Whispers of Destiny= Sahibas Story (Last Part Page 4) - Page 3

this story is so cute and happy vibes which is perfect for SahAn, compared to the constant drama they face on the show lol

loved this update! hoping to read more about SahAn with their baby :))

Brar Mansion buzzed with anticipation, adorned in hues of pink and white that symbolized the joyous arrival of the newest member of the family. The air was thick with excitement, and the fragrance of fresh flowers filled the grand living room. Soft melodies of traditional Punjabi folk songs played in the background, creating a warm and welcoming atmosphere.

Family members, dressed in coordinated shades of pink and white, gathered near the entrance, their eyes sparkling with eagerness. The grandeur of the mansion blended seamlessly with the intimate joy that filled the space. The decorations were simple yet elegant, reflecting the unity of the Brar and Monga families in celebration.

As the clock ticked away, every passing moment heightened the anticipation. The aroma of delectable dishes wafted from the kitchen, teasing the taste buds and adding to the festive spirit. The living room echoed with laughter, anecdotes, and snippets of excited conversations.

Manveer and Santosh, having met the little princess at the hospital, stood near the entrance, ready to welcome Angad, Sahiba, and their precious bundle of joy. The younger members of the family, with bated breath, gathered around, their eyes fixed on the entrance.

Manveer, her eyes gleaming with pride, addressed the excited crowd.

Manveer:"Santosh Ji and I had the privilege of meeting our newest family member at the hospital. I must say, she's a bundle of joy, just like her parents."

Santosh, with a gentle smile, continued the tale of the newborn's arrival.

Santosh:"Yes, indeed. The little one has already captured our hearts. Angad and Sahiba are doing well, and they'll be here soon to introduce her to the rest of the family."

The room echoed with cheers and applause, the joyous anticipation reaching its peak. Seerat, with her characteristic enthusiasm, couldn't contain her excitement.

Seerat:"I can't wait to hold her in my arms!

Garry, ever the playful one, added with a grin.

Garry: "Absolutely! I'm sure our little princess will be the star of the show .But let's not forget, the real heroes here are Angad and Sahiba. Parenthood isno easy journey, and they've embarked on it with so much love."

Everyone shock there heads agreeing with what Garry had said.

Gurleen:"They should be here any moment now. I can hardly contain my excitement!"

Jasleen:"Look at Bebe, she's practically glowing. This little one has brought so much joy already."

Pravajot, adjusting a flower arrangement, chimed in, "Let's make this entrance grand! We've been waiting for this moment."

Seerat,tapping her foot impatiently, added, "Come on, Angad and Sahiba, we've been waiting forever!"

Keerat,with a mischievous grin, teased, "I bet the little one is taking her time for a grand entrance!"

Garry, trying to peek through the window, couldn't resist a playful comment, "Are they coming on a royal chariot or what? We've been waiting for ages!"

Veer, always the calm one, chuckled, "Patience, Garry bro. They'll be here soon."

Kiara and Ekam, holding a beautifully embroidered chunni, shared excited glances ,eager to play their part in the welcoming tradition.

Kiara: "This chunni will be so perfect for the little one. Can't wait to see her wrapped in it!"

Ekam:"Let's make sure we're ready. They should feel the warmth of our welcome."

As the anticipation reached its peak, foot steps were heard. Angad had arrived with Sahiba who was holding their daughter. The living room fell into a hushed silence, punctuated only by the gentle hum of excitement. The moment had finally arrived for the entire Brar and Monga families to welcome the newest member into their warm and loving embrace.

Angad ,with a proud yet gentle smile, held onto Sahiba's shoulder as they entered. Sahiba, wearing a simple and elegant pink kaftan dress, looked radiant yet visibly tired, cradling their newborn daughter in her arms.

The little one, wrapped in a soft white blanket that her Nani Santosh made for her, lay peacefully in Sahiba's arms. As the family eagerly waited, she opened her eyes, revealing a pair of captivating orbs that instantly drew everyone's attention. Her eyes, a reflection of her mother's, sparkled with a curious innocence. It was as if she was taking in the love and celebration that surrounded her. Her small, soft yawns elicited chuckles from the family, adding to the joyous atmosphere. The room, now filled with the jubilant laughter and chatter of the family, embraced the newest member with open hearts and warm smiles. The sight of the baby's eyes, mirroring her mother's, became an enchanting moment that deepened the connection between generations.

