The days in the haveli grew warmer, but Poornima’s heart felt warmer still. Her pregnancy was showing beautifully now—her glow undeniable.

That evening, Veeresh found her sitting by the window, her hand resting on her belly.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, his voice softer than usual.

“Good,” she smiled, “but… my feet hurt a little.”

Without a word, he knelt down and began massaging her feet gently, his thumbs pressing just enough to ease the ache.

“You’re looking beautiful,” he murmured, glancing up at her with a smile that made her blush.

Before she could respond, he took out a small box. “For you,” he said, revealing her favorite sweet—kaju katli.

Her eyes lit up. “You remembered?”

“I always do,” he said, breaking a piece and feeding her. She giggled and fed him back, their laughter filling the quiet room.

As they sat together, Veeresh rested his palm on her growing belly. Suddenly, his eyes widened.

“Wait… was that…?”

Poornima’s smile deepened. “Yes… the baby kicked.”

He leaned forward and kissed her cheek tenderly. “I’m warning you, I’m going to be jealous of this baby.”

She chuckled softly and cupped his face. “Don’t worry… I’ll love you equally.”

His lips curved into a satisfied smile. He lay down beside her, his hand still resting protectively on her stomach. Soon, his breathing slowed, and he drifted to sleep holding her close.

Poornima watched him for a moment, her heart full, before closing her eyes. She fell asleep with the comfort of his embrace and the soft flutter of life growing inside her.