AKSHU's POV:

As I sat on the soft grass of our garden, basking in the warmth of the morning sun, Veer and I were chatting about the little things, laughing about how quickly life had changed after Aarav came into our world and soon we will welcome our new born 6 months later. Our three-year-old bundle of joy was playing nearby, his innocent giggles filling the air.

Suddenly, Aarav toddled toward us with an album in his tiny hands. The wedding album. I smiled softly as I watched him approach. His curious eyes, so full of wonder, were a constant reminder of how much we had grown as a family. Veer, noticing him, swiftly lifted Aarav by his armpits, making him squeal with laughter before gently placing him between us.

Aarav's small fingers started flipping through the pages. He was fascinated by the colors, the people, the moments captured forever. Then, as he came across a picture of our wedding day—me in my bridal lehenga, and Veer standing beside me, looking proud—he tilted his head in confusion. His innocent voice rang out, "Mumma, Dada, where am I?"

[The reel scene appeared😭🤌🏻❤️]

I felt my heart clench a little, both in surprise and joy. Veer chuckled, looking at our son with a smile that melted my heart. "You were in Mumma's tummy then," Veer explained, his voice warm and affectionate.

But Aarav, being the curious little boy he was, didn't seem satisfied. His wide eyes turned to me, his tiny lips pouting slightly. "But I want to see Mumma pletty-pletty," he insisted, his voice a soft plea that made me want to scoop him into my arms and never let go.

Tears stung my eyes as I looked at Veer, but before I could respond, Veer turned to me with that playful smile that always managed to reach his eyes. "Biwi," he began in a teasing tone, "let's get married again."

His words were simple, but they hit me straight in the heart. I blinked, trying to keep the tears from spilling over, but it was no use. The emotions washed over me—memories of our journey, the love we had built, the family we had created, and the man who stood by me through it all.

I glanced at Aarav, his little face still full of expectation, and then at Veer, who was watching me with a mixture of amusement and affection. "Married again?" I whispered, my voice barely holding steady.

Veer nodded, pulling me closer. "Yes, let's get married again. For Aarav... and for us."

I couldn't hold back the tears anymore. I leaned my head against Veer's shoulder, feeling the warmth of his presence and the love we shared. "I'd marry you again and again, every single day," I whispered back, my heart full.

Aarav, oblivious to the emotions between us, looked up, confused by my tears. "Mumma?" he asked, his tiny hand patting my arm gently.

I smiled through my tears and kissed his forehead. "Mumma's just very happy, Aarav."

In that moment, I knew—our love had come full circle, and everything I needed was right here with me. Veer, Aarav, and the growing life in my womb. The memories we would continue to make, together.

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Wedding Day

VEER'S POV:

I stood at the entrance of the Gurdwara, the sacred place where we got married for the first time, my heart thudding against my chest. The calm atmosphere, the soft hum of prayers, and the gentle fragrance of marigolds filled the air, grounding me in this perfect moment. I hadn't imagined we'd be here again, not like this, renewing our vows. But now that we were, it felt as if every piece of our story had led us right here.

I glanced down at Aarav, who was standing with me, looking at the door eagerly. He was excited, probably not fully understanding what was happening but knowing it was something special. Then the door opened, and there she was—Akshu, walking down the aisle with Aarav holding her hand.

My breath caught in my throat. She was beautiful, more than words could ever capture. The sunlight filtered through the Gurdwara windows, casting a soft glow around her, almost as if she was radiating with an ethereal light. My heart swelled with emotion, so full of love that I had to blink away the tears forming in my eyes. The woman I loved more than life itself was walking toward me, and our little boy, the perfect reflection of our love, was right by her side.

As Akshu walked down the aisle, her hand gently held by Aarav, the soft chanting of the Gurdwara echoed around us, creating a serene and sacred atmosphere. My heart raced as I watched them come closer, Akshu's every step felt like an eternity. She looked ethereal in her soft pink bridal lehenga, her dupatta draped elegantly over her head, the golden embroidery catching the sunlight. But what caught my attention the most were her eyes—glimmering with unshed tears, holding so much emotion, so much love.

