside the house, Veeresh walked in holding Arjun and Ira — the energetic twins who just turned three.

> “Who wants Appa’s famous banana milkshake?” he said in a mock dramatic voice.

“Me! Me!” the twins shouted in unison, their giggles echoing.

Poornima entered the kitchen, her saree slightly messy, a faint glow still on her cheeks. She smiled seeing her family.

> “One day, I’ll have a quiet moment,” she teased, pouring the milkshake.

Veeresh walked behind her and whispered with a grin,

> “Not until we have our 7th baby, Mrs. Suryavanshi.”

She turned, narrowed her eyes, and slapped his arm playfully.

> “You said that at the 3rd!”

“Still valid,” he winked.

They both laughed.

As the sun began to set, they all gathered in the garden. A mat was spread, the kids sat in Poornima’s lap and Veeresh’s arms wrapped around all of them.

> “Appa,” Ayan said suddenly, “remember that day I came back home?”

Veeresh looked at him, heart warming. “I remember every second.”

Ayan smiled. “Best decision of my life.”

Poornima kissed his forehead gently. “Best blessing of mine.”

The wind blew softly. The twins fell asleep. Aradhya rested her head on Ayan’s shoulder. And in that moment — nothing else mattered.

No pain.

No past.

Just the present — full of love.

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Poornima looked up at the sky and whispered to herself:

> “This… this is my forever. My family. My love. My chaos. My peace.”

And Veeresh, as if he heard her thoughts, held her closer and whispered in her ear:

> “You are the rose that bloomed in the middle of my storm, Poornima. And I will keep you blooming… forever.”

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🌸 The End 🌸

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