you are my dream come true(completed)✅️

sapno ki dehleez pe dil ki baaji reh shehnaai

As the days inched closer to the arrival of their little one, nervous excitement filled the air in Randhir and Sanyukta's home. Randhir, being the conscientious partner, had read about the challenges of labor and wanted to be as prepared as possible. In an attempt to understand what Sanyukta might go through during labor, he devised a rather unconventional plan - a mock labor pain session.

One evening, he approached Sanyukta with a quirky grin. "Love, I've been thinking. How about we try something fun and educational? A little simulation of what labor might feel like."

Sanyukta, initially perplexed, raised an eyebrow. "A simulation? Are you serious?"

Randhir nodded, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Absolutely. It'll be like a practice run. You know, to prepare us both."

With a mixture of amusement and curiosity, Sanyukta agreed. Randhir transformed their living room into a makeshift labor ward, complete with pillows, blankets, and even a timer on his phone.

"Now, let's begin," he declared, handing her a remote control. "Press this whenever you feel a 'contraction' starting. We'll time it, just like they do in the real thing."

As the mock labor commenced, Randhir began reading out funny anecdotes and jokes to distract Sanyukta during her 'contractions.' However, it quickly became apparent that his efforts to mimic labor pain were more comical than accurate.

"Ouch!" Sanyukta exclaimed, gripping a pillow. "Is this how it's supposed to feel?"

Randhir, trying to maintain a serious face, replied, "Well, the books say it varies for everyone. Some find it amusing."

Amusement turned into laughter as Sanyukta couldn't help but giggle at the absurdity of the situation. Randhir, attempting to be the supportive partner, fetched snacks and tried different methods to ease her 'pain.'

"Let's try some breathing exercises," he suggested, holding an imaginary fan.

Sanyukta played along, taking deep breaths between laughter. "I think I prefer the real deal, Randhir."

As the mock labor session continued, it became evident that despite their attempts to replicate the experience, the actual journey would be unique and unpredictable. Amidst the laughter and light-hearted banter, Randhir and Sanyukta shared a moment of connection - an acknowledgment of the challenges ahead and the joy of facing them together.

Eventually, the 'labor' concluded, and they collapsed on the makeshift labor bed, still chuckling. "Well, that was certainly an experience," Sanyukta remarked.

Randhir, grinning, replied, "Only a glimpse of what's to come, my love. But one thing's for sure - we'll tackle it as a team, with laughter and love."

And so, their quirky and endearing mock labor session became a cherished memory, a testament to their bond and readiness for the unpredictable adventure of parenthood that awaited them.

In the midst of their laughter and light-hearted banter, a sudden shift in the atmosphere caught both Randhir and Sanyukta off guard. Sanyukta, in the midst of their playful moment, felt a sharp pain, different from the mock contractions they had just simulated. A realization dawned on her - this was no longer part of the simulation; it was the real deal.

Her cheerful expression turned into a wince of discomfort, and she clutched her stomach. Randhir, momentarily oblivious to the abrupt change, chuckled, "You're still in character, huh? That was impressive!"

Sanyukta shot him a look that could freeze time. "Randhir, I'm not acting. This is real!"

His eyes widened in genuine surprise, and a sudden nervousness replaced his earlier amusement. "Wait, what? Are you serious?"

Sanyukta, now breathing through the pain, snapped, "Yes, I am serious, Randhir! We need to go to the hospital. This baby is not waiting for our comedy show!"

As the gravity of the situation sunk in, Randhir's initial amusement morphed into a frozen state of shock. He stood there, deer in the headlights, as Sanyukta attempted to snap him out of his stupor.

"Randhir!" she shouted, her tone a mix of irritation and urgency. "Snap out of it! We need to go!"

His eyes darted around, trying to comprehend the reality of the moment. Sanyukta, losing patience, gave him a sharp slap on the cheek. It wasn't out of anger but a desperate attempt to bring him back to the present.

The slap, though not too forceful, had the desired effect. Randhir blinked, the shock receding, replaced by a flurry of activity. "Right, right, the hospital!" he stammered, frantically grabbing their pre-packed bags.

Sanyukta winced through another contraction but managed a sarcastic quip, "I hope you don't freeze at the delivery room door like you did just now!"

Randhir, now fully in panic mode, rushed to her side. "I promise, no freezing. Let's get you to the hospital, now!"

In the whirlwind of nerves, excitement, and urgency, they made their way to the hospital, the reality of impending parenthood hitting them like a tidal wave. It was a stark contrast to the playful simulation they had just engaged in, a transition from laughter to the profound reality of welcoming a new life into the world.

The hospital corridors echoed with the sounds of urgency as Randhir and Sanyukta arrived. Randhir, holding tightly onto Sanyukta's hand, navigated through the labyrinthine hallways, his mind racing with a mix of anxiety and excitement.

Once they reached the delivery room, the medical staff took charge. Sanyukta was prepped for the delivery, and Randhir, donned in the signature green scrubs, stood by her side, providing whatever support he could.

As the labor progressed, conversations in the room were a mix of medical instructions, Sanyukta's controlled breathing, and Randhir's reassurances. The doctor, a calming presence in the midst of the storm, guided them through each step.

"You're doing great, Sanyukta. Just a few more pushes," the doctor encouraged.

Randhir, holding Sanyukta's hand, whispered words of encouragement, his eyes reflecting a blend of awe and trepidation. "You're amazing, love. We're almost there."

The air was charged with anticipation, the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor merging with Sanyukta's determined efforts.

And then, in a crescendo of emotions, the moment arrived. The doctor's announcement cut through the room. "Here comes the head. One final push!"

Sanyukta, summoning all her strength, pushed with everything she had. Randhir's grip tightened, his heart pounding in synchrony with the beeping monitor.

And then, in a miracle of life, the room resonated with the sound of a baby's first cry. Time seemed to pause as the tiny, fragile being was placed in the waiting hands of the medical team.

"It's a boy!" the doctor proclaimed, holding the newborn as the nurse began the necessary checks.

The emotional dam within Randhir burst open. Tears streamed down his face, a mix of overwhelming joy, relief, and an inexplicable sense of responsibility.

"He's perfect," the nurse assured, handing the baby to Sanyukta.

As Sanyukta cradled their son for the first time, her eyes brimming with tears of sheer happiness, Randhir could hardly believe the magnitude of the moment. His voice, choked with emotion, managed a whisper, "We did it, Sanyukta. Our little family."

He reached for his phone, hands trembling with excitement, and called Vidushi and their friends. The news spread like wildfire, and soon, the delivery room door swung open to a flood of eager faces, all beaming with joy.

The doctor, in a moment of shared celebration, declared, "Congratulations, you two. You have a healthy, beautiful baby boy!"

The room filled with applause and heartfelt congratulations, the culmination of months of anticipation and countless emotions. The newborn, wrapped in a soft blanket, was the center of the universe for the new parents, and the start of a journey that would redefine the meaning of their lives.