After Some Days:
Anjali was still in the hospital. Thankfully, the baby had survived—it was nothing short of a miracle. She lay in bed, gazing out the window, lost in thought. The soft creak of the door caught her attention.
"Uh—voh... yeh Maa ne bheja hai," Aryan said hesitantly, placing the lunchbox on the side table. He seemed unsure, his eyes avoiding hers, and he turned to leave.
Just as he was about to step out, Anjali reached out and gently held his hand.
"Aaj tum khilaaoge nahi? Ya phir... ab pyaar nahi karte..." She stopped mid-sentence, noticing his sudden hiccups.
"Idhar dekho. Ro kyu rahe ho? Jaan, idhar dekho," she coaxed softly.
At her words, Aryan turned toward her, his face crumpling with emotion. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around her stomach and began crying uncontrollably.
"Shh... jaan, aise roge toh hamara baby sochega ki papa kitne rondu hain," she teased gently, running her fingers through his hair.
Aryan sniffled like a child, his voice breaking.
"Maine... kabhi tumhe dhoka dene ka soch bhi nahi sakta. Main marna pasand karunga, lekin tumhe dhoka dena nahi."
Anjali cupped his face, forcing him to meet her gaze. "Agar tumne aisi marne-marne ki baatein ki na, toh tumse pehle main mar jaungi!" she said with a pout.
Aryan couldn't help but smile faintly through his tears. Without warning, he leaned in and kissed her pouting lips, pouring all his love and regret into the gesture.
"I'll never let you go," he whispered, their foreheads touching.
"Aur agar tum kabhi chali bhi gayi... toh main tumhare peeche-peeche aa jaunga."
Their eyes locked, and for a moment, the world outside seemed to disappear. They leaned in, sharing a soft, lingering kiss.
Suddenly, a loud growl from Anjali's stomach broke the moment, and they both burst into laughter.
"Baby keh raha hai, 'Mumma-Papa, kissing baad mein karte rehna; mujhe bhook lagi hai!'" Anjali said, giggling.
Aryan chuckled and opened the lunchbox, beginning to feed her. "Vaise... kya lagta hai?" she asked, her cheeks puffed with food as she chewed.
"Kya-kya lagta hai?" Aryan asked, smiling at her childlike innocence.
"Ladka hoga ya ladki?" she questioned, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
Aryan pretended to think for a moment, then said, "Hmmm... mujhe toh ladki chahiye. Par hona toh tumhari tarah chahiye—golu-molu." He grinned and kissed her cheek.
"Haww! Kya matlab tum mujhe moti keh rahe ho?" she huffed dramatically, narrowing her eyes.
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Romance"Drenched Hearts" Anjali, a passionate poetess, and Aryan, the son of a renowned businessman, crossed paths at an art exhibition. Their first encounter was accidental-a splash of ink from Anjali's hand stained Aryan's shirt. But fate had other plans...
