AKSHU's POV:

(4 months later)

As I carefully made my way down the stairs, my hand instinctively rested on my swollen belly. Eight months pregnant, and today was the day of my  God bharai—the celebration of our little one who was soon to arrive. I could hear the lively beats of the dhol, even before I reached the bottom. The entire house was buzzing with excitement, and the sound filled my heart with warmth.

I glanced down at the vibrant saree I was wearing, its intricate patterns and ornaments adding to the festive atmosphere. It wasn't just another day—this was a day to celebrate not only me, but the little life growing inside me. I felt both nervous and overjoyed as I reached the bottom step, where Veer was waiting for me.

He stepped forward, a soft smile playing on his lips, and said in a gentle, loving tone, "Jadon tu mere samne aundi hai na, lagda hai swarg da farishta zameen te utar aaya hai."

[When you come in front of me, it feels like an angel from heaven has descended to earth.]

[Ek aisa admirer toh mai bhi deserve krti hu😭🤌🏻]

His voice was filled with affection, making my heart flutter as I smiled shyly at him. He whispered, guiding me towards the room where everyone had gathered. "Are you okay? Comfortable?"

I nodded, smiling back at him. "A little tired, but really excited."

As we walked into the room, I was greeted by a flurry of love and excitement from Veer's family. Maa and Dadiji rushed forward, guiding me to a seat in the middle of the room—a special chair adorned with flowers and drapes. It felt like I was sitting on a throne, surrounded by all the women in the family. They were smiling, laughing, and ready to shower me with blessings.

The dhol beats grew louder, and the songs of the elder women filled the air with joy. I could feel the love in every note, every word they sang, celebrating motherhood and the joy of bringing new life into the world. It was overwhelming in the best way possible.

Maa stepped forward first, tying a red thread around my wrist—a kalava, a sacred symbol for protection. She smiled warmly at me, her eyes soft with emotion as she placed the thread. One by one, the other women followed, each giving me blessings for a safe delivery and a healthy baby. They placed vibrant bangles on my wrists—red, green, and gold glass bangles that jingled with every movement I made.

"Every time these bangles clink, the baby will know how much he/she's loved," one of Veer's aunts said with a wink, making me smile. I felt their love in every touch, every gesture.

Then came the gifts—so many gifts. Gold bangles, sarees, fruits, sweets—my lap was soon overflowing with the offerings. It wasn't just about the material gifts; it was the warmth and blessings that made everything feel so special. They gently touched my belly, murmuring prayers for the baby, wishing for a long and happy life. I felt so incredibly loved.

The bangle ceremony was particularly special. One by one, the women slid colorful glass bangles onto my wrists, each one a symbol of their blessings for me and the baby. The clinking sound was like music, and I couldn't help but smile as my arms filled with the vibrant bangles. It was said that the sound would soothe the baby, a reminder of the world waiting to welcome them.

Then, as if on cue, the real fun began—bhangra and giddha! The women couldn't help themselves. The dhol beats took over, and soon they were dancing and singing traditional Punjabi boliyan. The energy was contagious, and I couldn't stop laughing as they teased me about sleepless nights and how my life was going to change once the baby arrived. Even Veer got pulled into the dance circle at one point, and I watched as he tried to match their energetic steps, laughing along with everyone.

Amidst the dancing, Maa handed him a sweet laddoo and motioned for him to feed it to me. He stepped forward, offering it with that same loving smile that always made my heart melt. "Here, this is for you and the little one," he said softly.

I took a bite, smiling at him with love. Before I could say anything, I heard dadiji's voice, teasing, "Dekho toh, veer bhi bacche ke aane pe kaise chamak raha hai !"

[See, the glow on veer's face before baby's arrival]

Veer's chuckle was deep, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Haan, dadi," he replied, looking at me with a playful smile, "Sab meri biwi ka kamaal hai !"

I blushed, pretending to glare at him, but inside, my heart was full. Even through the playful teasing and the jokes, I knew that this was a celebration not just of me, but of us—of the love we had for each other and for our soon-to-arrive baby.

As the ceremony continued, the room was filled with laughter, music, and the warm embrace of family. I looked down at the bangles on my wrists, the blessings in my lap, and my heart swelled with gratitude. This was my day—our day—and every moment was more perfect than the last.

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VEER's POV: (2 weeks before the estimated delivery date)

I was sitting on the couch, working on my laptop when I heard Akshu's soft voice cut through the quietness of the room. She was standing in front of the large mirror, her hand resting on her swollen belly, her reflection filled with doubt.

"Veer, will you still love me if I get fat like a balloon after delivery?" Her voice wavered, and when I looked up, I saw her eyes glistening, on the verge of tears.

My heart clenched at the sight. I closed the laptop, placing it aside, and looked at her with nothing but love. "Akshu," I said softly, "whichever version of you exists, I will love them all."

[I'm Not crying 😭🤌🏻💗]

She turned, giving me that adorable pout, but I knew she was fishing for something more. "So, you mean I'm fat right now?" she teased, still pouting.

Before I could respond, the atmosphere shifted. Her face contorted in pain, and she screamed, her voice echoing through the room. "Aaahh! Veer... aah, my—my water broke!"