As the family marveled at the baby's sparkling eyes, Keerat, with a tender smile, couldn't resist expressing the collective sentiment.

Keerat:"Look at those eyes! She's got Sahiba di's beautiful eyes.

Seerat, standing beside Keerat, added with joy, "She's going to have the whole family wrapped around those tiny fingers. What a precious little angel!"

The room echoed with agreements and affectionate murmurs as the family shared in the delight of witnessing the next generation inherit the distinctive traits that bound them together.

Bebe, with a gentle smile, greeted Angad, Sahiba, and the baby.

Bebe:Sat Sri Akaal, swagat hai ghar, mere pyare Angad, Sahiba te is pyare kudrat di

("SatSri Akaal, welcome home, my dear Angad, Sahiba, and this precious gift of nature.")

Kiara and Ekam, holding the chunni, approached with a sense of solemnity, ready to embrace the family in the symbolic chunni ceremony.

Kiara:"May the warmth of this chunni envelop your family with love and blessings."

Ekam:"May it be a shield of protection and unity for the little one."

Bebe, accepting the chunni, stepped forward to perform the traditional wrapping, symbolizing the continuity of family traditions and the protective embrace of love.

Bebe:"May the Almighty shower his choicest blessings on this little

As Bebe completed the wrapping, the family members, dressed in coordinated shades of pink and white, encircled Angad, Sahiba, and the baby, creating a visual representation of the interconnectedness of generations.

As the chunni ritual concluded, Sahiba, with a gentle smile, carefully handed the newborn to Bebe. Bebe, with tears of joy in her eyes, cradled her great-granddaughter with immense love and pride. Darthji stood beside Bebe, his eyes reflecting the profound joy of holding the newest member of the family.

Bebeand Darthji, with the baby nestled in their arms, walked into the hall, creating a heart-warming scene. Angad, supporting Sahiba, followed closely behind as they entered the room filled with eager family members.

In the hall, everyone had gathered, seated with anticipation and excitement. The room buzzed with joyous chatter as family members exchanged smiles and glances,eager to get a glimpse of the little one.

Seerat and Keerat embraced their sister, their joy overflowed, and the three sisters shared a tender moment that spoke volumes about their deepening bond. Ajit ,moved by the sight of his daughters, approached Sahiba with a gentle smile. He placed a loving kiss on her forehead, a silent acknowledgment of her new role as a mother and his newfound status as a grandfather.

As Sahiba settled down, flanked by her sisters, Gurleen Chachi approached with a tray adorned with a steaming cup of Haldi Milk and a plate of Panjeeri. Aware of the post-birth recovery benefits and the boost it provided for milk supply ,Sahiba, though not particularly fond of the concoction, embraced it for the sake of her well-being. The warmth of the Haldi Milk brought a comforting sensation as she sipped, her gaze drifting across the room.

In that moment, she observed a profound joy radiating from every corner. Gurleen Chachi's thoughtful gesture mirrored the genuine concern of the family for her health. A glance toward the beaming faces of Jasleen Bua and Pravjot Bua,individuals whose warmth had not always been readily apparent, revealed an unexpected yet heartwarming transformation. They, too, shared in the joy of Sahiba's daughter, their happiness unfeigned. The overwhelming emotions of the room mingled with Sahiba's own, creating a tapestry of joy, love, and new found connections.

In the midst of this joyous occasion, Hansraj, Pravjot's husband, unwittingly made a comment that stirred a wave of mixed emotions in the room. His remark about having a girl as the first child was met with a sudden hush, and the air thickened with tension.

Hansraj, jokingly:

Hansraj: "Well, looks like the Brar legacy begins with a girl! Girls are a handful, aren't they?"

Theroom fell silent for a moment, and a few exchanged uncomfortable glances. Pravjot, sensing the shift in mood, gently nudged Hansraj, realizing that his comment might have unintended consequences.

Pravjot,whispering:

Pravjot:"Hansraj, maybe not the best time for that joke."

Theroom fell silent for a brief moment, the air thick with tension.

Angad,who had been basking in the joy of becoming a father, felt a surge of protective anger. Sahiba, sensing his emotions, placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. Angad, with a stern expression, addressed Hansraj.

