As the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, Aarav found himself trapped in a nightmare of Maya and Sumitra's making. The effects of the drugs had taken a toll on his mind, leaving him powerless to resist their manipulation and control. Each day seemed to blur into the next, his sense of self slipping further and further away.

Alone in his room one evening, Aarav's gaze fell upon a gleaming knife lying on the table, its sharp edge beckoning to him like a siren's call. With a heavy heart and a mind clouded by despair, he reached out, his trembling hand closing around the cold metal.

"I can't... I can't take this anymore," Aarav muttered to himself, his voice barely above a whisper as he raised the knife to his wrist, the glint of its blade reflecting the turmoil raging within him.

But just as he was about to succumb to the darkness that threatened to consume him, a gentle voice broke through the silence, piercing through the haze of his despair.

"Aarav beta, kya kar rahe ho tum?" Sharda's voice was filled with concern as she entered the room, her eyes widening in horror at the sight before her.

Aarav froze, the knife slipping from his grasp as he turned to face Sharda, his eyes brimming with tears. "Kaki... I-I can't... I can't go on like this. I'm tired of being a puppet, of being controlled by Maya and Sumitra," he choked out, his voice trembling with emotion.

Sharda's heart shattered as she witnessed Aarav's pain, her own eyes welling up with tears as she hurried to his side, enfolding him in a warm embrace. "Aarav beta, nahi iss tarah jeevan khatam nahi karte," she whispered softly, her voice filled with love and reassurance as she gently wiped away his tears.

Feeling the weight of her words, Aarav's grip on the knife loosened, his despair momentarily overshadowed by Sharda's unwavering support. He allowed himself to be enveloped in her embrace, finding solace in her comforting presence.

As Sharda gently pulled away, she reached for a cherished photograph frame resting nearby, the image of Aarav's parents smiling back at them. With trembling hands, she offered it to him, her eyes filled with tenderness.

"Inhone tumhe janam diya hai aur iss jeevan ko khatam karne ka haq sirf inke paas hai," Sharda said softly, her words carrying the weight of a lifetime of love and wisdom.

Aarav's gaze lingered on the photograph, his heart heavy with longing for the parents he had lost. Tears welled up in his eyes as he clutched the frame to his chest, feeling their presence surround him like a warm embrace.

In that moment, as he held onto the memories of his parents, Aarav found a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness that threatened to consume him.

Sumitra stood at the doorway, her eyes narrowing with rage as she witnessed Sharda's intervention, her carefully laid plans crumbling before her eyes. The sight of Aarav clutching the photograph frame, tears streaming down his face, filled her with a burning fury.

"How dare you interfere!" Sumitra's voice was a venomous hiss as she stormed into the room, her anger palpable in the air.

Sharda stood her ground, her expression resolute as she faced Sumitra's wrath head-on. "main nahi dekh sakti usey apni zindagi khatam karte hue main har baar aapke plan ko issi tarah barbaad karungi" she declared, her voice unwavering despite the tremor of fear that gripped her heart.

Sumitra's eyes blazed with fury as she glared at Sharda, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. "You meddlesome woman! tum do kaudi ki aaya... isey bachaogi kabtak??" she spat, her words laced with contempt.

Aarav looked up, his eyes filled with confusion and fear as he watched the confrontation unfold before him. He knew that Sumitra's anger would only bring more pain and suffering, and he silently prayed for Sharda's safety.

But Sharda stood her ground, her resolve unyielding as she faced Sumitra's wrath with courage and determination. "jabtak zinda hun.. ek din bhagwaan ko taras aayega aur wo Aarav ko takaat denge tumse aur uss Maya se ladne ki.." she said, her voice filled with conviction.

Sumitra's face contorted with rage, her fists trembling with fury as she struggled to contain her anger. "You'll regret this, Sharda. Mark my words," she snarled, her voice dripping with malice as she stormed out of the room, leaving behind a trail of bitterness and resentment.

As the echoes of Sumitra's threats faded into the distance, Sharda turned to Aarav, her eyes filled with concern. "Are you alright, beta?" she asked, her voice gentle as she reached out to comfort him.

Aarav nodded silently, his heart heavy with gratitude for Sharda's unwavering support.

A week later, Aarav's resignation hung heavy in the air as Maya presented the papers before him, her triumph evident in the smug curl of her lips. Without a word, Aarav accepted the documents, his silence a testament to the defeat that had settled deep within his soul.

