The days in Delhi flowed like sunlight through open windows — warm, slow, and peaceful. Abhi and Kavya’s quarters were filled with laughter, the fragrance of sandalwood, and the quiet rhythm of family life.

One evening, Kavya’s god bharai — the baby shower — was arranged. The living room was adorned with marigold garlands and silver lamps. Poornima draped Kavya in a yellow saree, the color of joy, while Veeresh and Abhi busied themselves hanging decorations.

Veerendra and Pratap watched fondly as the women prepared the rituals. “Look at our family,” Veerendra said, pride soft in his tone. “This is what peace looks like.”

Pratap smiled. “And it all started with courage — from two people who chose love over rules.”

His gaze turned to Poornima and Veeresh.

When the ceremony began, Kavya sat glowing in the center. The priest chanted blessings for a safe birth. Poornima placed her hands gently on her daughter’s head and whispered a prayer — not just for the baby, but for the generations that would come.

Veeresh stood behind her silently, his eyes not leaving her face. He could see the same motherly warmth, the same patience that had drawn him toward her without realizing it.

Later, when everyone moved to eat, Veeresh found Poornima standing near the balcony, looking up at the moon.

He walked up behind her. “You’re thinking again.”

She smiled faintly. “Always. This moon… it’s seen my tears, my fears. But today, it saw me smiling for real.”

Veeresh’s heart softened. “You deserve that smile every day.”

She turned toward him, her eyes glistening. “Sometimes I feel like life is giving me back everything I lost… just in a different form.”

He brushed a stray strand from her face. “Then let’s not lose it this time.”

Their silence was filled with soft wind and moonlight.

That night, after everyone had gone to rest, Kavya called from her room — her hand on her belly. “Mom… Dad…”

Poornima and Veeresh rushed in. Kavya smiled faintly, “The baby kicked.”

Poornima gasped and placed her palm on Kavya’s stomach, tears welling. Veeresh placed his hand over hers, feeling the tiny movement — the pulse of new life.

Abhi smiled proudly. “Looks like he’s already saying hello to his grandparents.”

Veeresh chuckled softly, but inside, something shifted — that old woman’s words from the kuldevi temple echoed again:

“You will be blessed with three babies very soon…”

As he looked at Poornima — her face glowing under the soft lamplight — he realized maybe those blessings weren’t just about birth. Maybe they were about rebirths — of love, trust, and peace.

Later that night, Veeresh couldn’t sleep. He stood at the window, watching Poornima sleeping beside him, her hand resting near his. He thought — if destiny can give me this second chance, I’ll make sure she never feels unloved again.

He bent down, brushed a kiss on her forehead, and whispered,

“Thank you for coming into my life, Poornima.”