Angad, sternly:

Angad: "Every child is a blessing, and their gender doesn't define their worth. We celebrate the arrival of my daughter with immense joy, and I expect everyone in this family to share in that joy, without prejudice."

The room echoed with a hushed understanding as family members exchanged glances, silently conveying their solidarity with Angad's sentiments. The celebration resumed, but the incident served as a reminder that the love and acceptance within the family should always prevail over outdated perceptions.

In the midst of this, Inder, Angad's father, approached with a smile that held a depth of emotion. He looked at the newborn granddaughter cradled in Manveers arms and spoke with genuine happiness.

Inder:"You know, Angad, Manveer and I always wanted a daughter. And now, Rab has blessed us not just with a daughter but a granddaughter. Our family is truly blessed."

Manveer nodded at her husband with a smile.

His words carried a profound sense of gratitude and contentment, emphasizing the belief that the arrival of a child, regardless of gender, was a cause for celebration and gratitude. The family, once again united in joy, continued to revel in the precious moments surrounding the newest addition to the Brar family.

As the night settled over the Brar household, Angad and Sahiba found themselves in a new chapter of their lives. The room, adorned with soft hues of pastel, was filled with the gentle glow of a night lamp. The soft lullabies playing in the background seemed to offer a soothing melody, but the reality of parenthood unfolded with its own set of challenges.

The baby, snug in her crib, intermittently stirred, her cries piercing through the stillness of the night. Sahiba, draped in a delicate nursing gown, wearily rose from the bed, her steps careful not to disturb the quietude of the room.

Angad ,rubbing his eyes in a mix of fatigue and sheer joy, sat up, realizing the night ahead held more than just dreams. Sahiba, holding the baby close, settled into the rocking chair, her eyes heavy with exhaustion yet filled with unwavering love.

Angad:"You need some rest, Sahiba. Let Papa take her for a while."

Sahiba, with a tender smile, nodded, passing their bundle of joy into Angad's waiting arms. The soft coos of the baby filled the room as Angad tried his best to lull her back to sleep.

Angad:"Shhh, little one. Papa's here. We'll figure this out together."

The night, however, had its own agenda. The cycle of feeding, soothing, and changing continued, each moment etching the tapestry of their parenthood journey. Sahiba, grappling with the challenges of breastfeeding, bore the pains silently, her determination to provide the best for her child overshadowing the physical toll.

Sahiba,with a weary smile: "It's harder than I imagined, Angad, but I want to do this for her."

Angad, gently caressing Sahiba's hand: "You're doing amazing, Jaan. We're learning, and we're in this together."

As the night unfolded, fatigue settled over the couple, and sleep-deprived laughter became the soundtrack of their shared moments. The night, though challenging, became a tapestry of love, endurance, and shared moments that deepened the bond between Angad, Sahiba, and their precious little one.

The morning sun painted a warm glow across Brar Mansion, signalling the beginning of a new day filled with the joys and challenges of parenthood. In the grand dining hall, the breakfast table was adorned with an array of delicious dishes. The aroma of parathas and chai lingered in the air as family members gathered for their morning meal.

As the family settled around the table, the absence of the Monga family was notable. However, the Brar family members, except for Sahiba, were present ,ready to share the morning together.

Angad ,though tired from the night's adventures in parenthood, managed a weary smile as he joined the family at the table. Garry, always the playful one, couldn't resist a good-natured tease.

Garry, with a mischievous grin: "Angad bro, looks like fatherhood has already got you running on limited sleep. The bags under your eyes have their own zip codes!"

The family chuckled, acknowledging the universal truth of sleep-deprived nights for new parents. Angad, good-humoredly, replied.

Angad: "Well, Garry, you'll understand one day when you join the parenting club."

The playful banter continued, filling the room with laughter and warmth. Meanwhile ,Sahiba, with the baby in her arms, entered the dining hall. The little one ,wrapped in a soft pink blanket, blinked at the morning light, seemingly curious about the new day.

Sahiba, with a loving smile: "Good morning, everyone"

Manveer,with a twinkle in her eyes, gestured towards Sahiba.

Manveer:"Sahiba, beta, come, have a seat. How was your night?"

Sahiba carefully settled into a chair, still cradling the baby. The family's attention shifted to the precious bundle in Sahiba's arms.

Gurleen:"She's wide awake, isn't she? How's the little one doing?"

