❝A Life Transformed Anew❞

❝Aϝƚҽɾ Tҽɳ Mσɳƚԋʂ❞

Vansh's POV:

Sitting beneath the mandap, my heart pounds as I wait for her to arrive. The vibrant decorations around me seem to blur as all my focus narrows to her. As she steps into view, adorned in her beautiful saree, time feels like it stands still. I can hardly believe this moment is finally here.

We all are finally together. Sia, Ishani and Angre all are here. Even Aryan and his wife came to our wedding. Sanya is eager to get her family's blessings. Bani recently gave birth to twins. It's been months since Sejal and Sunil got married. Arjun and Kiara are still left to get married, due to her studies.

The sounds of the ceremony fade into the background as I take in her radiant smile, the way Sanya's eyes sparkle with excitement and a hint of nervousness. I feel an overwhelming rush of love, gratitude, and a touch of awe. This is my partner, my future.

As the rituals begin, I feel the weight of tradition settling around us like a warm embrace. Doesn't matter that this is not the first time I'm listening to these mantras, but this time I'll make a promise to myself that I'll cherish this marriage. I will love my wife until death do us part.

We had already decided that it's Aditya and Bani who will perform the kanyadaan of Sanya. The chanting of the mantras creates a sacred atmosphere, heightening my sense of commitment. When we exchange garlands, laughter fills the air, and I can see our families, their joy reflecting our own. It's a beautiful reminder of the journey that brought us here.

As we circle the fire, each step we take together feels like a promise, binding us not only to each other but to our families and the life we will build. I feel blessed and ready, filled with a profound sense of purpose as we step into this new chapter together.

When I place the mangalsutra around her neck and then apply the sindoor to her hair parting, I feel a profound sense of commitment wash over me. Each gesture solidifies our bond, intertwining our lives in a sacred promise that feels both exhilarating and deeply meaningful. In that moment, I realize I'm not just marking her as my wife; I'm embracing our shared future, filled with love and togetherness.

Sanya's POV:

After the wedding rituals, as we sit together beneath the mandap, surrounded by our family. And wait for the priest to allow us to take our family's blessings. The vibrant colors of the decorations and the scent of fresh flowers create an enchanting atmosphere, and I can't help but smile at the sight of our loved ones beaming with happiness.

The laughter and chatter fill the air as family members come forward to congratulate us and bless us. Their warm wishes and heartfelt blessings wrap around me like a comforting embrace. I glance up at Vansh and recall the promises with both made to each other.

We've decided to build our own mansion here, a place that will be a true reflection of our love and dreams, filled with warmth from both our families. Until that beautiful vision becomes a reality, we'll cherish our moments in his cozy apartment, the one he bought before leaving.

In that space, every corner holds a memory waiting to be made. It's where we'll share quiet mornings over coffee, laughter-filled evenings, and the simple joys of everyday life. Each moment we spend there will weave the fabric of our new life together, a blend of our pasts and the bright future we're creating.

With each gentle squeeze of his hand, I know we're embarking on a journey together, fortified by the love of our families. The rituals we just completed—the mangalsutra around my neck, the sindoor marking my hair—symbolize more than just our union.

I'm not just marrying the man I love; I'm embracing a beautiful network of relationships that will guide and support us. Together, we'll navigate the joys and challenges of life, hand in hand, surrounded by the love of those who mean the most to us.

This moment is just the beginning, and I am eager to see where our journey takes us.

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I watch his face now closer to me. As Vansh pulls me closer, I can feel my heart flutter. In this moment, surrounded by the softness of the room and the warmth of his presence, I feel a shiver run down my spine. I cup his cheeks and close the distance between our lips.

I recall, the time when we shared our kiss amidst our family outside. It was during Sejal and Sunil's wedding preparation and late at night when everyone was asleep. Our lips brushed gently, almost accidentally, but the spark was undeniable, nothing was intentional but eventually lead to our kiss.

"Can you please stop overthinking and focus on me?" I hear him ask after pulling away from me. I again started overthinking, that's what I was scared about. "Is something wrong?"

"No. I just feel too overwhelmed." I say and watch Vansh gently kiss me on my forehead. I hope he won't take this as a lead to stop.

"I'm glad, just overwhelmed—not tired." He says softly teasing me, my heart still racing from the kiss. I feel a delightful flutter in my stomach, like a swarm of butterflies taking flight. It's a mix of excitement and nervousness, igniting a warm blush that spreads across my cheeks. Every glance he gives me feels electrifying, and I can't help but smile, feeling both giddy and cherished.

