The haveli was quiet that night.

The rituals were done, the lamps still flickering faintly in the corners — as if the souls of Abhi and Kavya were blessing their little one from above.

Poornima gently rocked the crying baby in her arms. Her heart still heavy with grief, yet there was something divine in the way the tiny fingers curled around hers.

“Shh… my little angel…” she whispered softly. “Your mother’s watching you from the stars.”

The baby cried again, hungry. Poornima looked around, uneasy. The nurse had given them powdered milk for the night, but her heart felt unsettled.

When Veeresh entered the room, he saw her trying to calm the baby. “Poornima, what happened?”

“She’s not drinking the milk properly,” Poornima said worriedly. “Powder milk isn’t good for newborns, Veeresh. Go and bring lactation pills… I’ll try to feed her myself.”

Veeresh froze, surprised. “You really want to try that?”

Poornima nodded firmly, tears glistening in her eyes. “Yes. She’s our daughter now. She needs a mother’s milk, not a bottle.”

Veeresh looked at her — there was so much strength in her face, so much love. “Alright,” he said softly. “But we’ll consult a doctor once before you start anything. I don’t want you to take risks.”

Poornima smiled faintly. “Okay. Tomorrow morning.”

That night, she held the baby close, humming an old lullaby Kavya used to sing. The child finally drifted to sleep in her arms, and Veeresh stood by the doorway, silently watching — a deep warmth filling his chest.

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Next Morning

The next day, Veeresh and Poornima went to the hospital with the baby.

The doctor examined Poornima carefully and smiled. “You’re in good health for your age, Mrs. Singh. You can safely take lactation-inducing pills. It’s rare, but your body seems capable.”

Poornima exhaled in relief. “Thank you, doctor. I just want to do what’s best for her.”

The doctor added with a warm chuckle, “In fact, your hormone balance is excellent… even pregnancy is still possible for you.”

Poornima blinked, startled — her cheeks turning pink.

Veeresh’s lips curved into a teasing smile. “Did you hear that, Poornima? Looks like the doctor is giving us homework again.”

She hit his arm gently, her face flushed. “Veeresh!”

He laughed quietly as they walked out of the hospital, the sunlight warming their path. “What? I’m only saying… miracles seem to follow you wherever you go.”

Poornima smiled softly, her eyes shining. “Some miracles are meant to be shared, Veeresh.”

He looked at her, his teasing fading into tenderness. “Then let’s raise this miracle together.”

As they reached the car, the baby cooed in Poornima’s arms — a little cry, a little laugh — and for the first time after days of mourning, the air around them felt alive again.