Aarav walked confidently beside her, clutching her hand with a proud grin. His little blue kurta made him look so adorable, and yet, in that moment, he looked mature—like he understood how special this moment was.

As they finally reached me, Akshu's eyes met mine. She was trembling slightly, her emotions on the surface, and I could feel mine rising too. But before I could take her hand, Aarav stepped between us, his tiny face scrunched up in a serious expression. Without a word, he gently placed Akshu's hand into mine, his small hand on top of ours as if sealing us together.

Then, in his sweet, innocent voice, Aarav said, "Dada, don't make Mumma cry ever."

[Ha-ha yebhi wahi scene h jo tum dekh kr yaha aaye ho]

I froze for a moment, his words wrapping around my heart, tightening everything inside me. My throat clenched, and I could see Akshu's eyes glistening again, this time with pure, uncontainable emotion. I knelt down to Aarav's level, gently cupping his cheek as I whispered, "I promise, champ. I'll never make her cry, only smile."

Aarav nodded, satisfied, before stepping back and letting me pull Akshu closer.

The ceremony began, the sacred prayers filling the air as we sat together, side by side. As Akshu and I walked around the Guru Granth Sahib, hand in hand, my mind couldn't help but slip back to that day years ago. The first time I had seen her in this very Gurdwara, draped in a vibrant red dupatta, oblivious to my presence.

That day, she had come to the Gurdwara, lost in her own thoughts, praying quietly. I remember how every fiber of my being was drawn to her, unable to stay away. My obsession was powerful, uncontrollable. Without thinking, I had followed her every step, and when I noticed her dupatta trailing behind her, I instinctively reached for it, gripping the fabric tightly in my hands.

I walked behind her in the most sacred act—an unspoken, invisible bond forming between us. She had no idea that in my mind, I had already claimed her, that I was walking the path of a wedding without her knowledge. As the fabric of her chunni brushed against my fingers, I knew, in that moment, I wanted her, needed her in my life, no matter what.

The weight of that memory now hit me as we circled the Guru Granth Sahib for real this time, Akshu by my side, fully aware of the vows we were making. But back then, it had been different—my obsession had driven me to make that silent, secret promise. And now, standing beside her, I felt the magnitude of it all.

This was where my journey to have her had begun, unknowingly binding us together in a moment she had never known about. It wasn't love then—it was desire, control. But now, as I looked at her, walking beside me with such grace, with Aarav watching us, the love I felt was stronger than any obsession could ever be.

I squeezed her hand slightly as we took another step around the holy book, the past swirling in my mind. This time, it wasn't about possession. It was about devotion. The boy who had once followed her silently, driven by obsession, had transformed into the man standing beside her, ready to give her everything.

As we finished the last circle, I whispered softly, almost as if confessing, "The first time I walked behind you, you didn't know. But now... now, I'll always walk beside you, Akshu."

She looked at me, tears filling her eyes, but I knew she felt the shift, the depth of the promises we had made today. This time, there were no secrets—just love. 

When the ceremony concluded, I pulled her into an embrace, holding her close as if trying to imprint this moment into my very soul. I leaned down, and with my lips against her ear, I whispered, "I will spend the rest of my life making you, Aarav and our baby happy, Akshu. You're everything."

She let out a soft sob, but it wasn't sadness—it was the kind of emotion that makes your heart feel full to bursting. Her arms tightened around me, and for a moment, it was just us. Just me, her, and our little boy, who had given us a promise of love as pure as this moment.

We pulled back slightly, our foreheads touching, and I could see the admiration in her eyes. I whispered softly, "Congratulations, WIFEY!!"

[Do you get Deja vu?😭❤️]

I smiled, brushing away the tear from her cheek. She replied with the same emotion, "Congratultaions, HUBBY!!"

Together, we turned toward Aarav, who was watching us with wide, curious eyes. I reached down and picked him up, pulling him into our hug. And as the three of us stood there, united in love, I knew this was the beginning of another beautiful chapter in our story.

Finally the first epilogue Guys😭❤️🤌🏻

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