Angad, proud yet slightly fatigued, answered.

Angad: "She's doing well”

As the family enjoyed breakfast, Sahiba engaged in the delicate task of caring for the newborn. The room echoed with the gentle sounds of a lullaby as Sahiba lovingly attended to the tiny newcomer.

Seerat,with a playful smirk: "Sahiba, looks like the little one has her own morning routine. Quite the little diva!"

Sahiba, laughing softly, replied: "She's certainly keeping us on our toes."

In the midst of this, Manveer, observed Sahiba's efforts to make the baby burp.Sensing Sahiba's fatigue, Manveer gently intervened.

Manveer:"Sahiba, let me take her for a while. You go ahead and have your breakfast. We wouldn't want our new mom feeling famished, would we?"

Sahiba,grateful for the offer, handed the baby to Manveer.

Sahiba:"Thank you, Mama Ji. ."

The little one, nestled in her grandmother's arms, seemed to find comfort, and the room embraced a moment of serene tranquillity.

The early days of parenthood, Angad and Sahiba found themselves amidst a whirl wind of sleepless nights, relentless feeding schedules, and the challenges of soothing their newborn.

Angad, rubbing his eyes with a hint of humor: "I used to think I knew what tired felt like. Parenthood redefines tired, doesn't it?"

Sahiba, with a tired yet content smile: "Definitely. But look at her, Angad. She's worth every sleepless moment."

Despite the inherent rewards, the journey brought moments of exhaustion and self-doubt. However, the unwavering support from the Brar family emerged as a steadfast anchor, turning difficulties into shared experiences.

As the days passed, a sense of eager anticipation enveloped the Brar household, each moment leading them closer to the significant milestone of the Naam Karan, the traditional Sikh naming ceremony. Within the walls of their home, an air of reverence settled as preparations were made for the sacred ritual centered around the Guru Granth Sahib.

The sacred scripture, adorned with intricate floral decorations, stood as the focal point, radiating spiritual significance. Soft, melodic tunes of Shabads echoed through the room, creating a serene ambiance that filled the hearts of the family members with deep reverence.

In the heart of this sacred space, Angad and Sahiba approached the Guru GranthSahib, cradling their precious little one. Sahiba adorned herself in a graceful pink and silver gharara suit, a symbol of the joyous occasion, while Angad worea simple yet dignified pink and white Kurta Pajama with a matching pink Turban.

The exchange of glances between Angad and Sahiba spoke volumes — a silent acknowledgment of the love and pride they felt as parents, standing before the Guru Granth Sahib with their cherished bundle in their arms.

Surrounded by their extended family, each member dressed in traditional attire, the room was filled not only with the colors of their clothing but also with the warmth of shared joy. Kiaras eyes sparkled as she admired her niece in the pink flower dress she had carefully chosen, a gift from her heart to the little princess.

Int his sacred moment, the Brar household found themselves united in celebration ,honoring tradition while embracing the beauty of family bonds. The Naam Karan ceremony became a tapestry woven with love, spirituality, and the rich cultural heritage that connected each family member to their roots.

Guruji,with a demeanor of wisdom and tranquility, addressed the gathering:

"SatSri Akaal, beloved members of the Brar and Monga family. Today, we gather hereto celebrate a momentous occasion in the life of this family—the Naam Karan, the sacred naming ceremony. In the Sikh tradition, this ceremony is a symbol of identity, a connection to our roots, and a way to seek the blessings of Waheguru for the child's journey ahead."

"Aswe stand before the Guru Granth Sahib, let us reflect on the significance of the name bestowed upon this precious soul. A name is not merely a label; it isa profound reflection of one's identity, a spiritual essence that carries the blessings and aspirations of the family and community."

"In choosing a name, we invoke the divine guidance of Waheguru, seeking a name that resonates with the child's destiny and purpose. It is a moment when we acknowledge the divine role each soul plays in the cosmic symphony."

"With great joy, I reveal that Angad and Sahiba, guided by the divine light, have chosen a name that encapsulates the essence of this blessed occasion. Their daughter shall be known as Anaya—meaning the Gift of God. Anaya is a testament the divine grace that has bestowed this family with the joy and responsibility of nurturing a precious life."

