The atmosphere in Poddar House was brimming with joy and celebration as Abhira and Armaan entered, carrying the baby wrapped in soft, delicate blankets. Relatives and family members gathered around, their faces lit with excitement and delight. Abhira's eyes shone with joy, yet a hint of worry lingered beneath the surface. She couldn't help but cast a sideways glance at Armaan.
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As the family welcomed them, Abhira's tone turned from joyful to contemplative, addressing Armaan in a low, yet taunting voice.
Abhira (softly): "Ruhi... I wonder how she is. She has no idea that her baby is no more. I hope she doesn't have to suffer more when she wakes up..." She said this, though her tone hinted at a cruel irony, a hidden taunt that stung the air around her.
Armaan's face tightened. He knew Abhira's words masked an unease he shared but tried to hide for her sake. He reached out, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.
Armaan: "Abhira, please... let's not dwell on this now. Let's just... let's just be grateful that you're safe, and we have our child with us."
Abhira nodded, looking away, her lips pressed tightly as though holding back something she wanted to say. Just then, Dadisaa took the baby in her arms, cooing softly and rocking him as she looked down at his tiny face with immense affection.
Dadisaa: "Look at him! He has Armaan's eyes, doesn't he?" she said, laughing as she held the baby up for everyone to admire. "And that little nose... pure Poddar charm."
Across the room, Rohit watched the scene, his face a portrait of pain he tried so hard to mask. His heart ached as he observed his own son being celebrated as if he belonged to someone else. The laughter, the joy, even Dadisaa's words-all cut into him like a silent knife.
Rohit's POV:
"This... this was supposed to be our joy, Ruhi's and mine. Our child, the one we prayed for... held by others, adored by others. I wanted you to hold him, Ruhi, not Abhira bhabhi's . They call him their own... and I can't even protest. How do I face Ruhi when she wakes up? Will she ever forgive me?" The pain of losing his child to the hands of destiny, and now to the hands of Abhira, was unbearable. He fought the urge to speak out, to tell them all the truth, but the weight of the secret paralyzed him.
Rohit (in his mind, to himself): "This isn't their baby. It's mine... It's Ruhi's. But they'll never know, will they? They'll never know the agony of watching your child being taken from you... and being forced to live with it every day.""
"How do I bear this, Ruhi? Watching everyone surround our son, yet not knowing who he truly belongs to. The truth feels like it's breaking me piece by piece. But I can't... I can't change anything now for the time being. Not while you lie there... helpless and alone."
Swallowing hard, Rohit quietly retreated to his room, feeling the weight of his sorrow grow heavier with each step. He entered the dimly lit room, where Ruhi lay in the bed, surrounded by the quiet hum of medical machines, her face pale and peaceful. A lump formed in his throat as he looked down at her.
