Genral:
SUNSHINE COUPLE
SECOND MARRIAGE + SINGLE MOTHER
PROFESSOR X STUDENT
ROMANCE + DRAMA AND FUN
Aashvi's life had always been charmed. Born into a family that seemingly had everything, she married her childhood love,
believing in the fairy tale...
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The gentle morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, wrapping the room in a warm, golden embrace. Aashvi reclined on the hospital bed, her posture reflecting both exhaustion and a fragile sense of peace. The soft hum of the monitors and the occasional distant chatter of hospital staff filled the air.
Despite the stillness, her heart was anything but calm. Her eyes drifted to the crib beside her bed, where her newborn son lay in serene slumber, his tiny chest rising and falling with every breath. His innocence was disarming, a small miracle she hadn't fully allowed herself to comprehend.
She exhaled slowly, her heart swelling with a mix of gratitude and an ache that was hard to define. This little being, so pure and untainted, had brought her a joy she hadn't thought possible, but he also carried the weight of her fractured past. The thought was both beautiful and unbearable.
The soft click of the door broke through her reverie. She turned her head, wincing slightly at the tug of pain in her lower abdomen. Vraj stepped into the room, his presence steady and unassuming. He carried a tray, the steam from a bowl of soup curling upward like tendrils, filling the room with the faint aroma of vegetables and spices. His expression was a blend of tenderness and determination, a quiet resolve that made her chest tighten in ways she couldn't explain.
He approached without a word, placing the tray carefully on the small table beside her bed. As he did, his eyes flicked to her, noting the stiffness in her posture, the way she clenched her jaw against the discomfort. Without hesitation, he leaned forward and adjusted the pillows behind her, his touch gentle and deliberate.
"Ruko,"
he murmured, his voice a low reassurance. The concern in his tone was palpable, a balm to her wearied soul. He straightened up and gestured to the tray.
"Ashu, kuch kha lo. Doctor ne bola tha ki strength zaruri hai."
The sound of her childhood nickname caught her off guard, softening the edges of her guarded heart. Ashu. It felt foreign and familiar at once, pulling her back to simpler times when her dreams were unbroken and her heart unscarred. A faint smile tugged at her lips, unbidden, but it was fleeting. The name also carried a weight, a painful reminder of who she used to be—before the promises, the betrayal, and the aching void that followed.
"Main theek hoon,"
she murmured, but the tremor in her voice betrayed her. She wasn't sure if she was trying to convince him or herself. She avoided his gaze, afraid he might see through the mask she wore, but Vraj wasn't one to miss the small details.