"May little Anaya grow in love, wisdom, and grace. May her journey be filled with the blessings of Waheguru, and may her name be a constant reminder of the sacred bond between the divine and the earthly. Let us all join in offering our heartfelt prayers for Anaya's well-being and prosperity."

Angad: Whispering to Sahiba "Anaya, what a beautiful name for our little one. It feels perfect."

Sahiba:"Anaya," smiling softly "truly a gift from the Almighty. I love it, thanks for suggesting the name Angad"

Angad:I suggested it but we decided together”

Seerat: Squeezing Garry’s hand "Anaya! What a beautiful choice. It suits her perfectly."

Garry: Nodding approvingly "Anaya—sounds like a blessing. Congratulations, Angad and Sahiba."

Keerat: Holding back tears "Anaya, the name is as beautiful as she is. Perfect choice!"

Veer:Grinning "Anaya, the Gift of God. That's special, Angad Paji.Congratulations!"

Manveer:"Anaya, a name filled with divine blessings. May she bring joy to our lives."

Inder: "Anaya—our family is blessed. May she prosper and shine."

Tayji :With a twinkle in her eye "Anaya, a name that will be whispered with love in every corner of Brar home and Monga home. What a beautiful choice."

The room filled with expressions of love and approval, and the chosen name, Anaya, became a melody of joy, resonating through the hearts of the Brar family. The sweet sound of congratulations and well wishes echoed, sealing the significance of the Naam Karan ceremony in their hearts.

"May little Anaya grow in love, wisdom, and grace. May her journey be filled with the blessings of Waheguru, and may her name be a constant reminder of the sacred bond between the divine and the earthly. Let us all join in offering our heartfelt prayers for Anaya's well-being and prosperity."

The room filled with a profound sense of reverence as the chosen name resonated,and the family embraced the significance of Anaya—their precious Gift of God.

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Hey Guys, I know that I haven't posted this story in a while, so here it is.

