was late in the evening when Poornima suddenly felt a sharp pain. She looked at Veeresh with wide eyes.

“Veeresh… my water broke,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

In an instant, he was on his feet. “Come on, we’re going to the hospital—now!”

He supported her, rushing her to the car, his hands trembling but his voice steady as he kept reassuring her, “I’m here… nothing will happen… just hold on.”

At the hospital, the doctors quickly took Poornima inside. Veeresh paced outside, every second feeling like an hour. Then, finally, the cry of a newborn filled the air.

The doctor came out with a smile. “Congratulations… it’s a healthy baby boy.”

Veeresh’s heart swelled. He rushed inside and saw Poornima lying exhausted but glowing, holding their tiny bundle.

He kissed Poornima’s forehead gently, then leaned down to place a kiss on his son’s tiny head.

“Might be,” he said softly with a playful smile, “we should try next for a girl.”

Poornima smiled through her tears, her heart full.

Veeresh brushed her hair back and whispered, “You are my angel in peace, Poornima… thank you for this happiness.”

She looked at him, eyes glistening, and replied, “You’re my home, Veeresh.”

He sat beside her, one arm around her, the other cradling their newborn son. And in that moment, everything felt complete—their love, their family, their forever.