Maya's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she watched Aarav sign the papers without protest, her victory complete. She exchanged a knowing glance with Sumitra, their shared satisfaction palpable as they reveled in their newfound control over Aarav's fate.

For Aarav, the act of signing his name felt like a final surrender, a relinquishing of his autonomy in the face of forces beyond his control. With each stroke of the pen, he felt a piece of himself slip away, consumed by the overwhelming tide of despair that threatened to engulf him.

And as Maya and Sumitra celebrated their conquest, Aarav stood silent and defeated, a mere puppet in their cruel game of power and manipulation. In that moment, he knew that his fate was no longer his own, but rather a pawn to be wielded at the whims of those who sought to break him.

With a heavy heart, Sharda stepped out of the house and made her way to the nearby temple, her thoughts consumed by the weight of her worries for Aarav. As she entered the sanctuary, she approached the altar with a sense of reverence, seeking solace in the presence of the divine.

With clasped hands and bowed head, Sharda closed her eyes in silent prayer, her words a heartfelt plea to the heavens above. "Aapne uske maa baap, uske dost sab chenn liye jeeye toh kiske liye? Koi asha dikhayie, Kanhaji... mere toote hue Aarav ke vishwas ko jagayie," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.

In the stillness of the temple, Sharda poured out her heart, her prayers a desperate cry for guidance and strength. She prayed for Aarav's well-being, for the restoration of his shattered faith, and for the light of hope to illuminate his path once more.

As she lingered in prayer, a sense of peace washed over Sharda, a quiet reassurance that her words had been heard. With renewed determination, she vowed to continue supporting Aarav with all the love and devotion in her heart, trusting that divine grace would guide them through the darkness and into the light of a brighter tomorrow.

As Aarav diligently went about his chores, his mind heavy with the burden of his troubles, he was startled by a sudden thud behind him. Turning around, he saw Maya collapsing to the floor, her face drained of color.

"Maya!" Aarav rushed to her side, his heart pounding with fear as he knelt down beside her, gently shaking her shoulder. "Maya, tum thik ho?"

Maya groaned softly, her eyes fluttering open as she struggled to sit up. "Aarav... mujhe thik nahi lag raha," she murmured, her voice weak and trembling.

Fear clutched at Aarav's heart as he helped Maya into a sitting position, his mind racing with worry. "main abhi doctor uncle ko bulata hun," he said, his voice urgent as he reached for his phone.

Minutes later, the doctor arrived, his expression grave as he examined Maya. Aarav watched anxiously, his heart in his throat as he awaited the doctor's diagnosis.

After what felt like an eternity, the doctor turned to Aarav, his face solemn. "Mr. Aarav, I'm afraid there's something you need to know," he began, his tone measured.

Aarav's stomach churned with apprehension as he braced himself for the worst. "kya baat hai doctor? batayie" he pleaded, his voice trembling with fear.

The doctor hesitated for a moment before delivering his news. "Maya is pregnant," he announced, his words hanging heavy in the air.

Aarav's mind reeled with shock at the revelation, his heart pounding in his chest as he struggled to comprehend the enormity of the news. "Pregnant?" he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper.

The doctor nodded solemnly. "Yes. It's still early days, but it's important that she takes good care of herself," he advised, his tone gentle yet firm.

Aarav's mind raced as he tried to process the implications of Maya's pregnancy. Despite the tumultuous nature of their relationship, the news filled him with a sense of responsibility and concern.

As Maya lay unconscious before him, his mind racing with thoughts of hope and a fresh start. He believed that the child would bring a change in Maya and give their relationship a new beginning. As Maya began to stir awake, he couldn't contain his joy. He hugged her tightly, his heart overflowing with happiness.

"Maya, aaj main itna khush hua hun jitna puri zindagi nahi hua. Main baap banne wala hun," he exclaimed, his voice trembling with excitement.

Maya was shocked, her body stiffening in his embrace. She parted the hug and looked at him, her eyes wide with disbelief. Aarav cupped her face, his heart forgetting all the pain she had caused him in the past.

"Haan, dekhna, iss bache ke liye main sab kuch karunga. Khudse zyada pyaar dunga, koi takleef nahi hone dunga," he said, feeling a surge of responsibility.

Maya jerked his hands off, her expression hardening. "Zyada sapne mat dekho, Aarav! Main tumhara yeh sapna pura nahi karne waali hun," she retorted coldly.