[Finally baby incoming💃🏻💃🏻]

I jolted from my seat, my heart racing as I rushed towards her. "Akshu! It's okay, I'm here," I said, trying to stay calm, but the panic in my chest was impossible to ignore.

I quickly grabbed her, holding her steady as her body tensed with another wave of pain. I pulled out my phone and dialed Riansh with trembling hands. He answered on the second ring, and before he could say anything, I barked, "Riansh! Akshu's water broke! We need to get to the hospital right now."

Within minutes, Riansh appeared, and together we hurried Akshu into the car. Her breathing was heavy, and I could see the tears streaming down her face as the pain intensified. I held her hand tightly, trying to reassure her even though my own heart was pounding. "I'm here, sweetheart, I'm right here," I whispered, though I knew nothing I said could ease the pain she was in.

Akshu's cries broke through the silence of the car ride, each one making me feel more helpless. All I could do was hold her hand, trying to keep her calm, but the look of pain in her eyes tore me apart. I wished I could do something, anything, to take it away.

As we sped toward the hospital, I kept my focus on her, silently praying for everything to be okay. My heart pounded with fear and love all at once, knowing that in a few hours, we'd finally meet our little one.

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As soon as we reached the hospital, the chaos around us became a blur. Nurses and doctors quickly took over, guiding Akshu onto a stretcher as I hurried beside her, gripping her hand tightly. Her cries of pain were heartbreaking, and I wished I could take it all away.

"Breathe, Akshu. Just keep breathing," I whispered, trying to stay calm, but inside, I was falling apart seeing her like this. Every contraction made her wince, and my heart shattered each time.

The nurses wheeled her into the delivery room, and I was instructed to wait outside. It was the hardest thing I've ever done—letting go of her hand, even for a moment. She looked at me with fear in her eyes, her voice barely a whisper, "Veer, don't leave me."

"I'm right here, love. I'll be right here, waiting for you. You're so strong, Akshu. I love you," I reassured her, even though every fiber of my being wanted to rush in there and be by her side.

As the door closed behind her, I found myself pacing in the waiting room, my heart pounding in my chest. Time seemed to crawl as I sat there, every second feeling like an eternity. I could hear faint sounds of doctors and nurses, but all I could focus on was Akshu—hoping, praying that she and the baby would be safe.

Minutes felt like hours until, finally, a nurse came out with a reassuring smile. "Your wife is doing well, Mr. Singhaniya. She's in the final stages of labor."

Relief flooded through me, but the anxiety didn't leave. I stood up, restless, my mind racing with thoughts of Akshu and the baby. Moments later, I heard it—a faint but powerful cry that echoed through the hallway. My heart stopped for a moment, then started racing again. It was the sound of our baby, our little miracle.

As soon as the nurse announced, "Congratulations, Mr. Singhaniya, you're the father of a healthy baby boy," my heart swelled with overwhelming emotion. I stood there, staring at Akshu as she held our son in her arms. He was so tiny, so perfect.

[Haaye nazar na lage Chote Veeru ko😭🧿🧿]

I took a step closer, feeling like the ground beneath me wasn't even real. My legs felt wobbly, my chest tight with emotions I couldn't even begin to explain. Akshu looked up at me with tired but joyful eyes, her face glowing despite the exhaustion. "Veer, look at him... our little boy," she whispered softly.

I nodded, trying to hold back the flood of emotions, but the sight of my son, our baby boy, made everything in the world stand still. He was so small, his little fingers curling around Akshu's thumb. I reached out to touch his soft skin, and the reality of it all hit me like a wave. I was a father—a dad.

And then, just like that, everything went black.

[Ye succhi mafia nhi h😭✋🏻]

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When I opened my eyes, I found myself lying on a hospital bed, a nurse fanning me while Akshu was laughing softly from her bed, holding our son. "Baby...see your Da-da fainted!" she teased, her smile playful despite the fatigue.

"Yeah... I guess I did," I admitted sheepishly, rubbing my head. "He's just... so delicate."

Akshu chuckled. "Well, your son already has you wrapped around his finger, huh?"

I sat up slowly, feeling the weight of the moment return. I glanced over at my wife, who was glowing with pride and love, and then down at our son, realizing that, yes—I had fainted, but it was only because the love I felt for them both was just too much to handle all at once.

I approached them slowly, my heart overwhelmed with emotion. I looked down at our son, so small and fragile, and I couldn't believe that this tiny, perfect little being was ours. I carefully reached out, my hand trembling as I touched his soft skin for the first time.

"He's beautiful, Akshu," I choked out, tears falling freely now. I leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to Akshu's forehead, my heart bursting with love for both of them. "You were amazing, sweetheart. I'm so proud of you."

Akshu smiled weakly, her eyes still glistening. "We did it, Veer. He's finally here."

I couldn't find the words to describe how I felt at that moment—relief, love, gratitude. Everything I'd ever wanted was right here, in this room, with Akshu and our baby. I sat beside her, wrapping my arms around both of them, feeling the weight of this incredible moment settle in.

Our family had just grown by one, and I knew, without a doubt, that my heart had never been fuller.

Finally our Little Veeru, I mean AARAV SINGHANIYA has arrived.😭🧿❤️

Congratulations Veerakshu.💃🏻💗

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