I watch him move lower towards my neck. His warm bare chest brushes against mine, hardening my nipples. I lift my hip slightly, to let him move down. He makes a needy sound before dragging his tongue over my nipple, circling it make it stand out. I squirm from the fresh wave of desire rushing through me.

Suddenly, he bites down in the middle on my left breast, making me moan his name, "Vansh...". Running my hand all around his back I pull him closer. While his free hand slides down my thighs, making me wrap it over his hip. This being my first time makes me nervous. I've read articles and listened to friends that it hurts, but nothing prepares you for this actual moment.

Though with him I'm sure it will be special.

It's a perfect night, filled with hope and the thrill of what lies ahead. Together, we'll navigate this new chapter, hand in hand, heart to heart.

❝Aϝƚҽɾ Oɳҽ Yҽαɾ❞

Vansh's POV:

My heart pounds in my chest, echoing the beeping monitors around me. The sterile smell of antiseptic fills the air, and I can't shake the feeling of helplessness. I look at the closed door. Sanya is inside. In pain. In labor.

I want to reach out, to take away all her pain, but I can't. That's not possible. I remember our conversations about this moment—how excited we were, how ready we felt. But now, every second feels like an eternity, and worry seeps in. Will she be okay? Will our baby be healthy?

I try to push the fears away, focusing instead on the love I feel for them both. I'm here for her, to support her. I just want to see her smile again and hold our baby in my arms. 

Time passes too slow, every moment feels like a painful to breathe. She is all alone. I know the doctors are in there but she is still alone with not me. I can hear her loud screams. The pain she is going through to be a mom, for our family. For once I feel my vision turn blur, I'm so proud of her.

The moment the first cries fill the room, an overwhelming rush of relief washes over me. I can hardly believe it—she did it. I look up at everyone around me—Riddhima, Rehaan, Sanya's mom. I can't help but smile, tears stinging my eyes as I realize we're now parents. I'm a father.

After a while, a nurse comes out and from the slightly open door. I catch a glimpse of Sanya, who is unconscious. Then I look down at the white cloth wrapped around our child. The nurse smiles and says, "Congratulations, sir! It's a boy."

I can hardly process her words as I gaze at the tiny face peeking out. That's when reality sinks in, and a wave of emotion crashes over me—joy mixed with hesitation. Can I touch him? After everything I've done in the past, do I deserve to hold my child? Doubt creeps in, shadowing the joy of this moment.

Just then, I feel a reassuring hand on my shoulder. I turn to see Devika Ma'am looking at me with warmth in her eyes. "You can hold him," she says softly, her voice filled with understanding. "He needs you, too." 

Her words wrap around me like a lifeline, dispelling the shadows of my insecurities. I take a deep breath, steadying myself. As the nurse gently places our son in my arms, I'm struck by the sheer fragility of him—him wrapped in my embrace.

His plump new cheeks looked soft and fragile, his nose was no biggerthan my pinky nail, and the little triangle gap between his lips as hebreathed—every little thing—felt like it was digging its way into my heart.Overwhelmed, I reached out, unable to resist slipping my finger into his tiny fist.

In that moment, he grasped my finger, and a surge of warmth flooded through me. It was as if he knew me already, that connection sparking between us. My doubts began to dissolve, replaced by an all-consuming love. I marveled at how something so small could hold such power over my emotions, making me feel more alive and purposeful than ever.

Riddhima's POV:

As I turn my head on my husband's chest to get more comfortable in his embrace, I can feel his heartbeat, a soothing rhythm that lulls me deeper into relaxation. While he's wide awake, I've turned into a sleepyhead, wrapped in the warmth of his arms like a cozy blanket. It's hard to resist the pull of sleep in these quiet moments together. 

What do I love most about this? Everything—the peace, the closeness, and the feeling that we're exactly where we're meant to be.

"I hope you'll tell me this isn't morning yet," I murmur, burying my face deeper into his chest, wishing to stay in this peaceful moment just a little longer.

"Fine not for you." He murmurs pulling me closer and wrapping the blanket over us. It's Sunday, and I'm grateful we're staying at our villa, the beautiful home he bought for us. It feels special to be here, especially since it's rare for anyone to reside in Rajput's mansion now. With all of ours family growing, it's a reminder of how far we've come together.

I can't help but cherish the quiet time we have here, just the two of us. Sunil and Sejal lives at his place. My brothers are at Chauhan's Mansion. Mom and Dad even Devika Masi usually are in a mood for world tour. While Vansh and Sanya have their own abode. 

Hearing about Angre and Ishani's reconciliation felt like a twist of fate. Even after their divorce and at that moment when Vansh told me this, I felt as if I was their true matchmaker. It's amazing how destiny works, weaving people together in unexpected ways. Their journey reminds me that love can find its way back, no matter the obstacles.

