The hospital corridor was silent, except for the soft echo of a woman's sobs.
The doctor's words still hung in the air-heavy, final, merciless.
"There is no possibility."
Those three words shattered everything Eman Valeria and Meera Valeria had hoped for. Years of waiting, prayers whispered into empty nights, countless hospital visits-all reduced to silence. Meera sat on the edge of the bed, her face buried in her hands, her tears falling freely. Eman stood beside the window, staring outside, unable to find the strength to speak.
They had been married for many long years. Their house was filled with love-but also with a deep, aching emptiness.
No child would ever call them mother or father.
When they finally left the hospital, the sky had darkened. Clouds gathered angrily, and within moments, rain poured down in sheets, soaking the road, blurring the city lights. Meera sat quietly in the car, her eyes red, her heart hollow.
Thunder roared.
As the car moved through a deserted street, something caught Eman's eye.
"Stop," he said suddenly.
Beside an overflowing dustbin, under the merciless rain, lay something small.
A child.
They stepped out into the rain, their clothes instantly drenched. Wrapped in a thin, torn cloth was a baby girl-no more than one and a half years old. Yet something was... wrong.
She wasn't crying.
Instead, she was smiling.
The clouds parted slightly above them, revealing a full moon, glowing bright and unnatural. The baby slowly opened her eyes-and both of them froze.
Her eyes shimmered.
Not one color.
But purple... red... yellow... green... blue-shifting like living light.
Her skin glowed softly, as if tiny diamonds were hidden beneath it, reflecting moonlight in impossible ways. The rain did not seem to touch her. Drops slid away as if afraid.
Meera gasped, her hands trembling.
"This... this isn't normal."
The baby reached out, her tiny fingers curling around Meera's scarf. Her smile widened, calm and knowing-far too knowing.
In that moment, something changed.
Eman felt it deep in his chest, like a door opening that had been locked for years.
"A boon," he whispered. "She's a boon from God."
Meera looked down at the child, tears mixing with rain. Slowly, carefully, she lifted the baby into her arms. The warmth she felt was real-comforting, powerful.
The baby rested her head against Meera's chest.
For the first time that day, Meera smiled.
They took her home.
They did not know that night that this child would change the fate of worlds.
They did not know her name yet.
But beneath the full moon, destiny had chosen them