Two months had passed since Anaya's arrival, and the Brar household buzzed with the comforting routine of caring for the newest member. Sahiba found solace in the warmth of family support, yet the postpartum changes had left a trace of vulnerability. The joy of motherhood was undeniable, but it came with its own set of challenges, especially regarding Sahiba's perception of her changed body.One evening, after putting Anaya to sleep, Sahiba sought a moment of quiet in the bathroom. The soft glow of a night lamp illuminated the room as she caught her reflection in the mirror. Her gaze lingered on the stretch marks and the subtle shifts in her body, reminders of the beautiful journey of motherhood.As Sahiba ran her fingers over her changing form, a wave of mixed emotions washed over her. The physical changes were a testament to the incredible feat her body had accomplished, yet a lingering self-consciousness clouded her confidence.Angad, attuned to Sahiba's feelings, approached the bathroom, unaware of the thoughts troubling his wife. He gently pushed the door ajar, intending to join her for a moment of quiet companionshipAngad: "Hey, how are you holding up?"Sahiba, startled by his unexpected entrance, quickly covered herself with a towel, a fleeting moment of embarrassment coloring her cheeks.Angad, sensing Sahiba's discomfort, took a step back.Angad: "I'm sorry, Sahiba. I didn't mean to intrude. I just thought we could share a moment.Sahiba, managing a faint smile, felt a surge of gratitude for Angad's understanding.Sahiba: "No, it's okay. Come in."Angad entered, the concern evident in his eyes. He gently closed the door, creating a cocoon of privacy.Angad: "I know your body has been through a lot, and I want you to know that you're beautiful—stretch marks and all. These marks, Sahiba, they tell a story of love and life."Sahiba: "I just... I don't feel like myself. The changes, the stretch marks..."Angad, wrapping his arms around her, whispered, "You're still the same Sahiba I fell in love with. More beautiful now, if that's even possible."He planted a gentle kiss on her forehead, a silent promise of unwavering love.Angad: "Your body has created a miracle. Let's celebrate it, not shy away from it. I'm here with you, every step of the way."As Sahiba met Angad's eyes, a profound connection transcended the insecurities. In that shared moment, they navigated the complexities of postpartum changes, strengthening the bond that went beyond the physical.Sahiba, her voice barely a whisper, expressed the vulnerability she had been harboring.Sahiba: "I've been feeling lost, and seeing these changes, I didn't know how to face you."Angad, holding her even closer, responded with sincerity.Angad: "You never have to face anything alone, Sahiba. We're a team, in joy and in challenges."A tear traced Sahiba's cheek, a mixture of relief and gratitude.Sahiba: "Thank you, Angad, for understanding, for loving me through it all."They stood there, embraced in the dimly lit bathroom, where vulnerability turned into strength and love became the salve for insecurities.On the morning of Sahiba's exam, the Brar household buzzed with anticipation. Anaya, dressed in a floral baby grow, cooed in Bebe’s arms as Sahiba nervously prepared to leave.Manveer, with a warm smile: "Sahiba, beta, I've made some yogurt and sugar for you. It's known to bring good luck. Have a little before you go; it'll give you the energy you need."Sahiba, touched by Manveer's gesture, took a small bite. The familiar taste brought comfort, a reminder of the support surrounding her.Manveer: "Go and give your best, Sahiba. Anaya and I will be here waiting for you. You've been doing an amazing job. We're here for both you and Anaya. Take the time you need for yourself, and we'll make sure Anaya is in safe hands."Jasleen: "Motherhood is a journey filled with ups and downs. Don't let society's standards dictate how you feel about yourself. You're a wonderful mother, and Anaya is lucky to have you."Gurleen: "We'll cherish every moment with Anaya. You focus on yourself, and when you're ready, you'll find the strength to embrace the changes. Remember, you're not alone."Encouraged by the unwavering support of her family, Sahiba decided to take a step toward reclaiming her sense of self. She knew it wouldn't be an easy journey, but with love and support, she began to see the beauty in the changes her body had undergone.However, another challenge awaited Sahiba – a college exam that required her attention for three hours. The thought of leaving Anaya alone made her restless, but Angad, ever understanding, decided to work from home to be with their daughter.Angad: "Sahiba, focus on your exam. I've got Anaya covered. We'll manage this together."Manveer, Jasleen, and Gurleen reassured Sahiba, ensuring her that they would be with Anaya during the exam.As Sahiba entered the college gates, the familiar surroundings triggered a cascade of emotions. Her steps echoed the cadence of conflicting thoughts – the determination to succeed in her exam clashing with the nagging worry about leaving Anaya behind.She found solace in the encouraging words of her family, but the atmosphere within the college walls seemed to harbour a different sentiment. Priyanka and Aditya, Sahiba's friends, greeted her with curious smiles.Priyanka: "Hey Sahiba, how's the baby? It's amazing that you're still pursuing your dreams alongside being a mom. Truly inspiring."Aditya: "Yeah, not everyone can juggle both. Kudos to you."Their words offered a glimmer of support, a reminder that Sahiba's journey was breaking stereotypes. However, as she entered the examination hall, the professor's disapproving glance hinted at an undercurrent of judgment.Professor: "You have a baby at home, Sahiba. Maybe it's time to reconsider your priorities. A career might not be the