The last weeks of pregnancy had changed everything.
Adhya moved slower now. The world around her seemed softer, quieter—as if everyone instinctively stepped more carefully around the life she carried. Her belly was full and round, the unmistakable sign that their child could arrive any day.
And Advitya had become... insufferably attentive.
Not that she complained.
Morning sunlight spilled across the living room as Adhya tried to stand up from the sofa.
"Wait," Advitya said instantly, appearing beside her as if summoned by instinct. "Don't rush."
Adhya rolled her eyes.
"Advitya, I'm pregnant. Not made of glass."
"Same difference," he replied calmly, sliding one arm behind her back and the other beneath her elbow to help her up.
She huffed but allowed it.
Over the past weeks, he had taken over nearly everything—cooking, grocery runs, cleaning, even tying her shoelaces when bending became difficult. The once cold and calculating man now hovered around her like a protective shadow.
He placed a hand gently over her stomach.
The baby kicked.
Advitya froze for a moment before a slow smile spread across his face.
"He's already as dramatic as his mother," he murmured.
Adhya swatted his arm lightly.
"He is not dramatic."
Another kick.
Advitya leaned closer.
"You heard that? That was definitely agreement with me."
Adhya laughed, the sound warm and bright.
For a moment, life felt perfect.
Later that afternoon, they stopped near a small marketplace.
Adhya wanted fresh fruit.
Advitya guided her carefully toward a bench outside a shop.
"Stay here," he said firmly. "I'll be back in two minutes."
"I can walk—"
"No," he interrupted. "Two minutes."
She watched him disappear into the shop with a small shake of her head.
Then something caught her eye.
Across the street.
Her breath stopped.
A man stood near a small corner store.
Tall.
Familiar.
Jahangir Siddiqui.
And beside him—
A boy.
Curly hair.
Small shoulders.
The way he turned his head
dhya's heart slammed against her ribs.
"Aryan..."
Her voice was barely a whisper.
It couldn't be.
But it was.
Aryan was standing beside Jahangir.
Alive.
Right there.
Without thinking, Adhya pushed herself off the bench.
Her body protested instantly. Her back ached, her steps heavy, but adrenaline drowned
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Transcendent Love (Sequel: A Namesake Couple)
RomanceIt's a sequel and second book of the series. After Advitya's death , Adhya has moved to Amsterdam. She started living with her bodyguard brother Jaideep and Her friend (now sister in law )Jade. Adhya is also a mother to a 3 year old boy... She has j...
