The hospital room was quiet except for the soft beeping of monitors. Poornima lay on the bed, exhausted but glowing, her hands clutching Veeresh’s.

Veeresh leaned close, brushing her hair from her forehead. “How are you feeling, jaan?”

She smiled weakly. “Exhausted… but happy. Did you see our baby?”

Veeresh shook his head gently, kissing her cheeks and forehead. “Not yet. We’ll see together. You are more important to me, Poornima. Always have been, always will be.”

Moments later, the doctor placed their son gently into Veeresh’s waiting hands. Veeresh’s eyes softened, a wide smile breaking across his face. He kissed the baby’s tiny forehead, murmuring,

“Welcome to the world, baby… you are loved beyond measure.”

Tears welled in Poornima’s eyes as she reached out, resting her hand over Veeresh’s on the baby. “He’s perfect,” she whispered, voice thick with emotion.

Just then, Anaya and little Aarav—Veeresh’s daughter and their older child—were allowed into the room. The moment they saw their baby brother, their faces lit up with joy.

“Brother!” Anaya cried, rushing forward to gently touch his tiny hand.

Aarav giggled, clapping his hands. “My brother! My baby brother!”

Veeresh looked at Poornima, his expression soft but intense. “See, jaan? This is our family… complete.”

Poornima smiled, tears of happiness streaming down her cheeks. “Yes, Veeresh… ours.”

And in that quiet hospital room, surrounded by their children and love, Veeresh and Poornima held each other, hearts full, knowing this was the beginning of the most beautiful chapter of their lives.