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he temple was filled with a serene and divine atmosphere as everyone stood before Bappa, performing the aarti with devotion. The rhythmic clinking of bells and the soft chanting of prayers created an aura of peace. The warm glow of the diyas illuminated their faces, reflecting their heartfelt prayers.
Aruhi was in Agastya's arms, her tiny hands clasped together as she watched the aarti. As Adhrika stepped forward for her turn, Aruhi's voice rang out with childlike enthusiasm.
Agastya turned to look at her, a tender smile forming on his lips. There was something so pure, so innocent in her words that it warmed his heart instantly.
He stepped forward, his hands reaching for the aarti thal, and Aruhi eagerly placed her small hands over his, joining him in offering prayers. The flame flickered, casting a golden hue on their faces as they moved the thal in a circular motion together. The moment was simple, yet profoundly beautiful-one that etched itself into their hearts.
As the aarti concluded, everyone folded their hands and closed their eyes in prayer.
Aruhi, her tiny fingers curled together in devotion, whispered in her heart,
"Bappa... mumma aul Mr. Handsome ko sath rakhna plead..."
She squeezed her eyes shut, lost in her little world of innocent wishes.
"Don't know but I like Mr. Handsome more and now I want ki mumma unke sath lahe... mumma khut hoti e... wo dab unte tat hoti e..."
Her soft prayers carried a weight beyond her years, a silent plea to the heavens.
Meanwhile, Agastya, standing beside her, was lost in his own prayer, his heart heavy with emotions. His eyes remained closed as he whispered with unwavering faith,
"Bas meri Rikaa mere sath rahe... aur meri Ruhi... meri har duaaon me humesha Rikaa thi aur ab meri beti bhi hai... bas in dono ko mere sath rakhna, Bappa... Maine aapko zindagi me kabhi kuch nahi manga, par aaj mangta hoon... main meri cupcake aur meri Rikaa ko mangta hoon..."
A silent sigh escaped him as the depth of his emotions washed over him. This wasn't just a prayer; it was his entire world folded into a few words-a desperate plea for the two people who meant everything to him.
And then, there was Adhrika, standing nearby, her eyes glistening as she, too, prayed in the depths of her heart.
"Meri Aruhi ko humesha is duniya ki sari khushiya dena, Bhagwan ji... aur Agastya humesha khush rahe... unhe humesha khush rakhna... chahe main rahu ya naa rahu..."
