𝑬𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆

A Happy Ending ?

Two years had passed since that painful night, the night when Maan made the most difficult decision of his life. Time had softened the wounds, though the scars remained, reminding them of what they had lost. But life, as always, found a way to move forward.

Anaya stood in the backyard of their home, the early morning sun casting a golden glow around her. The garden was blooming, filled with the fragrant jasmine flowers she loved so much. Maan had planted them for her, knowing how they brought her comfort. She gently placed her hands on her belly, feeling the life growing inside her. A tear slipped down her cheek, not of sorrow but of gratitude.

Maan walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder. "You're thinking about them again, aren't you?"

She nodded. "I always do. But today... today feels different."

He pressed a soft kiss to her temple. "That's because today is a new beginning."

She turned in his arms, looking into his warm, loving eyes. "Maan... are you scared?"

He shook his head with a small smile. "No. Because this time, I know you'll be okay. And that's all that matters."

She let out a soft laugh, placing her hands over his. "I love you."

"I love you more," he whispered, kissing her forehead.

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Months passed, and their home was filled with preparations for the arrival of their little ones. Yes, not just one—but two. A boy and a girl. The news had been both shocking and overwhelmingly joyful for them. After everything they had been through, life was finally blessing them with double the happiness.

Anaya's pregnancy had been smooth, though Maan was overly cautious at every step. He refused to let her lift anything heavy, made sure she rested enough, and even learned how to cook some of her favorite dishes just so she wouldn't have to stand too long in the kitchen.

One afternoon, she found him struggling in the kitchen, trying to roll out chapatis.

She leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, amused. "Need help?"

He turned around, flour smudged on his face, a helpless expression in his eyes. "I was trying to surprise you. But clearly, I'm terrible at this."

She walked up to him, laughing. "Let me do it."

He shook his head. "No. Let this husband of yours help you."

She blushed, remembering those same words from two years ago. Back then, she had been drowning in grief. Now, she was drowning in love.

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The day finally arrived. After hours of labor, their home was filled with the cries of two newborns—a boy and a girl. Maan held them in his arms, his eyes filled with unshed tears. He looked at Anaya, exhausted but glowing with happiness.

"They're perfect," he whispered.

She smiled weakly. "We finally have our family, Maan."

He kissed her hand, overwhelmed with love. "Yes. And I promise you, I will protect them, love them, and cherish every single moment."

As Anaya looked at their babies, she felt something shift inside her—a peace she hadn't felt in years. She wasn't just a mother who had lost; she was now a mother who had gained.

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Life had changed beautifully. The once silent home was now filled with laughter, baby giggles, and the pitter-patter of tiny feet. Their son, Ayaan, was a mischievous little boy, always keeping Maan on his toes. Their daughter, Aaravi, was calmer, always clinging to her mother.

Anaya's relationship with Maan's mother had also changed. The woman who once disapproved of her was now one of her biggest supporters. She had seen Anaya's pain, her strength, and her love for Maan. And when the babies were born, all past grievances seemed to melt away.

One evening, as Anaya was putting the twins to sleep, Maan's mother came and sat beside her. "You've given this family so much, beta," she said softly. "And I was wrong about you. I see now how much you love my son, and how much he loves you."

Anaya turned to her, eyes filled with emotion. "I only ever wanted to be a part of this family."

Maan's mother took her hands in hers. "And you are. Always."

Years later, Maan watched as Ayaan and Aaravi ran around the garden, their laughter echoing in the air. He turned to Anaya, who sat beside him, her hand resting in his.

"We've come a long way," he said, squeezing her fingers.

She smiled, leaning her head against his shoulder. "Yes. And I wouldn't change a thing."

As the sun set, casting a golden hue over their home, Maan realized that happiness wasn't about having a perfect life. It was about overcoming pain, holding on to love, and cherishing every moment with the people who mattered the most.

And with Anaya by his side, their two little miracles running around, he knew—this was the life he had always dreamed of.

"He married her for revenge, but fate had other plans. In her pain, he found his own redemption. And in his love, she found the happiness she had long been denied. Sometimes, the deepest wounds heal with the most unexpected love."

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A Bittersweet Goodbye

And just like that, this journey comes to an end. What started as a simple idea turned into a world filled with emotions, conflicts, love, and unforgettable moments. Writing this book was a rollercoaster of feelings—joy, excitement, nervousness, and now, this bittersweet ache of letting it go.

This was my first book, my first step into the world of storytelling, and I never expected the love and support it would receive. Every chapter, every word, was written with passion, and knowing that it resonated with so many of you means the world to me.

Even as I write these final lines, my heart is heavy, my eyes a little teary—because saying goodbye to these characters, this story, is not easy. But endings are just new beginnings in disguise. So, while this book finds its final page, my journey as a writer continues.

Thank you for being a part of this journey. Thank you for reading, for loving these characters as much as I did, for every comment, every message, every bit of encouragement. This book may be ending, but the memories it created will stay forever.

With all my love,
Author vanshi.