The morning light filtered through the hospital curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. The rhythmic beeping of the monitor had become a comfort rather than a worry now, signaling that everything was fine—that Ruhani was fine.
Vidyut’s gaze never left his daughter as she lay in Bella’s arms, her tiny fingers wrapped around her mother’s thumb. She was so small, so delicate, her soft breaths barely audible. And Bella—God, Bella—looked like the most divine being on earth, cradling their baby like she was the most precious thing in the world.
And she was.
Both of them were.
His two girls. His entire world.
Vidyut had always known he was protective, but nothing could have prepared him for this depth of emotion. The sheer love that coursed through his veins when he looked at them. The overwhelming need to shield them from anything and everything.
Ruhani let out a soft whimper, stirring in her sleep, and instantly, Bella adjusted her hold, gently rocking her.
“She’s a fighter, isn’t she?” Bella whispered, her voice thick with emotion.
Vidyut stepped closer, sitting beside her on the hospital bed. “She gets it from you.”
Bella glanced up at him, her eyes still swollen from the events of the past day. “She gets it from us,” she corrected softly.
Something in his chest clenched painfully at her words.
Us.
They were an us now. A family.
A family bound by love, not just by circumstances.
Vidyut reached out, his fingers lightly brushing Ruhani’s chubby cheek. His daughter. The living proof of their love, even when they hadn’t realized it themselves.
“She looks just like you,” Bella murmured.
Vidyut huffed a soft laugh. “Not entirely.” His fingers trailed to the fine strands of hair on Ruhani’s head. “She has your nose. And your stubborn little frown.”
Bella scoffed. “I don’t frown.”
“You do when you’re upset.” He smirked, watching the way her lips twitched at his teasing. “And when you’re trying to act like you’re not affected by me.”
Her cheeks flushed. “Vidyut—”
But before she could finish, the doctor walked in, carrying a clipboard.
“Good news,” the doctor announced with a smile. “Ruhani is stable, and all her vitals are perfectly fine. You can take her home today.”
Bella’s breath hitched, and Vidyut felt her fingers tighten around Ruhani’s tiny body.
“Home?” she whispered.
Vidyut cupped her cheek, his thumb stroking away the tear that slipped down. “Home,” he repeated, his voice filled with a quiet promise.
No matter what had happened, no matter how broken they had felt, they were going home together.
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The Grand Welcome
The Rathore mansion was decorated like a festival. A red carpet was laid out from the main gate, leading to the grand entrance. Flowers rained down from above as the new parents walked in, carrying their little princess. Trumpets played in the background, and the family stood in a line, their faces beaming with joy.
Bella’s eyes welled up as Vidyut’s mother held the aarti thali, performing the traditional welcome for her granddaughter.
“Welcome home, my Laxmi,” she whispered, tears slipping down her cheeks as she kissed Ruhani’s forehead.
Vidyut held Bella’s hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
This was their moment.
Their family’s moment.
Vihaan, ever the mischievous brother, leaned in, whispering in Vidyut’s ear, “I can’t believe you actually reproduced. That too, such a beautiful little thing. She definitely got all the genes from Bhabhi.”
Vidyut rolled his eyes but said nothing. Instead, he focused on the woman beside him—the woman who had given him everything he never knew he needed.
As they stepped inside, Bella looked around, her eyes softening at the sight of their room. It was beautifully decorated, a white crib placed right beside their bed, adorned with soft pink curtains.
A home.
A place where love resided, where laughter would echo, where their daughter would grow.
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Late Night Moments of Love
The night was calm, the house enveloped in silence as Vidyut stepped into their bedroom after a long day. The weight of everything settled on his shoulders, but then his gaze landed on the sight in front of him.
Bella sat on the bed, her back resting against the headboard, her nightgown slightly slipped from her shoulder. Ruhani was nestled against her chest, her tiny mouth latched onto Bella’s breast as she fed peacefully.
A raw, indescribable emotion surged through Vidyut as he leaned against the doorway, watching them.
Mother and daughter.
His girls.
Bella must have sensed his presence because she glanced up, a soft, tired smile gracing her lips. “She was hungry,” she murmured.
Vidyut walked toward them, sitting on the bed beside her. He reached out, his fingers brushing Ruhani’s tiny hands, feeling the warmth of her skin.
“She’s beautiful,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.
Bella let out a soft chuckle. “She has you wrapped around her little fingers already.”
“Of course, she does.” Vidyut smirked. “She’s our daughter.”
Bella sighed, her fingers running through Ruhani’s soft hair. “Sometimes, I still can’t believe she’s here.” She looked at him, her eyes shining with love. “That we are here.”
Vidyut reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Neither can I.” His fingers traced her cheek, his gaze holding hers. “But I wouldn’t change a single thing.”
Bella blushed under his intense stare, and for a moment, the air between them shifted.
Vidyut leaned in, brushing his lips against her forehead before trailing them down to her cheek. His hand slid down her arm, his fingers intertwining with hers.
“You’re exhausted,” he murmured against her skin. “Sleep, love.”
