Siddharth’s POV

Finally, Gatha was ready to listen.

But the moment she opened her mouth, I saw tears in her eyes. She began to cry — slowly at first, then uncontrollably. I pulled her into my arms and held her tightly. My fingers rested on her stomach — the place where our baby is growing.

I began to sob too.

In that moment, we were not husband and wife. We were like two scared children — breaking down in each other’s arms.

After a while, I gently cupped her face and wiped her tears with my hands.

Then I told her, slowly but firmly, “That picture was Photoshopped. It was edited. Forget cheating on you — I would never even look at another girl. Because, Gatha… you are mine. My hope, my life, my love, my heart, my wife, my best friend. And I — I am all yours. If you want to scold me, yell at me, hit me if you’re angry — do it. I belong to you.”

Hearing this, she finally began to speak.

“The first thought that came to my mind,” she said, voice shaking, “was… why would you be only mine? What is so special about me?”

I smiled through my tears and replied,
“Your long jet-black hair. Your deep black eyes. Your innocence. Your smartness. Your care. Every single cell in your body is special — to you, and to me.”

It was after a long time that we found ourselves in each other’s embrace — without fear, without distance, without silence.

The next morning, we sat together and rewrote this exact part — properly, calmly — with the right words.

Siddharth’s POV (Next Morning)

The next morning, I had a meeting scheduled with Gautam Singhania — the man who had destroyed my whole life in front of my eyes while I stood helpless.

I got ready quietly.

After days, I finally saw Gatha sleeping peacefully. I decided not to wake her up. Still, I bent down and rested my head gently on her baby bump, pressing a soft kiss there.

Her eyes fluttered open.

“Do you need anything, Dr. Thakur?” she asked in a sleepy voice.

Dr. Thakur.

I had heard her call me that after so long. My ears had been starving for her voice — for this exact tone, this name.

“No,” I whispered, “just checking on you.”

I kissed her forehead and made her lie down again. I stroked her hair slowly until she drifted back to sleep. Only after she was fully calm did I leave the room.

During the entire car ride, my mind kept running in loops — things were finally settling between us… and that son of a bitch, Gautam Rasheed, had ruined everything.