This isn't just a thought it's a feeling that I have for him. He may not hear me or love me back the way I love him, adore him. But what I feel towards him that feeling or you must say he is inseparable from me and my thoughts.
He is the fruit that I gain after a lot of patience, pain, agony, stress, and discomfort. But I am not bitching about it at all I am just reliving my days of past when I was told that I almost lost him, that he was going away from me.
Those feelings left me at the same moment when he came into my arms. He wasn't able to speak at that time but his eyes when they looked at me, when his hands tried to discover my face I felt in heaven.
He was the little 'Armaan' I wanted from my life. My baby.
Just then her thoughts Broke with the man walking towards her 'Armaan'
And the "HIM" I was talking about was our son ', Ansh Malik'
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