The Rathore mansion was filled with flowers, lights, and the soft murmur of relatives and close friends. Today was a celebration of new life—Poornima and Veeresh’s newborn son was to be named.

Veeresh held the baby gently in his arms, his eyes glistening with pride and emotion. Poornima stood beside him, her hand resting lovingly on his arm, her heart full.

“As per our tradition,” the priest announced, “we now give the child his name.”

Veeresh looked down at the tiny bundle, a tender smile playing on his lips. “Our son… will carry the legacy of love, hope, and friendship. I name him…” His voice softened with emotion. “Pavan Shekhawat Rathore.”

Poornima’s eyes filled with tears as she whispered, “Yes… Pavan, our baby’s name… it’s perfect.”

The children, Anaya and little Aarav, clapped and giggled, their faces glowing with happiness. “Brother!” Anaya cheered, gently touching his tiny hand.

Aarav looked up at Veeresh and whispered, “Appa… he is so cute.”

Veeresh kissed his son’s forehead, pressing a gentle kiss to Poornima’s cheek. “This is our family… complete. Pavan will always be remembered, but our life moves forward with love, happiness, and togetherness.”

Poornima hugged Veeresh tightly, resting her head on his shoulder. “Thank you… for everything, Veeresh. For taking care of me, the kids… and him.”

Veeresh’s eyes softened as he held her close. “Always, jaan. Our family… our life… we protect it together.”

The day ended with laughter, blessings, and joy. In the heart of the Rathore mansion, love had multiplied, and with little Pavan Shekhawat Rathore in their arms, the family’s happiness felt complete.