The hospital corridor was silent except for the faint hum of monitors and the echo of footsteps. Veeresh sat outside the scan room, his heart beating faster than he would ever admit. The same man who once ruled over estates and elections now sat nervously like a young father awaiting his first child.

The doctor stepped out with a calm smile. “Mr. Singh,” she said gently, “your wife is perfectly healthy. But…”

Veeresh immediately stood up. “But what, doctor?”

“It’s nothing serious,” she assured, smiling. “It’s just that at her age — 46 — we need to be cautious. She must rest properly, eat well, and avoid stress. And you,” she added kindly, “must stay by her side always. She’ll need emotional strength as much as physical care.”

Veeresh exhaled slowly, relief washing over his face. “Doctor, I promise. I’ll take care of her — every single moment.”

Just then, Poornima stepped out from the scanning room, her saree neatly adjusted, her eyes searching for his. “Veeresh… everything’s okay?” she asked softly.

Veeresh turned to her, the seriousness in his eyes melting into pure affection. He nodded and took her hand. “Everything’s perfect,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.

Poornima smiled, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “I told you Mahadev is with us,” she said quietly.

Veeresh didn’t answer right away. Instead, he gently cupped her face and kissed her forehead. “You’re my courage, Poornima,” he whispered, “and now… you carry our miracle.”

He bent down slightly and placed a tender kiss on her belly, his eyes closing as though saying a silent prayer. “Thank you,” he murmured — not just to her, but to life itself, for giving him this chance again.

Poornima’s eyes welled up. She placed her hand on his head, whispering, “You don’t have to thank me. This is ours — a gift of love.”

Veeresh stood up, brushed his thumb over her cheek, and smiled softly. “Let’s go, Rani sa. Our home’s waiting — and I think Appa will faint when he hears the news.”

Poornima chuckled, the sound light and full of joy. As they walked toward the car, her hand rested protectively over her belly, and his hand never left hers.

And though the world saw Veeresh Singh as a powerful man, at that moment, he was just a husband — humbled, grateful, and deeply in love with the woman who had brought light back into his life.