Aarohi's POV
"Nirvay… I think the pain has started…"
Nirvay's phone slipped from his hand in panic.
"Okay—okay! Let's go to the hospital. Right now."
As he helped Aarohi into the car, his voice trembled, "Are you alright? Are the babies still moving?"
Aarohi winced, holding her belly. "I… I don't know. It hurts. But yes… they're kicking a lot."
"Just hang in there, Aarohi. We're almost there. Just breathe, okay?"
"I'm trying…" she whispered, trying to smile through the pain.
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Hospital — Labour Room
As Aarohi was wheeled into the labor room, Nirvay rushed behind.
"Doctor… is everything okay?" he asked, his voice strained.
Dr. Sinha gave a reassuring nod. "Mr. Raj, everything looks stable. We'll begin preparations for delivery soon."
Nirvay immediately called Aarohi's parents, her brother, and Sukhi and Ayush. Everyone began rushing to the hospital. Sukhi and Ayush arrived first, breathless and worried. Aarohi's parents were on their way, and her brother kept calling Nirvay every few minutes for updates.
Outside the labor room, silence stretched heavy — broken only by whispered prayers and tense pacing.
Then…
The piercing cry of two newborns echoed through the corridor.
Nirvay froze. His heart skipped a beat. Then tears streamed down his cheeks. Sukhi hugged him tightly, sobbing. Even Ayush turned away to hide his misty eyes.
Soon, Dr. Sinha emerged from the delivery room with a wide smile.
"Congratulations, Mr. Nirvay. You're now the father of two healthy, identical twin boys!"
"And Aarohi?" he asked quickly.
"She's doing fine. Tired, but safe."
Sukhi clutched Nirvay's arm, overwhelmed. "Your first baby… your dream is finally here."
Ayush nodded emotionally. "We're so happy for both of you, man."
Aarohi's parents arrived just then, and upon hearing the news, her mother burst into joyful tears while her father exhaled a long-held breath of relief and gratitude.
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Post-Delivery Room
Aarohi was now in a private room, holding her sons close. Nirvay entered quietly, eyes wide with awe.
"You okay?" he asked, brushing a hand over her hair.
She nodded, her voice trembling. "Yes. I really am."
He kissed her forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment, as if sealing a prayer.
Sukhi came in next and leaned over the crib. "Aarohi… your babies look just like you. They're so cute… and…" her voice broke, "your first baby… he's come back to you."
Aarohi's eyes welled up. "I know. I feel it too."
Her parents stood beside her, placing gentle hands on her head, overwhelmed with quiet gratitude.
Nirvay sat beside the cradle, eyes fixed on the boys — and a single tear rolled down his cheek. A tear that carried all the pain, patience, and hope of years past.
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One Month Later — Back Home
Aarohi and the babies were welcomed home with flowers, lights, and warm laughter. The house was decorated with balloons and soft toys. Everyone celebrated.
And thus began the journey of parenthood.
Sleep disappeared. Aarohi was still recovering, but slowly getting stronger. Her parents stayed to help, but the real superhero was Nirvay — feeding, changing diapers, rocking the babies at night. Some nights, he slept on the office couch just to catch up on a few hours.
One month in, the routine hadn't gotten easier… but it was theirs.
One late evening, the couple sat at the edge of their bed, both babies nestled between them — one just fell asleep, the other still fussing.
Aarohi laughed quietly. "One quiets down, the other starts."
Nirvay smiled, exhausted but fulfilled. "But somehow… it's still the best thing ever."
Love, care, patience — that's what carried them through.
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7 Years Later — Family Vacation
The beach was golden with sunlight. Waves chased each other while laughter filled the salty air.
Aarohi sat on the warm sand, watching her family.
"I've seen so much in life…" she whispered to herself. "But Nirvay's love made every path easier."
Yes, her twin boys were growing up — calm, thoughtful, and wise beyond their years.
And as per Sukhi's prediction — she had her rainbow baby too. A little girl named Rhythm.
Vivaan and Vihaan were busy building sandcastles nearby.
"Mom, Rhythm is not playing. She's just running around and disturbing Dad," Vivaan said matter-of-factly.
"I agree," Vihaan added. "She's exactly the same as last year. Zero growth in maturity."
Aarohi smiled. "Why did I even ask?"
In the distance, Rhythm giggled, sprinting wildly — with a breathless Nirvay chasing her.
"I give up!" Nirvay laughed, scooping her into his arms. "This girl… I swear I'm sending her to the Olympics!"
He brought her over. "Hold her for a minute, please!"
As soon as Rhythm touched the sand again, she took off — again.
"Not again!" Nirvay groaned, running after her.
Vivaan shook his head. "She's a silly girl, Mom. I love her, but that doesn't mean I have to always praise her."
Vihaan added, "She's three, and she still behaves like she's two."
Aarohi looked from her twin boys to Nirvay chasing Rhythm and smiled. "They beat me in every debate… and Rhythm? She's beating Nirvay in every possible way."
Nearby, chaos reigned in Sukhi and Ayush's camp.
"Krishu! Don't run toward the sea!" Sukhi yelled. "Ayush! Grab Rishu! I'll get Krishu!"
Ayush, half-laughing and half-panting: "I'll get one, you get the other. These two will be the end of us!"
Aarohi watched and chuckled. "Their peace is as ruined as ours."
A little further down the beach, Jai — Nirvay's younger brother — was relaxing with his girlfriend.
Jai laughed, pointing. "See? My big brother's mini tornado, Aarohi, has destroyed him completely."
His girlfriend giggled. "But Rhythm's adorable… even if she's wild."
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Aarohi looked around. At her children, Nirvay, Sukhi, their families, and the vast sea.
"This is our story," she thought. "It's not perfect. It's messy, loud, and full of unexpected storms… but it's ours."
"Life will always bring good times and bad. But if someone holds your hand through it all — never let go."
— Aarohi, signing off.
Author's Note
Today, I'm posting the final chapter of this story.
Thank you — if you're reading this, then it means this story was meant for you.
I wrote this as a simple, quiet story — something you could read peacefully, without the noise of dramatic twists. There's no big villain here, except life itself… and time, which slowly heals everything.
Thank you so much for giving your time to read my simple story.
— With love,
Khushi😊