Sarpanch's Biwi • 18+ [Completed✓]

Epilogue

Chaandni raat me ekbar tujhe dekha hai,
Khud pe itraate hue, khud se sharmate hue,
Chandni raat me,
Ekbaar tujhe dekha hai

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The night sky was adorned with stars, twinkling like diamonds scattered across a velvet cloth.

The air was fragrant with the sweet scent of marigolds and the soft glow of lanterns illuminated the courtyard of Priya’s parental home, where laughter and joy filled the air as families gathered to celebrate the Teej festival.

Inside her bedroom, Priya sat comfortably on a plush cushion, cradling her four-month-old baby boy, Rajveer, in her arms. The soft lull of music and chatter echoed in the background as she gently fed him, a serene smile gracing her lips.

Rajveer's tiny fingers wrapped around her thumb, his eyes wide with innocence and wonder, captivating her heart anew.

As she gazed down at him, memories flooded her mind—especially the day he was born, a day etched into her heart forever.

The day had dawned heavy with anticipation.

Priya’s contractions began early in the morning, sharp waves of pain that caused her breath to hitch. Abhigyan had been by her side every moment, his own heart racing with anxiety and love. His hands had been a constant presence, holding hers tightly as they navigated the storm of emotions.

“Gehri saans lo, Priya. Aap toh itni majboot hai.”

“Breathe, Priya. You’re so strong,”
he whispered, his voice steady, though his eyes betrayed his worry.

He watched as her face contorted with pain, each contraction drawing them closer to their miracle yet making it all feel so painfully real.

Hours seemed to stretch into eternity, each moment heavy with uncertainty. When the time finally came, Priya felt a rush of strength surge through her, a determination to bring their child into the world.

With every push, she felt Abhigyan's unwavering support, his whispers of encouragement wrapping around her like a protective blanket.

But the pain was relentless, unlike anything she had ever experienced. Just when she thought she couldn’t go on, Abhigyan leaned in closer, brushing his lips against her forehead, grounding her.

“Hum yahin hain, Priya. Aap kar sakti hai, jaan.”

“I’m right here, Priya. You can do it.”

With a final surge of energy, Priya released a cry that echoed through the room, and suddenly, the world shifted.

Rajveer’s cries filled the air—a sound so pure and powerful that it drowned out all her pain. Tears streamed down Priya’s face as she held him for the first time, his tiny body swaddled in a soft blanket. Abhigyan, overcome with emotion, kissed her forehead, both of them lost in the miracle they had created.

Since that day, life had transformed in ways Priya had only dreamed of.

Becoming a mother was both challenging and enchanting. The sleepless nights were filled with gentle whispers and the soft coos of Rajveer, and each day brought new milestones—his first smile, the way he’d grip her finger as if to say he was ready to take on the world.

Abhigyan’s life had transformed in ways he never anticipated since Rajveer’s birth too.

Each morning begins with a sense of purpose that fueled his every action. The once-quiet moments of solitude were now filled with the soft sounds of cooing and laughter, bringing an infectious joy that lit up their home. He found himself cherishing the simplest of tasks, from changing diapers to rocking our baby to sleep, each moment steeped in a profound sense of fulfillment.