Sia is still studying abroad, as her brother informed. She is the only one I'm in contact with from Raisinghania. Rest I have no idea about other Raisinghania's. The grief I felt when I received the news about Dadi. 

I'm shaken from my reverie by a tickling feeling on my nape from his unshaven stubble. "Oh...Rehaan" I moan, looking up at him. "You won't let me sleep?"

Since Yashvi loves the feeling of pricking of his beard. He has developed a habit of growing it for few days before trimming it and I don't like it. First it gets ticklish and then he will continuously to rub it all over my body just to either make me moan or make me laugh. "No way." He replies, coming to sit over me.

"Why?" I ask, looking him in the eye. "I need to rest, baby or I won't be able to handle the preparations."

For the past two weeks, we've been staying with my sister while she welcomed her first child—a baby boy. Tomorrow is our daughter's birthday, marking a whole two year since she came into our lives. It's such a special occasion, and I want to be ready for it all. "Don't worry. I'll help you, but now... you'll help me," he says, rubbing his thighs over mine, sending tingles shooting through me. His playful tone pulls me back into the moment, making it hard to resist his charm.

As he leans down to kiss me, I feel a rush of love, knowing that with him by my side, everything will be perfect. In that moment, all my worries fade away, and I realize I don't have to stress about anything around us; we're in this together.

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Rehaan's POV:

"Saransh..." I hear Riddhima trying to get Vansh and Sanya's son's attention. While he is still lying in her lap, the soft sound of his gentle breaths fills the air. Vansh comes to stand beside me, cradling my daughter, who has taken a fascination with man's beard. She reaches out, giggling, her tiny fingers grasping the soft hairs. Vansh chuckles, clearly amused, as he gently leans closer, allowing her to explore.

As evening settles in, our family gathers to celebrate Yashvi's second birthday, a vibrant atmosphere filled with laughter and love. Even the Raisinghania's are here, excited to meet their newborn and reconnect with Vansh. After everything that happened in the past, I never expected to see us all together, sharing joy and moments like this. The room buzzes with cheerful conversations, cake, and the sound of little ones playing. It feels like a fresh start for everyone. 

I take Yashvi from Vansh and hold her tightly yet with a gentle-hold. Kissing her on the forehead, I make my way to Riddhima for the cake-cutting ceremony. Recently, she has learned how to walk, and now there's no stopping her!

Surrounded by laughter and love, I realize I have everything I once dreamed of—a loving partner, a joyful child, and a life filled with hope. This moment is a beautiful reminder that happiness can be found again, and I am so grateful for the family we've created together.

As the sun sets, casting a warm glow, we gather around the table for the cake-cutting ceremony. My daughter, seated in her high chair, beams with delight as the beautifully decorated cake is placed before her. We all sing "Happy Birthday," our voices mingling in a joyful chorus, and her eyes light up, captivated by the attention.

A decorated cake made by Devika masi, topped with a two candle flickering in anticipation. As Riddhima and I try to make her blow the candles, she looks away afraid. Everyone cheers her on to get to look back.

Eventually with her holding our hands, she tries to do it. As we slice the cake, emotions run high. I catch glimpses of family members, their faces illuminated by a mix of joy and nostalgia. Pulling her back from the chair, I calls out for everyone to align, my voice cutting through the joyful chaos. 

The Raisinghanias stand to one side, Saransh cradled in Vansh's arms and Sanya standing in front of them, while our family clusters around Yashvi, her joyful smile the centerpiece. The cameraman moves into position, adjusting the lighting to capture the perfect moment. 

I look down at the cake and see my daughter, now smudged with cake frosting, giggles, her eyes sparkling with delight as she looks at me. I put a kiss on her forehead and watch Riddhima do the same. "I love you." She mouths looking at me.

"I love you too, baby." I say and we both look at Yashvi, our Princess.

With a click, the photo captures not just our smiles but the essence of the day—a tapestry of love, connection, and a hopeful future. As the cameraman reviews the shot, a sense of satisfaction spreads across the room; this moment is one we will cherish for years to come.

Surrounded by family, with laughter echoing around us and my daughter's joyful spirit lighting up the evening, it feels like we've come full circle. Despite the challenges we've faced, here we stand, united and thriving, ready to embrace whatever comes next. 

This birthday celebration marks not just her second year, but the promise of many more happy moments to come, each one woven with the love that binds us all. I'm going to give her the world. We're not just surviving; we're truly living—and together, we've found our happy ever after.

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