"Every beat of my heart echoes your. Name; loving you is the most thrilling diagnosis I've ever encountered".
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𖤐Evan Oberoi is a cardiologist. "He knows how to cure hearts but also knows how to...
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"Congratulations it's a girl". The nurse says with a baby girl wrapped in a pink towel, Who is crying
"You can all meet the mother of the baby".She says and gives the baby to Evan's mother.
"Let's go inside'. Evan's mother says to him, who is in shock after seeing his daughter, who is crying continuously.
Tara pushes him inside the room, and he walks further to meet his wife, who is unconscious and wrapped in sweat.
He wipes her sweaty face with a towel. Kiss her forehead. "Thank you so much" he whispered against her forehead.
"Bhai she is so cute". Tara says and extends the baby girl towards him. He raised his eyebrows
As he took his baby girl into his arms, his breath hitched. She was so tiny, so soft, her little fingers curling into a fist as if to grab his heart and never let go. Her rosy cheeks and fluttering eyelashes melted every ounce of strength he thought he had. She was perfect—a dream he never believed would come true.
But with every passing second, his nerves got the better of him. His hands trembled as he tried to cradle her just right. "She's so small... so delicate," he thought, his heart racing. "What if I hurt her? What if I’m not good enough for her?"
He glanced at his wife, her tired eyes filled with warmth and love. She gave him a soft, encouraging smile, as if to say, You’ve got this. But the weight of responsibility bore down on him. This tiny human, this miracle, was now his to protect and cherish.
Carefully, he bent down and placed the baby back into his wife’s arms, exhaling shakily as if he’d just completed the hardest task of his life. He gave his daughter one last, tender look, his chest tight with love and fear.
And then, it hit him—everything all at once. The joy, the responsibility, the sheer awe of becoming a father. His knees buckled, and the room seemed to tilt. Before he could say a word, his vision blurred, and he crumpled to the floor.
"Did he just faint?" the nurse whispered, startled.
Liana chuckled softly, stroking their daughter’s cheek. "I can't believe he fainted," she said.
"Liana, let me wipe your face with the wet towel." Her mother in law says, and she smiles and nods.
"Thank you for giving the angel to us, bhabhi," Tara says; on the other hand, Aarav is dragging his brother to the couch. Cause he fainted.
"Bhabhi, bhai probably fainted because of excitement. He always wanted to have a daughter". Tara says, and Liana chuckles while caressing the small hair on their baby girl's forehead.
"Your dad is not like that. You are the first one who makes him fainted by your looks". Liana says and kisses her forehead.
Aarav tries to wake his brother by throwing the water droplets on his face. His eyes opened, and he glanced at the hospital room.