best choice right now."The condescending remark fueled Sahiba's determination. She immersed herself in the exam, pouring her focus into each question. Yet, the whispers of her classmates painted a different picture.Student 1: "Look at her, trying to be supermom. Doesn't she have nannies for this stuff?"Student 2: "I bet she'll quit soon. Can't handle a baby and exams."Student 3: “Maybe she is escaping from mother duties”The comments stung, each word resonating like a heavy blow. Sahiba felt the weight of societal expectations pressing down on her. But she refused to let the judgments define her worth.Amidst the tension, Sahiba overheard a conversation between two professors discussing her presence in the college.Professor 1: "Did you see Sahiba, the CEO's wife? She's back for exams. As if she needs education. Must be some sort of show."Professor 2: "Exactly. These rich wives don't know what to do with their time. Education is wasted on them."The words hit Sahiba like a cold gust of wind. The assumptions about her capabilities, the dismissive attitude toward her pursuit of education, fueled a mix of anger and hurt within her. She had chosen this path not for show but to prove that motherhood didn't limit her ambitions.The three hours in the examination hall felt like an eternity. As Sahiba emerged, she longed for the comforting presence of her family. Angad, holding Anaya in his arms, waited for her outside.As Sahiba exited the examination hall, her eyes sought out the familiar faces waiting in anticipation. Among the sea of indifferent gazes, she found the reassurance she desperately needed. Angad, standing with Anaya in his arms, offered a warm smile that melted away some of the tension.Angad: "How did it go, Sahiba?"Sahiba, wearied by the mental gymnastics of judgment and determination, managed a faint smile.Sahiba: "I did my best. Let's go home."Walking towards Angad and Anaya, Sahiba couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion. Anaya, blissfully unaware of the challenges her mother faced in the college halls, cooed in Angad's arms. The sight of her family waiting for her brought both relief and a sense of purpose.As they walked out together, Sahiba cradled Anaya in her arms. The weight of societal expectations lingered, but in that moment, surrounded by the unwavering support of Angad and the innocent gaze of Anaya, Sahiba found a newfound strength.The door gently clicked behind Angad as he left for the office, a routine that marked the beginning of the day's separation. Sahiba, holding Anaya in her arms, stood in the doorway, a silent farewell exchanged with her husband.Returning to the warmth of Brar Mansion, Sahiba greeted family members with a smile that concealed the subtle exhaustion of the day's endeavors. The college exam had demanded her focus, but thoughts of Anaya lingered in the recesses of her mind.With a courteous acknowledgment of the family's inquiries about her day, Sahiba made her way to their room. Anaya, nestled in her embrace, seemed to sense the transition from the external world to the cocoon of their personal space.The day's fatigue lingered, but the joy of motherhood awaited. Nursing Anaya became a cherished ritual, a quiet exchange that brought them closer. In the soft afternoon light, Sahiba found solace in the gentle sounds of breastfeeding, a shared moment of tenderness. As Anaya settled into a peaceful slumber, Sahiba marveled at the unique connection they shared, a bond that transcended the challenges of the day. Yet, in the midst of this tranquility, Anaya's subtle restlessness signaled the need for more nourishment, and Sahiba, with a tender smile continued to feed her baby. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the Brar Mansion, the day's fervor quieted to a gentle hum. Veer and Keerat's impending wedding added an air of excitement, but amidst the celebrations, Jasleen couldn't shake off the concern that had settled in her heart since Sahiba's return from the college exam.Angad, the evening's shadows playing on his face, stepped through the threshold after a day at work. His attire carried the professionalism of the corporate world, but his eyes reflected a readiness to transition from the business of the day to the warmth of family.Jasleen, waiting for an opportune moment, approached Angad with a gentle touch on his shoulder. She guided him to a more private corner of the bustling household, away from the prying ears of the family.Jasleen: "Angad, there's something I've been noticing, and I thought it's important we talk."Angad, picking up on the seriousness in Jasleen's tone, furrowed his brows in concern.Angad: "What's on your mind, Jasleen bua?"Jasleen, choosing her words carefully, began to share her observations about Sahiba's changed demeanor.Jasleen: "Ever since Sahiba returned from her exam, I've sensed a shift in her. It's more than just the exhaustion from the test; there's something else weighing on her. She's been putting on a brave front, helping with the wedding preparations, but there's a vulnerability beneath it all."Angad, his gaze turning thoughtful, absorbed Jasleen's words. Concern etched on his face, he considered the implications of Sahiba's unspoken struggles.Angad: "Why didn't she share this with me?"Jasleen: "Sometimes, Angad, it's not easy for someone to open up, especially when they're trying to shield their loved ones from worry. Sahiba may be going through more than we realize."Angad's worry deepened, but a determination to understand and support Sahiba flickered in his eyes.Angad: " Thanks for letting me know, I will talk to her and ask what’s bothering her.."Jasleen nodded in agreement, appreciating Angad's commitment to his wife's well-being.Jasleen: "Just remember, Angad, sometimes the strength lies in letting others share their vulnerabilities. Sahiba