The hospital room was filled with the sounds of monitors, hurried footsteps, and the rhythm of Poornima’s heartbeat.

Veeresh sat beside her, his hand tightly holding hers — the same hand that once trembled with anger now trembled with fear and love.

“Breathe, Mrs. Rajawat,” the doctor instructed gently.

Poornima was exhausted, tears of pain and effort rolling down her temples.

“I can’t…” she whispered, shaking her head weakly.

Veeresh leaned closer, brushing her hair back, his voice breaking but firm.

> “You can, Poornima. I’m right here — look at me.”

She looked into his eyes — the same eyes that once held fury now glowed with love and faith.

With one final push, the sound of a baby’s first cry filled the room.

“It’s a boy!” the doctor announced, smiling as they handed the tiny bundle to the nurse.

Poornima smiled weakly through her tears, whispering,

> “Our son…”

But before she could rest, the doctor looked again, surprise crossing her face.

“Mrs. Rajawat, we’re not done yet — one more push!”

Veeresh blinked, stunned. “What—?”

Poornima gasped, “No… no way…”

The doctor smiled warmly.

> “You’ve been hiding a little surprise. Push again.”

Veeresh gripped her hand tighter.

> “Come on, sweetheart, you’ve got this.”

With one more deep breath, Poornima pushed again — and another cry echoed in the room.

“It’s a girl!” the doctor announced joyfully.

Veeresh’s eyes widened in disbelief — his heart raced as he looked at both babies being cleaned and wrapped in soft blankets.

> “Twins…” he whispered, his voice trembling.

The doctor laughed softly.

> “Yes, Mr. Rajawat — both perfectly healthy. You’re a father of two.”

When they placed the babies on Poornima’s chest, she cried softly — one hand cradling her son, the other her daughter.

Veeresh placed his hand gently over her shoulder and bent down to kiss her forehead.

> “You did it… you gave me everything I never dreamed I’d have.”

Poornima smiled through her tears.

> “Our babies… our little miracles.”

Veeresh brushed a finger over their tiny hands — one held his finger tightly, the other kicked playfully.

He smiled, eyes glistening with pride and love.

> “One just like you,” he whispered, looking at the girl.

“And one like me,” he said, touching his son’s cheek softly.

The room glowed with warmth —

the once-broken boy who never knew love,

and the woman who learned to heal,

now holding in their arms the two purest forms of it.

Veeresh kissed Poornima’s forehead again and whispered,

> “Welcome to the world, my stars — my family.”