"Yuvraj, please," I whispered, my voice breaking. "Don't do this."
"Get up," he ordered, his voice as cold as ice.
Tears streamed down my face. "Please, I'll do anything. Just don't make me-"
"Step on the glass," he interrupted, his eyes burning wit...
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A New Beginning
It had been three years since Yuvraj and I rebuilt our lives together. In those years, we'd grown in ways I never thought possible. From the pain and heartbreak of our early days to the quiet joy of our present, every step brought us closer to where we were meant to be.
Today was one of those steps—a monumental one.
We were sitting in the office of Sunshine Orphanage, a warm, inviting place filled with laughter and hope. The walls were covered with colorful drawings, some of them signed with tiny, uneven letters by the children who lived here. I could hear their giggles echoing faintly in the halls.
Yuvraj sat beside me, holding my hand tightly as we went through the adoption forms. His hand was warm and steady, his presence a constant anchor in my life.
"What do you think, Aisha?" he asked, his voice soft.
I looked up from the papers. "About what?"
"A girl or a boy?" he clarified, his eyes searching mine.
I smiled, my heart swelling with affection. "A girl," I said without hesitation. "I've always dreamed of having a daughter."
He grinned. "Good. I want a girl too. Someone we can spoil rotten."
I laughed, the sound light and unburdened. "And teach her to be strong, just like you taught me."
The Wait
The paperwork was extensive—forms, interviews, background checks—but we were ready to do whatever it took. We left the orphanage that day with hope in our hearts, though the waiting period stretched endlessly before us.
Days turned into weeks, and just when the anticipation was becoming unbearable, the phone rang.
The Call
I was in the kitchen, preparing tea, when Yuvraj answered the call. I saw his face light up as he listened, his eyes glistening with emotion.
He hung up and turned to me, his voice trembling with excitement. "Aisha, they've approved our application. We can adopt!"
My heart skipped a beat. Tears filled my eyes as I rushed into his arms. "We did it, Yuvraj. We're going to be parents."
A few days later, we were back at the orphanage, walking through the halls with nervous anticipation. The caretaker led us to the playroom, where children of all ages were playing with toys, laughing, and chatting.
"Here she is," the caretaker said, gesturing to a tiny girl sitting quietly on a mat, clutching a stuffed elephant.
She was beautiful. Her hair was dark and curly, her big brown eyes filled with curiosity as she looked up at us. She was small, just over a year old, and something about her fragile, innocent demeanor tugged at my heart.