Aarav was stunned, his happiness shattering like glass. "Maya..."

"Aarav, I've made it clear, I don't want this child," Maya's voice was sharp with frustration, her eyes flashing with defiance.

"Lekin main yeh bacha chahta hun, Maya," Aarav's voice cracked with emotion, his desperation evident as he pleaded with her.

Maya's patience wore thin. "Tum mujhe nahi bataoge tumhe kya chahiye! Yeh body meri hai toh choice bhi meri hogi," she shot back, her tone laced with determination.

Aarav's heart sank as he realized the depth of Maya's resistance. "Lekin Maya, yeh masoom si jaan ko kyun saza de rahi ho?" he implored, his voice trembling with emotion.

Maya's eyes narrowed, her control slipping. "I won't be manipulated into something I don't want," she warned, her tone turning icy.

Aarav's heart pounded with frustration and fear as he watched Maya dig in her heels. "Maya, please, don't do this," he pleaded, his voice barely above a whisper.

But Maya remained steadfast, her resolve unyielding. "Main apna irada nahi badlungi. Deal with it or die with it," she threatened, her voice dripping with dominance.

As Maya stormed out of the room, leaving Aarav alone with his thoughts, he knew their relationship faced an uncertain future. He couldn't believe she didn't want to keep the child. In an instant, she had shattered his happiness, leaving him to grapple with the harsh reality of their situation.

Sumitra had been eavesdropping on their conversation from the adjacent room. She sensed an opportunity and decided to intervene. Walking into the room with a calculated calmness, she approached Maya.

"Maya," Sumitra began, her voice dripping with false concern, "maine tumhari baat suni Aarav ke saath."

Maya looked at Sumitra, her expression still hard. "Saasuji, I don't need any advice right now."

Sumitra smiled gently, feigning understanding. "Main tumhara gussa samajhti hun, Maya. Lekin socho iss baare mein. Agar tum iss bache ko janam dogi toh yeh rasta hoga Aarav ko aur zyada apne kaboo pe paane ka. Bache ke liye uska pyaar uski sabse badi kamzori banegi aur hamari takaat."

Maya's eyes flickered with interest, but she remained cautious. "Matlab?"

Sumitra leaned in closer, her voice low and persuasive. "Agar tum yeh bacha rakhti ho toh, Aarav iss bache ke liye kuch bhi karega. Tum jaise chahe usey apni ungliyon pe nacha sakti ho... tum kahogi Aarav kutta bano, wo kutta bhi banega sirf iss bache ko zinda rakhne ke liye."

Maya frowned, considering Sumitra's words. "Lekin iss bache ke aane ke baad main baaki kuch nahi kar paungi."

Sumitra laughed. "Tumhe kahan kuch karna hai... sab wo karega. Trust me, tumhari life mein koi badlav nahi hoga. Lekin agar tumne iss bache ko giraya toh wo tumse door ho jayega... aur dubara baghawat pe utar aayega."

Maya took a deep breath, her resolve hardening. "Nahi... wo mujhse door nahi jaa sakta! Lekin main kaise dekhungi usey mere alawa kisiko aur pyaar karte hue?" she said.

Sumitra whispered something in her ear, and a wicked smile appeared on Maya's face.

Sumitra placed a reassuring hand on Maya's shoulder. "Trust me, Maya. Together, we can make sure Aarav is completely under our control."

Maya nodded, a wicked glint in her eye. "Fine. Let's see how far Aarav will go for this child."

Sumitra smiled, satisfied that she had successfully manipulated Maya. As she watched Maya walk away, she knew that the seeds of control had been planted, and it was only a matter of time before they bore fruit.

Aarav paced anxiously in the living room, his heart heavy with fear that Maya might abort their child. He had seen the determination in her eyes, but he couldn't give up hope. When Maya walked in, his breath caught in his throat. Desperation surged through him, and he approached her, his eyes pleading.

"Maya, please," Aarav began, his voice cracking with emotion. "Main tumse haath jod kar vinti karta hoon. Iss bache ko mat girao."

Maya looked at him coldly, her arms crossed over her chest. "Tumhe kya lagta hai, Aarav? Main tumhare ek request pe maan jaungi?"

Aarav dropped to his knees in front of her, his hands clasped together. "Maya, main tumhare saamne haath jod raha hoon. Yeh bacha meri zindagi hai. Main kuch bhi karne ko tayaar hoon, bas iss bache ko mat girao."

