The Delhi sun glowed softly over the government quarters, painting the lawns gold. A car pulled up near the entrance — Veerendra, Pratap, Veeresh, and Poornima stepped out, their eyes lighting up as they spotted Abhi and Kavya standing at the gate, waving excitedly.

Kavya looked radiant, her hands resting gently over her small baby bump. Poornima’s heart melted at the sight — her little girl, now a mother-to-be.

“Amma, Appa!” Kavya called, running to them as Abhi followed with a wide smile.

Poornima hugged her tightly. “You look so beautiful, beta. Motherhood suits you.”

Kavya giggled softly. “Everyone keeps saying that.”

Abhi greeted Veerendra and Pratap respectfully, touching their feet. Veeresh patted his shoulder with pride. “You’ve done well, Abhi. The quarters look great.”

Abhi smiled. “It’s all because of her, Dad. Kavya takes care of everything.”

Veeresh turned toward Poornima, a soft smile tugging his lips. “I made the right decision marrying Kavya to Abhi,” he said quietly. “Look how happy she is.”

Poornima’s heart stirred — his words brought back the memory of that secret moment when he had swapped the bride, following his instincts. She looked at Kavya’s glowing face and then at Abhi, who stood beside her protectively, his eyes full of love. Yes, she thought, he truly did the right thing.

Inside the house, laughter filled the air. Veerendra and Pratap were beaming as they watched their grandchildren by choice and love — Abhi serving tea, Kavya insisting everyone have sweets.

Veeresh leaned back in his chair, watching the family with quiet contentment. But when his gaze fell upon Poornima — who was sitting beside Kavya, adjusting her dupatta lovingly — his mind drifted away.

He remembered the old lady’s words at the temple:

“You will be blessed with three babies very soon… your love will be blessed for seven lives.”

At first, he had dismissed it as impossible. But now, watching Poornima laugh — her face radiant, her eyes glowing with peace — something stirred inside him.

In his imagination, he saw her again at that same temple, dressed in soft red, the sindur bright in her hair, her hands resting over her belly as little children’s laughter echoed around them.

Veeresh blinked and smiled to himself. Maybe destiny isn’t bound by age, he thought. Maybe when love is true, miracles still happen.

Poornima turned to him just then, catching his smile. “What are you thinking?” she asked softly.

He shook his head and said with a small grin, “Just… that happiness suits you, Mrs. Singh.”

Poornima blushed, lowering her eyes. “It suits you too, Mr. Singh.”

And in that moment — surrounded by family, blessings, and laughter — both silently thanked destiny for giving them a second chance at love.