Bella sighed, leaning into his touch. “I will… just let me hold her a little longer.”
Vidyut gently lifted Ruhani from her arms, placing her in the crib with the utmost care. Then, he turned back to Bella, his hands pulling her into his embrace.
She melted against him, resting her head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart.
“I love you,” she whispered.
Vidyut’s hold tightened, his lips pressing against her hair. “I love you more.”
As the night deepened, he ran his fingers through her hair, lulling her into a peaceful sleep.
His wife. His daughter.
His world.
And for the first time in his life, Vidyut felt complete.
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The early morning light streamed through the sheer curtains, casting a golden glow over the room. The house was still wrapped in a peaceful silence, the only sound being the gentle hum of the ceiling fan and the rhythmic breathing of the two people lying in the warmth of their bed.
Vidyut woke up first, his body still relaxed from the deep sleep, but his heart awake—fully, completely—at the sight before him.
Bella.
His wife. His love. The mother of his child.
She lay beside him, curled slightly on her side, her long lashes resting against her cheeks, her lips slightly parted as she breathed in the morning air. Her hair was a mess, strands falling onto her forehead, yet she looked nothing short of breathtaking.
Vidyut felt his heart squeeze at the purity of the moment.
How did he get so lucky?
How did he deserve this woman, this life, this love?
He reached out, unable to resist, and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers grazing her soft skin. At the touch, Bella stirred slightly, her lashes fluttering before her beautiful eyes finally opened, still hazy with sleep.
She blinked up at him, momentarily dazed, until realization dawned.
Her husband was watching her.
Not just watching—admiring.
“Why are you staring at me?” she murmured, her voice thick with sleep.
Vidyut smiled, his thumb tracing her jawline. “Because I can.”
Bella’s lips curled into a small, sleepy smile, but her heart raced at the way he was looking at her—like she was the most beautiful thing in the world.
The kind of gaze that made a woman feel worshiped.
Her heart swelled with love, and without thinking, she leaned forward, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his eyelids.
Vidyut inhaled sharply, the warmth of her lips sending a jolt through his veins.
When she pulled back, he smirked. “That’s a dangerous way to wake me up, Mrs. Rathore.”
Bella arched a brow. “Oh? And why is that?”
His fingers trailed down her bare arm, igniting tiny sparks in their wake. “Because now, I don’t want to let you go.”
Before she could respond, he rolled over, caging her beneath him. His eyes darkened with something raw, something unspoken yet undeniable.
Bella felt her breath hitch, her fingers instinctively gripping his shoulders. “Vidyut—”
But her words were swallowed by his lips.
The kiss was slow at first—unhurried, savoring. He traced the outline of her lips, coaxing them open, deepening the connection as his body pressed against hers.
Bella sighed into him, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him impossibly closer. Her body arched beneath him, welcoming his warmth, his weight, his love.
Vidyut groaned at the sensation, his hands slipping under the hem of her nightgown, feeling the smoothness of her skin. “You feel so damn good,” he murmured against her lips.
Bella shivered, her own hands tracing the hard planes of his back, memorizing every ridge, every curve.
The heat between them grew, the world around them fading. It was just them—just their love, their desire, their souls entwining in the early morning light.
Vidyut’s lips trailed down her jaw, to her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below her ear.
Bella let out a soft whimper, her fingers tightening around his nape.
“Vidyut…” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.
He hummed, his lips finding the curve of her shoulder. “Hmm?”
She didn’t respond, just pulled him back up, crashing her lips against his in a desperate, love-drunk kiss.
Vidyut’s hands roamed lower, his fingers teasing the edge of her thigh when—
A sharp wail pierced the air.
The couple froze.
Bella blinked. Vidyut groaned.
They both turned their heads toward the crib, where their little Ruhani had just woken up, her tiny fists waving in protest.
For a second, silence stretched between them.
Then—
Bella let out a breathless laugh, covering her mouth with her palm.
Vidyut, still hovering over her, shook his head in disbelief. “Are you serious right now, Ruhani?” he muttered, half in exasperation, half in amusement.
Bella giggled, pushing at his chest. “Go, your princess is calling you.”
Vidyut sighed dramatically, rolling onto his back. “She has the worst timing.”
Bella sat up, still laughing, and leaned over to pick up Ruhani. The moment the little girl was in her mother’s arms, she quieted down, her tiny face nuzzling against Bella’s chest.
Vidyut watched them, his heart swelling.
His wife. His daughter.
His family.
Bella glanced down at him, cradling Ruhani close. “Looks like you’re already competing with your own daughter for attention.”
Vidyut sat up, resting his chin on her shoulder, his arms wrapping around both of them. “She can have all the attention she wants,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Ruhani’s head. Then, his lips brushed against Bella’s ear as he whispered, “But at night, you are mine.”
Bella flushed, swatting his arm. “Shameless.”
Vidyut chuckled, his hold on them tightening.
As the morning sun bathed them in golden light, he knew—without a doubt—this was the greatest blessing of his life.
A love that was pure.
A family that was whole.
And a life that was theirs.
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