Maya's expression softened just a fraction, but she maintained her cold demeanor. "Kuch bhi karne ko tayaar ho? Tumhe sach mein lagta hai ke itni aasani se tumhari baat maan lungi?"

Aarav's eyes filled with tears. "Maya, main jaanta hoon ke maine galtiyan ki hain. Lekin yeh bacha hum dono ke rishte ko ek nayi shuruaat de sakta hai. Main wada karta hoon, tumhe aur bache ko kabhi kisi cheez ki kami nahi hone dunga."

Maya took a step closer, looking down at him with a mix of contempt and satisfaction. "Agar main yeh bacha rakhti hoon, toh tumhe meri har baat maanni hogi. Tumhe har pal, har din, meri marzi se jeena hoga. Tum taiyaar ho?"

Aarav nodded fervently, tears streaming down his face. "Haan, Maya. Main taiyaar hoon. Tum jo bhi chaho, main karunga. Bas iss bache ko mat girao."

Maya smirked, feeling the power shift completely in her favor. "Theek hai, Aarav. Main yeh bacha rakhungi. Lekin yaad rakhna, agar kabhi tumne mujhe zara sa bhi dard diya, toh main apne faisle par dobara sochne se nahi katarungi."

Aarav bowed his head, overwhelmed with relief and gratitude. "Thank you, Maya. Main kabhi tumhe nirash nahi karunga. Main apni jaan laga dunga tum dono ke liye."

Maya watched him for a moment longer, then turned and walked away, leaving Aarav kneeling on the floor, his heart pounding with a mixture of fear and hope. He knew their relationship was still on shaky ground, but for now, the child was safe. And that was all that mattered.

Aarav dedicated himself entirely to taking care of Maya during her pregnancy. He prepared her favorite meals, ensured she took her prenatal vitamins, and accompanied her to every doctor's appointment. Despite his best efforts to show his love and care, Maya's behavior grew increasingly volatile. One evening, the tension reached a breaking point.

Aarav was in the kitchen, cooking dinner, when Maya stormed in, her eyes blazing with fury.

"Aarav!" she shouted. "Yeh kya ho raha hai? Tumhara saara pyaar sirf iss bache ke liye hai, mere liye nahi!"

Aarav turned to face her, his expression a mix of confusion and concern. "Maya, tum galat samajh rahi ho. Main tumhare liye bhi itna hi pyaar aur care karta hoon jitna hamare bache ke liye."

Maya's face contorted with rage as she advanced towards him. "Jhoot! Tumhe sirf iss bache ki parwaah hai, meri nahi. Tumhe lagta hai ke main tumhari yeh nautanki nahi samajh sakti?"

Before Aarav could respond, Maya slapped him hard across the face. Stunned, he stepped back, raising a hand to his cheek.

"Maya, tum kya kar rahi ho?" he asked, his voice trembling.

Maya grabbed a kitchen knife, holding it menacingly. "Agar tumne apna pyaar mujhe nahi diya, toh main iss bache ko maar dalungi!" she screamed, her voice filled with a dangerous edge.

Aarav's eyes widened in horror. "Maya, please, aisa mat karo. Main tumse pyaar karta hoon, sach mein. Tumhara aur hamare bache ka khayal rakh raha hoon kyunki main tum dono se pyaar karta hoon."

Maya's grip on the knife tightened, and she pointed it at Aarav. "Tumhe lagta hai ke tum mujhe bevkoof bana sakte ho? Tum sirf yeh bacha chahte ho, mujhe nahi!"

Aarav took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. He stepped closer to Maya, his hands raised in a placating gesture. "Maya, tumhe mujh par bharosa karna hoga. Main tum dono se pyaar karta hoon. Main chahta hoon ke hum ek khushhaal parivaar banayein."

Maya's eyes flickered with uncertainty, but her anger still burned bright. "Agar tumne phir se mujhe yeh ehsaas dilaya ke tum mujhe nahi, sirf bache ko chahte ho, toh main yeh bacha khatam kar dungi. Aur tumhe uska zimmedar thaharaungi."

Aarav's heart ached at her words, but he remained steadfast. "Maya, main wada karta hoon ke tum meri zindagi ka sabse zaroori hissa ho. Tumhari aur bache ki khushi meri khushi hai."

