Janki:- his little ardhangini +18

chapter 1

Author's POV

In a small house, inside a dimly lit room, a woman was crying in pain, clutching the bedsheet tightly beneath her.

"Ahhh!" she screamed.

Several women were around her, helping her through the labor. One gently wiped her tears and forehead, while another whispered encouragingly,

"Thoda aur, Rupa... bas thoda aur."

Rupa cried out and pushed with all her strength until suddenly, the room echoed with the sharp, sweet cry of a newborn.

A faint smile appeared on Rupa's exhausted face as she slowly closed her eyes. All eyes turned toward the little baby girl, who looked angelic despite her tears. The dai ma (midwife) rubbed the baby's chest, patted her head gently, then turned toward Rupa.

"Main Dinesh ko batakar aati hoon," she said softly.

Fear spread across Rupa's face as she instinctively clutched her daughter to her chest.

As dai ma stepped outside, she bowed respectfully before the Sarpanch family, standing tall and proud.

"Badhai ho, kanya hui hai," she announced.

Dinesh's face turned red with rage. He was about to storm into the room when Badi Thakurain stepped forward, blocking him. She removed a heavy gold necklace from around her neck and handed it to dai ma, who smiled, bowed again, and left quietly.

The entire Thakur family entered the room.

Rupa had been dressed properly and respectfully covered. Meanwhile, the newborn baby was wrapped in a soft, worn cotton cloth, blinking and adjusting to the light. Dinesh was glaring at Rupa, his anger evident, while she sat silently, already consumed by fear.

Suddenly, Savitri (Badi Thakurain) spoke.

"Hum teri beti ka haath apne Vikram ke liye maang rahe hain."

Dinesh's eyes widened in shock. Rupa looked equally stunned.

A small six-year-old boy stood silently nearby, watching the newborn curiously. He walked closer, leaned in, and touched her soft cheek. The baby smiled in sleep

Something stirred in Vikram's heart-something he couldn't understand, but he already felt the urge to protect her. The little boy was unknowingly beginning to grow possessive.

"Malkin... chhoti mooh badi baat, par hamari ladki aapke ghar mein janke laayak hai?" Dinesh said bitterly, disgust evident in his tone. He had always hated the idea of having a daughter.

Before he could say more, Vikram suddenly shouted,

"Dobara meri hone wali lugai ke baare mein aisa bola, toh dekh lena Dinesh!"

There was fire in his young eyes. He had already claimed her as his.

Badi Thakurain smiled with pride and said,

"Idhar aa, Vikram."

He walked up to his grandmother. She leaned down and asked gently,

"Pasand aayi?"

"Ji," he replied with a firm nod.

She kissed his forehead lovingly and said,

"Toh ja... ab iska naam bhi rakh de."

Vikram frowned a little, then turned to the baby, who once again giggled as she looked at him. He carefully picked her up in his small arms and declared,

"Janki Vikramaditya Thakur."

A small, fragile smile appeared on Rupa's lips. She looked at Badi Thakurain and nodded, silently acknowledging the moment. Badi Thakurain smiled too, remembering how Rupa had once saved her life.