The Taneja family was excitedly buzzing as they discussed Aahan and Arushi's wedding preparations.
Laughter and chatter filled the air, creating a warm and lively atmosphere.
"Arushi, tumhare papa nahi aayenge?" Mrs. Taneja asked curiously.
Arushi hesitated, her lips parting to reply, but before she could say anything, a voice echoed from behind, firm yet filled with affection, "Uske papa yahin hain."
Everyone turned toward the source of the voice. It was Mr. and Mrs. Verma, standing at the doorway, their faces glowing with warm smiles.
They stepped forward, their gaze softening as they looked at Arushi and Anjali, who stood nearby holding the baby girl. Mr. Verma's voice trembled slightly with emotion as he said,
"Meri ek nahi, do-do betiyan hain."
Arushi's eyes filled with tears, her heart pounding as years of longing and hurt melted away in that single moment. She rushed forward and hugged them tightly, her tears soaking into their embrace.
Mrs. Verma gently stroked her hair, whispering, "Beta, maaf kar do... humse bohot galtiyan hui hain."
For those who didn't know, Arushi's parents had divorced years ago and remarried, becoming so absorbed in their new lives that they had drifted away from her.
Anjali, standing nearby, wiped a tear as she held her baby girl close. Aryan, watching the scene unfold, gently placed a hand on her shoulder. She turned to him, her eyes brimming with gratitude and unease.
"Sab kuch theek lag raha hai, Aryan?" she asked softly, her voice laced with a strange fear.
Aryan frowned slightly, sensing her unease. "Kya hua, Anjali? Tum itni pareshaan kyun lag rahi ho?"
"Pata nahi... bas aisa lag raha hai jaise kuch galat hone wala hai," she admitted, clutching the baby closer.
Aryan wrapped his arms around her, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Kuch bhi galat nahi hoga. Main hoon tumhare saath, hamesha."
The next morning, Aryan and Anjali prepared to leave for her regular checkup.
The baby girl was left in the loving care of the family, but the parting wasn't easy.
Anjali knelt beside the crib, her fingers brushing against her daughter's soft cheeks.
"Mumma bas thodi der ke liye ja rahi hai, okay? Tumhe sab sambhalenge," she whispered, her voice breaking slightly.
The baby cooed in response, her tiny hand reaching out to grab Anjali's finger. Aryan crouched beside her, placing a reassuring hand on her back.
"She'll be fine, Anjali. Sab ghar pe hain."
Arushi, however, couldn't shake her own unease. She approached Anjali, her expression serious.
"Anjali, mujhe lagta hai tujhe aaj nahi jaana chahiye. Mera dil kuch ajeeb sa keh raha hai."
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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...
