Epilogue

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Abhimaan's POV:

I miss her every day, every second, and every moment. She carries my heart with her, and I'm devastated that she isn't by my side now.

Suddenly, I heard a voice outside. A small four-year-old girl hugged my legs. I bent down to her height.

"Maan, we're back!" She said, planting a kiss on my cheek.

I looked up to see my beautiful woman approaching. For the past week, this duo had been out of the country for Kavya's publishing work.

Yes, she had started her own publishing brand, producing books and magazines.

Manya was born four years ago-our little ray of sunshine.

"Maan, can't you see me?" Kavya's playful voice pulled me from my thoughts, her lips forming a pout.

I hugged her tightly. "Gosh, I missed you so much."

I kissed her forehead, but then I noticed another little person standing there.
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Five years ago:

"The surgery was successful," the doctor said.

My world stopped. I forgot how to breathe and collapsed to my knees once again, but this time, overwhelmed with happiness. Finally, after so much struggle and so many sleepless nights, I had what I had wanted all along. My love, my universe, my home-she was healthy and safe. I thanked God silently.

The doctor continued,"She will regain consciousness in a few hours."

I nodded through my tears.

Two hours later, a nurse approached us. "Who is Maan here?"

I raised my hand. "Yes, that's me."

"The patient is panicking and keeps calling your name," she said.

My heartbeat quickened at her words. I rushed into the ward and found her sitting on the bed, wires attached to her frail body. She was desperately trying to pull them off, crying hysterically.

"Kuku," I called softly.

She looked up at me with tear-filled eyes.
"Maan, Maan."

Without a second thought, I rushed to her and hugged her tightly.
"Shh, I'm here. Your Maan is here."

Her arms wrapped around me, clinging to me with all her strength.

"I thought I would lose you. It was so terrifying. I... I'm alive," she said, her voice trembling.

"Yes, you're alive, and you're healthy now, my love." I kissed her forehead, holding her close, never wanting to let go.
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Present time:

We no longer live in Mumbai. Three years ago, Abhijeet convinced us to live as official royals and join the joint family. I wasn't entirely on board with the idea, but Kavya's happiness and my mother's meant everything to me.
Kavya wanted to experience the love and warmth of a joint family, and my mother was excited too.

Now, Sidharth handles the Mumbai branch. I miss him dearly. He has been through a lot, especially with his relationship and his parents.

We were all seated at the dining table for lunch. Kavya was beside me, and Manya was on my lap. My mother, Agastya, and Kiara were also seated with us. Abhinav sat nearby with Vihan, Abhijeet and Kritika's son, on his lap.
Rajmata sat among us with a displeased expression, undoubtedly because of her son.

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