Days passed softly in London. Veeresh and Poornima had fallen into a rhythm that felt like home — morning coffee together, his basketball matches, her quiet care, laughter that had once seemed impossible between them.

One morning, Poornima stood by the sink, suddenly feeling dizzy. She steadied herself, brushing it off as tiredness. But as the days went on — the same dizziness, the same warmth in her body, and that unexplainable calm in her heart — she knew something was different.

When Veeresh left for practice, she went to the doctor.

Hours later, she sat there, tears glistening in her eyes as she held the report in her trembling hands.

Positive.

Her heart raced. Not out of fear, but out of a quiet, overwhelming joy.

She placed her hand over her stomach and whispered,

> “You’re our little miracle… our new beginning.”

That evening, Veeresh came home, tired but smiling. He stopped when he saw her waiting for him near the balcony, her eyes bright with something he couldn’t read.

“Poornima? Everything okay?” he asked, walking closer.

She took his hand and placed it on her stomach.

For a moment, he just stared — and then realization dawned in his eyes.

“Are you…?” he whispered, voice breaking.

Poornima nodded, tears spilling as she smiled. “Yes, Veeresh. We’re going to be parents.”

Veeresh froze, emotion storming through him. Then he pulled her into a tight embrace, holding her as if he was holding his entire world.

> “You’ve given me everything I thought I’d never have,” he murmured against her hair.

“A home. Peace. And now… our baby.”

Poornima smiled through her tears, whispering back,

> “No more pain, no more revenge. Just us — and our little one.”

They stood there under the London sky, holding each other —

two hearts that had once been shattered, now beating together for the new life they had created.