YOU NEVER WALK ALONE

61-Date

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(Target pura hoga ki nahi is Janam mai, chapters mai💁🏻‍♀️ *sighs*)

After the little celebration with everyone, Rashvik's chachu and chachi stayed back for dinner. The family simply refused to let go of the baby girl, each one taking turns to cradle her, teasing Manya with playful grins and exaggerated affection.

"We're keeping her," Rakshit declared, snuggling the baby tighter, "You can come visit on weekends!"

Manya rolled her eyes with mock exasperation. "Haan haan, as if I'll let her go even for a second."

Most of the evening, however, the baby stayed nestled in Rashvik's arms. He held her gently but firmly, refusing to part with her for even a moment. His gaze was soft, full of wonder and tenderness, his entire being wrapped around the presence of the tiny soul in his arms.

Rashvik had always been fond of children. But ever since the arrival of Pichu, he'd come to deeply understand what it truly meant to have and raise a child-the weight of responsibility, the immeasurable love, the small joys hidden in everyday chaos.

Sarakshi watched him the whole time, admiration shining in her eyes and a gentle smile plastered on her face. To her, there was nothing more beautiful than seeing the man she loved become the kind of father every child deserved.

After dinner, as people gathered near the door to leave, Rajiv suddenly held up a hand. "Wait, wait!" he said, disappearing upstairs.

He returned moments later, carrying a bundle of crisp notes wrapped neatly in an envelope. Without a word, he placed it gently on the baby girl's chest and bent down to bless her forehead.

"Bade papa, what is this!" Manya protested, her eyes widening in mock disapproval as she glared at him with a playful daughterly gaze.

Rajiv smiled, hugging her sideways. "Ssshhh... It's for my granddaughter," he said fondly, patting her back. As she bent down to touch his feet, he stopped her mid-action, shaking his head.

"And this is from mami-mamu," Sarakshi added, stepping forward with Rashvik by her side. She opened a small box, revealing delicate silver accessories-tiny bangles, a pair of anklets, and a thin gold chain. each one crafted with love and care. The family jeweller had delivered them that very moment, just as they'd planned.

Manya stared at them in disbelief. "Why are you all doing this?" her eyes asked, and before the words left her lips, Rashvik shot her a warning glare that made her clamp her mouth shut.

"Ab nahi aungi main yaha," Manya said dramatically, crossing her arms, "Aap log bina matlab ke gifts dete ho!"

(I'll not come here, You people give gifts for no reason!)

A burst of laughter echoed through the room.

One by one, the family trickled out with warm hugs and lingering goodbyes. And suddenly, the house felt quiet not the kind of silence that weighed heavy with sorrow, but a stillness that came after a day full of warmth and celebration. It was a silence filled with meaning of new beginnings, of lives forever changed.

Yet, the family knew how to fill the quiet. They always did.

Later that night, after the last of the laughter had faded and the clinking of dishes had quieted in the kitchen, the house settled into a warm, sleepy hush. The glow of ceiling lights cast a golden sheen across the living room, and for a few moments, all that could be heard was the soft murmuring of conversations.

Then, with a mischievous glint in his eye, Rakshit reached for the remote and turned on the speaker. A sudden blast of music-rhythmic and infectious-broke through the silence.