needs your support, but she might need the space to express herself too."Angad, grateful for Jasleen's insight, took a deep breath, preparing himself for a conversation that went beyond the surface of daily life. The Brar Mansion buzzed with post-dinner activities, finalizing wedding preparations before the day's end. Sahiba, her mind still occupied with the day's challenges, found solace as she entered her room. A tender sight awaited her – Anaya peacefully sleeping on Angad's chest. A warm smile graced Sahiba's lips, and she couldn't resist capturing the precious moment on her phone. Sahiba grabbed her night clothes and slipped away to change. Upon her return, she found Angad seated on the sofa, two bowls of phirni in hand. The sweet aroma of their favorite dessert filled the room, evoking cherished memories. Sahiba settled onto the sofa, a tired smile on her face as they delved into the chaos of wedding preparations.Sahiba: "I never thought planning a wedding could be this... intense. It's like we blinked, and it's right around the corner."Angad, savoring a spoonful of phirni: "Tell me about it. I'm still trying to figure out how to dance without embarrassing myself at the sangeet. Any secret moves you're hiding?"Sahiba: "Well, I must say, you've got some moves, Mr. ATM. I'm sure your dance at the sangeet will be the highlight of the evening."Angad, playfully skeptical: "You're just saying that to boost my confidence."Sahiba: "No, really. You're a good dancer. And even if you weren't, you'd be my favorite dance partner anyway."As the conversation meandered, Sahiba's gaze softened as she looked at Anaya peacefully sleeping on the bed.Sahiba: "You know, it'll be Anaya's first wedding. I can't help but imagine her little eyes wide with wonder at all the colors and festivities."Angad, a tender smile playing on his lips: "She's going to be the star of the show, just like her mother."Their laughter filled the room, momentarily lifting the weight of the approaching celebration. Yet, as they basked in these light moments, Angad's eyes traced a lingering shadow in Sahiba's gaze.Angad: "Sahiba, really, what's going on? Since the exam, it's like there's something unsaid."Sahiba attempted to brush it off with a reassuring smile.Sahiba: "Oh, just the usual pre-wedding stress. College, preparations, it's overwhelming. Don't worry too much."Angad, setting down his bowl, caught her eyes, sensing a deeper undercurrent of emotion.Angad: "We promised to face everything together. What's on your mind?"Sahiba: "It's not just the wedding preparations. It's what happened at college. The professors, the students... their comments."Angad's brows furrowed in concern as he set aside his spoon, giving Sahiba his full attention.Angad: "What comments? Sahiba, you can tell me."Sahiba took a deep breath, attempting to find the words to convey the sting of the judgments she faced.Sahiba: "Some professors questioned my priorities, insinuating that pursuing education after becoming a mother was a mistake. And the students... they whispered about me, speculated on my capabilities, as if being a mother and pursuing a career is a crime."She paused, her voice trembling with a mix of hurt and frustration.Sahiba: "I thought I could handle it, but it demotivated me, Angad. I questioned myself, my choices. Am I being selfish for wanting both – education and motherhood? Their words made me doubt everything."Angad's eyes reflected a mixture of anger and empathy. He reached for Sahiba's hand, a silent reassurance that she wasn't alone.Angad: "Sahiba, you're not selfish. You're courageous for pursuing your dreams despite the judgments. Their words don't define you. You're an amazing mother and a brilliant woman. We face this together."As Sahiba unveiled the wounds inflicted by judgment, a tear escaped, tracing a silent path down her cheek. The room, once filled with the aroma of phirni, now held the weight of her unspoken pain.Angad, witnessing Sahiba's tears, felt a surge of anger at the injustice she faced. Without a word, he moved closer, offering a comforting embrace.Sahiba, her voice breaking, revealed the harshest comment that cut through her resilience.Sahiba: "Someone said I'm running away from mother duties, that being a CEO's wife, I shouldn't be studying. As if being a mother and pursuing my dreams is a betrayal."Her tears, glistening in the soft light, mirrored the vulnerability of her emotions.Angad, his anger simmering beneath a composed exterior, tightened his embrace.Angad: "No one has the right to dictate your journey, Sahiba. Their words are baseless. You're not running away; you're running toward a future where your dreams matter just as much as your responsibilities. Being a CEO's wife doesn't invalidate your desire for education. If anything, it should empower it."In that moment, anger and love intertwined, creating a shield around Sahiba. The pain of judgment couldn't erase the determination in her eyes, fueled now by the unwavering support of a husband who saw her strength beyond societal expectations.

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Its a delight to read this !

So well written n such s nice chapter...even I m a working mother....this is such a common thought that comes in all mothers mind and only family support helps u at such times

Your writing is intricately beautiful....loved the update.

Originally posted by: Pinecone

Its a delight to read this !

Thank You

Originally posted by: Reader1419

So well written n such s nice chapter...even I m a working mother....this is such a common thought that comes in all mothers mind and only family support helps u at such times

I could not have agreed more! All the emotions that women got through during and after pregnancy isn't always talked about much and the struggles. Just wanted to show that