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The night was calm, but the air around Yash and Saanvi was thick with unspoken words.

They sat together on the balcony swing, Saanvi nestled against Yash’s chest as he gently ran his fingers through her hair. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, and a weighty silence hung between them, words failing to express the ache in their hearts.

After a few minutes, Saanvi broke the quiet with a soft, uncertain question. “Gussa ho?” she murmured, barely lifting her head.

Yash's hand stilled in her hair, his voice a mix of hurt and frustration as he replied,

“Why did you hide this from me, Saanvi?”

She let out a sad laugh, tinged with a trace of bitterness. “Mom’s not wrong, Yash? In her eyes, she's only being practical.”

Yash pulled back slightly, his expression a blend of anger and disbelief. “What’s so ‘practical’ about it? Which part of your mom’s words makes sense to you, Saanvi? Huh?”

“mein tumhe bacha nahi—” Saanvi stammered, but Yash cut her off, his voice rising in frustration.

“For God’s sake, will you just stop? Stop, Saanvi!” He abruptly stood up, distancing himself, his voice heavy with exasperation. “It’s been only a year since our marriage! Only one year!”

Saanvi flinched, and her tears finally spilled over as she began to cry.

Yash took a steadying breath, calming himself before he returned to her, pulling her into his arms. She collapsed against him, breaking down completely.

“I’m sorry for shouting at you,” he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to her head.

“I didn’t mean to…”

Saanvi’s shoulders shook as she cried harder, clutching onto him.

“I want a baby too, Yash. mein bhi banna chahati hu maa… but what am I supposed to do?” Her voice trembled with despair.

“I’m doing everything the doctor said… taking my medicines on time, following every exercise routine, keeping a healthy diet... but this month, too, my period came. Again.”

Yash held her tighter, his heart aching with every word she said. He reached up, wiping her tears with a tender thumb.

“Saanvi, your doctor said you’re perfectly healthy and capable of carrying a child. It’s just going to take time and patience, okay?”

“How much more time, Yash?” she asked, her eyes red and filled with anguish.

“I’ve been taking the medicines for six months…”

He gave her a small, comforting smile, brushing his fingers against her cheek.

“Only six months, Saanvi. We’ve got so much time ahead of us… We don’t need to rush. When the time is right, we’ll have our child.”

“par agar mein kabhi maa nahi ban payi toh ?” she whispered, her voice barely audible, a flicker of fear in her eyes.

Yash cupped her face gently, his gaze steady and filled with love.

“Then we’ll adopt. We’ll find another way to fill our lives with love. There’s a solution to everything, Saanvi.”

He traced a thumb along her cheek, his touch warm and reassuring.

“But we’ll face this together, no matter what.”

Without saying a word, Saanvi wrapped her arms around Yash's neck, pulling him close as she murmured, "I love you... I'm so lucky to have a husband like you. Thank you, Bhagwan ji."

Her soft words stirred something in him. He cupped her jaw, bringing her into a deep, passionate kiss.

She gasped in surprise but responded eagerly, clutching his collar as she kissed him back. His lips claimed hers, shifting from her upper lip to her lower, igniting warmth in her every touch. She moaned softly, eyes fluttering closed, as he playfully bit her lip.

Their lips parted, but he didn't stop. Yash trailed gentle kisses along her face—her eyes, nose, cheeks, chin—before his lips ventured down her neck, leaving a trail of warmth.

She parted her lips, feeling the slow dance of his mouth against her skin, the soft caress of his breath.

He let his fingers trace under her saree, slipping over her waist, and a shiver ran through her as his hand tightened, pulling her closer. Her breathing quickened, and she whispered, "Yash..."

He closed his eyes, pressing his nose to hers, his voice low and thick with need. "Love..."

"Hmm," she responded, a rosy blush creeping over her cheeks, understanding exactly what he wanted without needing him to say it.

"Can I have the permission?" he whispered, nipping her earlobe playfully, his words a soft plea against her skin.

With a shy smile, Saanvi whispered, "You always have my permission." She buried her face in his neck, heart racing.

With a low chuckle, he scooped her into his arms, carrying her inside their room, his gaze never leaving hers.

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