Maya's expression softened just a little, but her grip on the knife remained firm. "Tumhe sabit karna hoga, Aarav. Tumhe mujhe yeh dikhana hoga ke main tumhare liye kitni important hoon."

Aarav nodded, his eyes filled with determination. "Main sabit karunga, Maya. Main tumhe aur hamare bache ko kabhi nirash nahi karunga."

Maya slowly lowered the knife, her eyes still filled with suspicion and anger. "Dekhte hain, Aarav. Tumhari koshish kitni door tak le jaati hai tumhe."

As Maya walked away, Aarav felt a mix of relief and fear. He knew the road ahead would be fraught with challenges, but he vowed to prove his love for Maya and protect their unborn child at all costs.

Aarav stood in the living room, his heart pounding as he faced Maya. She had a look of icy determination, while Sumitra watched from the corner, a malicious smile playing on her lips. The tension in the room was palpable as Maya pointed to a pile of broken glass shards scattered across the floor.

"agar tum mujhe iss bache se zyada chahte ho toh," Maya said coldly, "prove it. Walk across those broken glasses."

Aarav's eyes widened in horror. "Maya, please yeh kya pagalpan hai?"

Sumitra's smile widened as she chimed in, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. "Aarav, agar tum Maya se pyaar karte ho toh yeh toh chota sa sacrifice hai"

Aarav looked from Maya to Sumitra, realizing the depth of their cruelty. He turned his gaze back to Maya, his heart breaking. "Maya, main sirf tumse pyaar karta hun aur hamare bache se bhi.. please mujhse yeh mat karwaoI"

Maya's eyes hardened. "agar tum yeh nahi kar sakte toh kaho hi mat tum mujhse pyaar karte ho. Tumhe sirf iss bache ki fikar hai.. mujhe galat saabit karo"

Aarav swallowed hard, feeling the sharp sting of betrayal. Taking a deep breath, he removed his shoes and socks, his hands trembling. "Alright, Maya. I'll do it. Just... please understand that I love you."

He took a tentative step toward the broken glass, his heart pounding in his chest. As his foot hovered over the shards, he closed his eyes and whispered a silent prayer. Then, with a deep breath, he stepped down, feeling the sharp pain as the glass cut into his skin.

Aarav gritted his teeth, forcing himself to take another step, and then another. The pain was excruciating, but he kept moving forward, his eyes fixed on Maya. "Maya yeh tumhare liye tha.. mera yakeen karo"

Sumitra clapped her hands in mock applause, her voice filled with twisted delight. "Well done, Aarav. See, Maya? He can be obedient when he wants to be."

Maya watched him, her expression a mix of satisfaction and cold detachment. "Keep going, Aarav. Prove your love."

Aarav continued to walk, each step sending waves of agony through his body. Blood stained the floor beneath him, but he didn't stop. He pushed forward, driven by his love for Maya and his unborn child. Finally, he reached the other side of the room, collapsing to his knees in pain and exhaustion.

"Maya," he gasped, "I did it. I proved my love for you."

Maya looked down at him, her face unreadable. "We'll see, Aarav. yeh toh bas shuruwat hai.. issi tarah saabit karte raho"

Sumitra's laughter echoed in the room as she relished Aarav's torment.

Aarav lay on the floor, his body wracked with pain, but his spirit unbroken. He knew the path ahead would be filled with suffering, but he was determined to endure it for the sake of his love for Maya and their unborn child.

Aarav sat alone in the living room, nursing his wounds from the previous ordeal. The pain in his feet was a constant reminder of the lengths he had to go to prove his love to Maya. Suddenly, Sumitra entered the room, her presence filling Aarav with a sense of dread.

Sumitra's eyes gleamed with malicious intent as she approached him. "Aarav, tumhe lagta hai ke tumhari pareshaaniyan yahin khatam ho gayi?"

Aarav looked up at her, his expression wary. "Mrs. Sumitra, mujhe aur kya karna hoga? Main bache ke liye sab kuch kar raha hoon."

Sumitra's smile was cold and calculating. "Mujhe tumse ek aur cheez chahiye, Aarav. Aur agar tumne mana kiya, toh yeh bacha kabhi is duniya mein nahi aayega."

Aarav's heart pounded in his chest. "Tum... tum kya keh rahi ho?"

Sumitra leaned in closer, her voice a dangerous whisper. "Agar tum chahte ho ke yeh bacha zinda rahe, toh tumhe mujhe sexually satisfy karna hoga. Aur yeh ek dhamki nahi hai, Aarav, yeh ek haqeeqat hai."

