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Months passed since that incident, and I focused entirely on my studies, refusing to pay attention to the whispers and rumors swirling behind my back. To my surprise, I had unknowingly gained popularity because of the scene that girl had created-something I never wanted. I had no desire to be the center of attention.

Determined to shut out the chaos that had erupted in my life because of that moment, I immersed myself completely in my studies, staying focused and determined. Every day, I made sure to talk to my family, reassuring them that I was doing well and that they had no reason to worry about me.

As for Hoor, she had passed her tenth grade with outstanding marks-no surprise there. She had always been incredibly bright, a true genius in her own right. Her passion had always been fashion design, and I still remember the day she told me she wanted to design a dress for me. I had smiled and told her she would, and deep down, I knew she would turn that dream into reality. She had a way of making us all proud, and I had no doubt she would continue to do so.

I received a text from her, excitedly telling me how Mama and Papa had surprised her with a gift. Oh, my heart! She looked absolutely radiant in the photo she sent. As I gazed at her beautiful, kohl-lined eyes, the urge to pull her into my arms and squish her cheeks grew even stronger.

Looking at her, memories flooded back-I could still vividly remember the day she came into our lives, a tiny bundle of joy who would go on to brighten every moment with her presence.

Four-year-old Aviyaan stood beside his mother, clutching her hand tightly. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he sniffled, his little hoarse voice trembling with concern.

“Mamma, Aunty ko kya hua? Why was she shouting?,” he asked, looking up at her with wide, worried eyes.

Shreya glanced down at her son, her expression softening. Gently, she scooped him into her arms, resting his head on her shoulder as she cooed soothingly. She stroked his back with tender affection and spoke in a warm, reassuring tone.

“Baby, Aunty is bringing your new little friend,” she whispered, her voice filled with love.

As Shreya whispered that Aunty was bringing him a “new little friend,” Aviyaan's eyes widened, a mixture of confusion and hope lighting up his face. His little hands wiped away the last of his tears, and for the first time that evening, he let out a soft, cheerful smile.

He glanced back at the door where his Aunty had been taken, then back at his mother, his voice tiny but full of wonder. “Mamma... will the new friend play with me?,”

Shreya chuckled softly, her heart swelling with affection, as she gently kissed the top of his head. “Of course, sweetheart. She will play with you every day.”

Aviyaan’s small hands reached out, and with all the innocence of a four-year-old, he added, “I will be the best big friend ever!,”

It was then that Shreya noticed something she hadn't before: Aviyaan's tiny fingers were gently tracing the necklace around her neck, a simple charm that symbolized family. Without thinking, he placed his head on her chest and whispered, “Mamma, I am not scared anymore. I'll protect my new friend.”

In that moment, the room was filled with a sense of warmth, as if the world had paused just for them. Shreya's heart swelled with pride. Her little son, in his innocent way, had understood what the future held-compassion, love, and a new family member to cherish. She held him tighter, overwhelmed by his pure heart.

The scene was quiet, tender, yet so powerful. the moment was simple, it carried a depth of emotion that would leave everyone in awe.

A few hours later, the long-awaited news arrived. Shreya, still holding Aviyaan in her arms, gently lowered him to the ground and took his tiny hands into hers. The room felt lighter now, the tension from earlier slowly dissipating.

The nurse entered with a soft smile, holding a small bundle wrapped in pink, her tiny face just peeking out. Shreya's eyes sparkled with joy as she whispered, “Look, Aviyaan. This is your new little friend.”

Aviyaan's eyes widened with a mixture of awe and excitement. His little feet shuffled closer, as if he couldn't wait another second to see the precious baby. His small hands reached out, but before touching, he stopped, a sudden thought crossing his mind. “Is she okay, Mamma? Is she scared like I was?,”

Shreya gently placed her hand on his head, her voice soothing and tender. “No, baby. She is perfect. And just like you, she is not scared anymore. She has you to take care of her now.”

Aviyaan's face lit up with pride. He straightened up, his small chest puffing out. “I will protect her, Mamma. I will keep her safe and make sure she is never scared.”

His words were so serious, so full of love, it was as though he'd just taken on the biggest responsibility in the world. The room seemed to pause for a moment as everyone awed at his innocent determination.

Carefully, Shreya told him to sat down on the bench and very gently helped him hold his little friend in his lap, his tiny arms wrapping around her delicate body. As he held her, his face softened, a deep affection filling his gaze. “Hi, little friend,” he whispered, his voice barely audible as if he speak in a little louder voice the baby would get scared, “I am Aviyaan. I will always be here for you, Okay?.”

Tears welled up in Shreya's eyes as she watched the tender moment unfold before her. The love, the bond, it was all so simple, yet so powerful. Aviyaan, in his innocence, had just promised to be her protector-and that was a promise that would last a lifetime.

As the family gathered around, the baby's gentle cooing filled the room, and a wave of warmth and affection spread through the space. It was a moment of pure love, where the smallest gestures held the deepest meaning. The little boy, with his fierce love for his new friend, had shown the world what it truly meant to care for someone with all your heart.

Now, as they stood beside Shanaya's bed, she suddenly asked,

“Aviyaan, how did she look? Is she pretty?,”

Aviyaan’s face lit up with a wide grin as he replied,

“Aunty, she is Hoor.”

His voice was filled with so much affection that everyone couldn't help but smile. In that moment, it was clear how deeply he adored his little friend. He remembered how his mother once told him that the word Hoor is used for the most beautiful women, and to him, this baby girl was the most beautiful of all.

I still remember the day we brought her home-it was the happiest day of my life! I finally had a little baby to play with, and my heart was bursting with joy.

Thinking about everything, I got ready for the new day. Just as I was about to step out, I heard Ranbir's voice calling from outside.

“Aaja bhai thusle, late ho raha hai!”

“Come and eat, it is getting late!” he shouted, his tone urgent. Quickly, I slung my bag over my shoulder and stepped outside to join him for breakfast.

The day passed without any unnecessary drama. Our first semester was coming to an end next month, which meant it was time to buckle down and start preparing for final exams. After a long day, we finally returned to our apartment. As soon as we stepped inside, Ranbir collapsed onto the sofa with a tired sigh, while I headed straight to my room to freshen up.

After washing up, I called my family, catching up with them before dialing Hoor's number. The moment she answered, her melodious voice rang in my ears, instantly easing my stress and bringing an unconscious smile to my face.

“Hello ji,” she greeted playfully.

“How are you, Hoor?,” I asked, leaning back against the headboard.

“I am good... but a little sad,” she admitted, her voice carrying a hint of disappointment.

Hearing that, I immediately sat up, concern creeping into my tone. “Why sad?,”

She let out a soft sigh before continuing, “You know my birthday is next month, right?,”

I hummed in acknowledgment, letting her speak.

“I was just feeling a little down, thinking you won't be here with me.”

Her words hit me like a pang in the chest. I sighed, rubbing my forehead as I explained the unavoidable reality-my semester exams were next month. She understood, of course, but I couldn't ignore the unspoken hurt laced in her silence.

Even through the phone, I could feel her disappointment, and it made my heart ache.

Disconnecting the call i immediately checked my date sheet to see a mere chances of me going there, as i see through my date sheet, my last paper is on 6th and her birthday is on 7th-maybe if i try i can go there just after my last exam,

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