My Sunshine ✨️

Part - 53

A week passed. During this time, Priyanka’s family took care of her like a fragile doll, not allowing her to step foot on the floor for even a moment, despite her insistence that she was fine. They hovered over her with love and concern, making sure she was comfortable.

Ankit, meanwhile, made it a point to visit Priyanka every day. Each morning, he would drop Ansh off at her place before heading to the office, and in the evening, he would return to pick him up after the little one had fallen asleep. Ansh had become very attached to staying close to his mumma, and it gave Priyanka a sense of peace to have him near her. The routine also allowed Priyanka and Ankit to spend more time together, even if it was quiet and without many words.

Though they didn’t speak much, there was a comfort in their silence. The space between them was filled with an understanding that didn’t require words. It was a silence that spoke volumes, a silence that calmed the quiet ache in both their hearts. They didn’t need to express their feelings aloud, just being in each other’s presence, without any pressure, was enough to soothe their longing souls.

Priyanka had fully recovered from her injuries, and the stitches were finally removed. She was back to her usual self.

One evening, Ankit arrived early at Priyanka’s house. As soon as he stepped inside, he frowned, noticing the unusually quiet atmosphere. The house that was typically filled with the sounds of Ansh and Nidhi playing, laughing, and running around was now silent. He glanced around, looking for anyone, and then made his way toward Priyanka's room.

When he entered, his lips curved into a smile at the sight before him. Ansh was sitting on Priyanka's lap, deeply focused as she helped him paint. The soft colors and the quiet moment between mother and son felt peaceful, yet it was a contrast to the usual lively chaos that filled the house.

"Ahem..." Ankit cleared his throat, announcing his presence.

Both Priyanka and Ansh turned toward him. Ansh’s face instantly lit up with a bright smile. Without hesitation, he jumped down from Priyanka’s lap and ran toward Ankit, shouting excitedly, "Papa.... "

Ankit bent down, lifting Ansh into his arms and planting a kiss on his cheek,

"What’s my Ansh doing?" Ankit asked with a smile, his voice soft as he looked at his son.

"Me and Mumma are doing painting! Come, I'll show you!" Ansh said eagerly, his face lighting up with excitement. He grabbed Ankit's hand and tugged him toward Priyanka, who was watching the father son duo with a soft, affectionate smile.

Ankit followed, his gaze shifting between the painting and the two people he loved most. He looked at the colorful picture and then at Ansh and Priyanka, both waiting for his reaction.

"See, Papa! This is you, me, and Mumma," Ansh said, pointing to the painting with pride. "Mumma helped me paint our family."

Ankit’s heart swelled as he looked at the small, innocent depiction of their family, simple but meaningful. He bent down to Ansh’s level and spoke softly, "Yes, Ansh. Only your MUMMA can help us make OUR FAMILY," he said, emphasizing each word with deep emotion and a tenderness.

Priyanka froze at his words. She looked up sharply, her breath catching in her throat. Ankit’s eyes were locked on hers, filled with an intensity she hadn’t expected. It was as if his words carried a weight far deeper than the simple statement about the painting. Priyanka felt a flutter in her chest, and her heart skipped a beat as she understood the unspoken meaning behind his words.

She quickly looked down, swallowing hard, trying to steady herself under the weight of his gaze.

"Papa, I’ll go show this painting to Nana and Nani!" Ansh said excitedly, rushing out of the room while proudly holding up his artwork.