Aarav's blood ran cold. He could hardly believe the words he was hearing. "Sumitra, yeh toh paagalpan hai. Tum aisa nahi kar sakti."

Sumitra's eyes narrowed as she straightened up, her voice filled with menace. "Mujhe underestimate mat karo, Aarav. Tumhare paas koi aur rasta nahi hai. Agar tumne mera kehna nahi maana, toh main yeh bacha maar dungi aur Maya ko bataungi ke yeh sab tumhari wajah se hua."

Aarav felt a surge of panic and revulsion. He was trapped in a nightmare with no escape. "Sumitra, please... aisa mat karo. Main... main kuch bhi karne ko tayaar hoon lekin yeh mat maango."

Sumitra's smile returned, colder than ever. "Agar tumhe apni patni aur bache ki fikar hai, toh tumhe meri baat maan ni hogi. Aur yaad rakhna, Aarav, ek bhi galat kadam tumhare liye bohot mehenga padega."

Aarav's shoulders slumped in defeat. He knew he had no choice. "Theek hai, Sumitra. Main tumhari baat maanunga. Bas yeh bacha aur Maya ko kuch mat karo."

Sumitra reached out and caressed Aarav's face, her touch sending shivers down his spine. "Acha baccha. Ab chalo, apni duty nibhao."

Aarav followed Sumitra, his mind in turmoil. He knew he was about to cross a line he could never come back from, but the threat to his unborn child left him with no other option. As he walked behind Sumitra, he vowed to himself that somehow, someday, he would find a way to protect his child and put an end to this nightmare.

Satisfied Sumitra's desire, he heads to his room. The room was shrouded in darkness, a fitting reflection of Aarav's inner turmoil. Tears streamed down his face as he sat alone, clutching a photograph of his parents, seeking solace in their memory. His burdens felt heavier than ever, but amid the darkness, a glimmer of hope flickered in his heart.

Suddenly, Sharda, a trusted figure in Aarav's life, entered the room, her expression etched with concern as she witnessed his distress.

"Aarav, kya hua?" Sharda's voice was gentle, filled with compassion.

Aarav looked up, his eyes reddened from tears, but his resolve unshaken. "Sharda kaki, main... main bas apne maa baap ki yaadon mein kho gaya tha."

Sharda settled beside him, offering a comforting hand on his shoulder, her heart aching for his pain. "Beta, main jaanti hoon ke tum kitna kathinayi mein ho. Lekin tumne itni takleef kyun sah raha hai? uss Sumitra ki baat tumne itne saalo baad kyun maanli?"

Aarav took a deep breath, steeling himself to confide in her. "Haan kaki aaj main uss aurat ke saamne phirse apni ijjat gawah baitha... Kyuki kaki, mujhe lagta hai ke yeh bacha meri zindagi ka ek naya maksad hai. Jab se mujhe pata chala ki Maya ke peth mein mera bacha hai.. mujhe ehsaas hua ke yeh mere liye ek nayi shuruwat hai."

Sharda listened intently, her heart swelling with empathy for Aarav's plight. "Beta, yeh toh bohot achhi baat hai. Lekin tum bhi jante ho Maya aur Sumitra ab tumhare saath aur zyada bura bartaav karenge."

Aarav wiped away his tears, his voice trembling with emotion. "Haan, Sharda Kaki. Lekin mujhe lagta hai ke yeh bacha mere maa baap ki taraf se bheja gaya hai. Woh hamesha kehte the ke Bhagwan humein kabhi akela nahi chhodte. Shayad yeh bacha unki dua ka jawab hai aur aap hi kehti thi ek din mujhe jeene ki wajah milegi.. mil gayi kaki."

Sharda's eyes brimmed with tears as she enveloped Aarav in a comforting embrace. "Mujhe pura yakeen hai tum ek ache pita banoge."

"Han kaki, dekhna mera aane waala bacha unn takleefo se kabhi nahi guzrega jisne main bachpan se guzra hun.. uske ek kharoch tak nahi aane dunga main. Maya se bhi uske liye ladunga.. mera aane waala bacha meri himmat hoga kaki," Aarav affirmed.

"Aisa hi hoga," Sharda assured him.

As they sat together in the serene darkness, Aarav found solace in Sharda's unwavering support. With her encouragement and the love of his unborn child, he felt a renewed sense of hope, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.