Yeh Mera Deewanapan Hai🍂🏵️🍂

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2nd May 2002

Brijraj paced the hospital corridor anxiously, his usually calm demeanor fraught with worry.

Each time Sangeeta's cries echoed from the labor room, his heart clenched, and sweat gathered on his forehead.

She was in pain, bringing their children into the world, and he felt utterly helpless.

Despite his strength, this moment-knowing Sangeeta was enduring so much-left him feeling vulnerable.

It was a monumental moment for him.

After two years of marriage, he was about to become a father to twins.

The news of twins had been the most joyous revelation of his life, and now the overwhelming thought of finally holding them tugged at him, making him barely able to contain his emotions.

As he continued pacing, memories flooded his mind.

He remembered the bitter sting he had felt a year into their marriage when his mother taunted Sangeeta about not giving the family any "good news."

The words had affected him, not because of the societal expectations but because Sangeeta had suffered through it silently, bearing the taunts alone.

At that time, they hadn't even consummated their marriage, a fact that would have shielded her from such hurt if only his family had known.

Yet, it was Sangeeta who bore the brunt of their disappointment.

He had realized then that his wife's quiet tears affected him deeply.

The restless nights he spent after seeing her in pain had made it clear that he could not bear her suffering.

He recalled that night alone with her in the house.

The family had gone to a wedding, but Sangeeta had stayed back to be by his side, knowing he had important work to tend to.

It was her quiet devotion, the unspoken promise to care for him, that finally cracked open his heart.

He'd realized that night how much he had wronged her, pushing away the woman who had selflessly loved him.

That evening had been beautiful.

It was the night they had come close, finally consummating their marriage.

He had felt something that went beyond respect-an admiration and a growing affection for her.

For Sangeeta, it had been a night where her love was reciprocated in the smallest yet most meaningful ways.

Months later, when they discovered she was pregnant, it had been an overwhelming moment for both of them.

He remembered his mother hoping for a son, but his heart had yearned for a daughter.

Watching his niece, Shruti, play around the house with her tiny feet had always filled him with a warmth he couldn't describe.

But Giriraj's disregard for Shruti just because she was a girl unsettled him deeply.

He knew he would be different.

He would cherish his daughters, raise them with love and respect, regardless of others' biases.

His thoughts snapped back to the present as he heard the piercing cries of newborns from inside the room.

The cries of his children. His heart stopped for a moment, then thudded with exhilaration.

The doctor emerged with a gentle smile.