His Replaced Dhulhan || 18+ ✔

|41.| Epilogue (2)

The future ahead of us
(Completion of scenes I wanted in the book)

New Beginnings

*Two Years Later...*

Vansh's pov
(The whole chapter)

I paced back and forth in the delivery room, my eyes fixed on Kashvi's pain-ridden face. Her contractions were getting closer, and I could see the agony etched on her features.

"Vansh, breathe," she whispered, her hand reaching out for mine.

I grasped it tightly, trying to calm myself down. But I couldn't shake off the fear and tension.

"How much longer?" I demanded, directing my question at the doctor.

The doctor, a middle-aged man with a kind face, smiled reassuringly. "Not long now, Mr. Vansh. The baby is almost here."

I glared at him, my jealousy spiking. Who was this man to be looking at my wife, touching her?

"Can't you give her something for the pain?" I snapped.

"We're doing everything we can, Mr. Vansh," the doctor replied patiently.

Kashvi squeezed my hand. "Vansh, it's okay. I'm okay."

But she wasn't okay. She was in agony, and I felt helpless.

Just then, the doctor instructed Kashvi to push. I watched, my heart racing, as Kashvi's face contorted with effort.

"Once more, Kashvi," the doctor encouraged.

With a final push, the room erupted in a cacophony of sounds – the baby's first cry, the nurse's congratulations, and Kashvi's exhausted sigh.

I stood frozen, my eyes locked on the tiny, wriggling creature in the nurse's arms.

"We have a baby boy," the doctor announced.

Kashvi's eyes met mine, tears streaming down her face. "We did it, Vansh."

But I couldn't speak. Emotions overwhelmed me – joy, fear, and a deep-seated protectiveness.

As the nurse handed me my son, I felt my heart expand.

But my gaze snapped back to the doctor, still standing beside Kashvi.

"Can you leave now?" I asked gruffly.

The doctor smiled. "Of course, Mr. Vansh. Congratulations again."

As he exited the room, I turned to Kashvi.

"Are you okay?" I whispered.

Kashvi nodded, her eyes shining. "I'm perfect."

I leaned in, kissing her forehead.

"We're a family now."

As I gazed at my newborn son, a flurry of thoughts swirled in my mind. I envisioned his future – the schools he'd attend, the sports he'd play, the woman he'd marry. I saw Kashvi and me, hand in hand, guiding him through life's ups and downs.

"Kashvi, have you thought about his name?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Kashvi smiled, her eyes closed. "Arav, after your grandfather."

I nodded, my throat constricting. "Perfect."

As I held Arav close, memories flooded my mind – Kashvi's book launch, our late-night conversations, our laughter-filled mornings. Our life had been a whirlwind of love, creativity, and growth.