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Not in my wildest dreams had I imagined living a life like this. For most of my years, I had been consumed by the fire of revenge, convinced that nothing else mattered-that love, peace, and happiness were luxuries meant for someone else. But then... Avni happened.

She didn't just walk into my life. She broke through it. Like sunlight piercing through the thickest storm clouds, she lit up corners of my heart I didn't even know existed. She didn't ask for anything-just gave, loved, and healed. And now, she had given me two more reasons to breathe, to live, to dream-our little sunshines. Our twin sons.

Yes. Twins.

It still feels surreal. We didn't know at first. The doctor had looked at us with a smile during the second sonography and said, "There are two heartbeats." I remember the way Avni gasped, her hand flying to her mouth, and the way my own heart forgot how to beat for a second. Two heartbeats. Two lives growing inside her.

Everyone in the family had burst with excitement, but even amidst the happiness, a part of me had grown more protective-more fearful. And that fear only deepened the day she went into labor.

That day is etched into my memory like a scar. The horror, the helplessness... nothing had prepared me for it. I was there, holding her hand, as she cried and screamed, her body drenched in sweat, her strength unraveling with each contraction. I watched her push through the kind of pain that would break most people, and she did it twice.

Even now, I can't think about it without feeling the chill run down my spine. I wanted to cry, scream, beg the world to make it stop-but she kept going. For our children. For us.

I'm not ashamed to admit that I never want to put her through that again. I don't know how any man could witness that and remain unchanged. I know I didn't.

She used to joke about wanting a big family. But now, with two beautiful sons in our arms, I know-we're complete. I don't want more. I don't need more.

What I do need... is her. Avni. The woman who bore the unbearable just to gift me the most precious moments of my life.

She gave me a family. A home. A heart that beats for something more than revenge-for love, for legacy.

As I held both my sons in my arms, the priest chanted mantras beside me. Avni sat just a little away, draped in a soft pastel saree, her beauty effortless, timeless. But today, there was a different glow to her-a maternal warmth, a quiet strength. I couldn't take my eyes off her.