VOWS OF MARRIAGE | ✔ [Under Editing]

56 | Finally Home

🪞MIRA🪞

If, years ago, someone had told me that I'd have my own family who would love me and accept me for who I am-I would've laughed in their face. My former, colder self might've even slapped them and wished them to rot in hell. But now, sitting in this car, heading back to the palace I've come to call home, maybe I should've listened to that person. Because right now, everything felt like it was straight out of a dream, like a fairytale we all have secretly wished for. A vision of happiness I never dared to imagine for myself.

After all, who would have imagined that someday I'd be blessed with a family of my own? A family that would open their hearts to me and love me like their own daughter? Who could have imagined that I'd have a husband who loves me to the moon and back, who would stand by my side through every hardship? Who could have ever prayed for me to open my heart and love someone so deeply, in a way that I couldn't even begin to put into words?

And now, that love has blessed Siddharth and me with a beautiful miracle, our daughter, our Advika.

My gaze dropped to my daughter, and it felt as though my heart was upswing with love as she let out the tiniest yawn.

I had cried happy tears in the O.T. when I heard her first cry. On any other day, her crying might have worried me, but that day? It marked the beginning of a new life, a life I brought into the world, and witnessing her smallest yawns and feeling her tiny fingers wrap around mine for the first time had made my heart so full that it might have burst if not taken good care of.

I couldn't fathom how quickly the past nine months had passed. It was hard to grasp that Advi was now in our arms and no longer in my womb. Though I would miss those little kicks, I have been eager to welcome the joy and laughter that would soon echo through our home and even the cries that would break our hearts. I was ready to embrace it all with open arms.

Becoming a mother was beautiful, but embracing motherhood felt ethereal.

From the moment I first held Advi in my arms, I gained a new identity, an identity as a mother. It was as if my heart had grown, making a place for her that felt larger than the entire universe.

It was like stepping into a new world, one I hadn't even known existed until I gave birth to Advika.

When I looked at her, I saw the entire universe within her, as if she had become our whole world. There was an overwhelming feeling rushing through me, a kind of love that was so immense as if it was almost too much to contain.

I had thought I knew what love was when I fell in love with Siddharth, but this... this love I had nurtured for my daughter was different. It wasn't just in my heart; it was in every part of me. It was in my bones, in my soul, present in every breath I took. It was inscribed in every beat of my heart. I wondered, did all mothers feel this way?

Did all mothers have this instinct, this superpower, to know how their child felt?

I lifted my finger and gently traced the adorable frown on Advi's face as if she were trying to make sense of the gibberish her father was speaking.