ABHIMAAN FF-AGAR TUM SATH HO.

KARMA !!

Armaan stepped through the door of their home after a tiring day at the court, the faint click of the latch announcing his arrival. His heart was pounding in excitement, the adrenaline of the day still coursing through his veins. It had been hours in the closed chamber of thr court room, with claims and accusations being hurled, but at the end of the day they had emerged victorious and it was all that mattered.

In one hand, he held his bag, and in the other, a tub of Abhira’s favorite ice cream—a small but thoughtful gesture to celebrate not just his victory, but their shared journey.

As he walked into the living room, his eyes immediately sought out Abhira. She was curled up on the couch with a book resting on her bump, her legs tucked under her, a serene look on her face. The sight of her, glowing in the soft evening light, filled his heart with a rush of love and gratitude. She looked up the moment she sensed him, and in an instant, their eyes met.

There was a moment of silence, a charged moment where everything seemed to still, as if the universe itself was waiting for the news he was about to share.

“Guess what?” Armaan couldn’t help but grin as he approached her, placing the ice cream tub on the coffee table with a sense of triumph. His voice was filled with excitement, his chest swelling with pride. “Not only did we win the case, but the MLA’s son is behind bars right now!”

Abhira’s eyes widened in disbelief before a radiant smile lit up her face. She quickly set her book aside and stood, her hands flying to her mouth in sheer joy. “Armaan! You did it!” she exclaimed, rushing to him and throwing her arms around him. Her embrace was tight, her body pressed against his, her heart pounding just as fast as his. “I am so, so proud of you!”

Armaan laughed softly, holding her close, his face buried in her hair. For a moment, he simply breathed her in, the scent of her calming his frayed nerves. It was moments like these that reminded him why he worked so hard—why every late night, every difficult decision, and every struggle was worth it. Because, at the end of the day, he had her. His rock. His constant.

He gently pulled back to look into her eyes, his voice filled with emotion. “We did it, Abhira. We both did. I couldn’t have gotten through any of this without you by my side, supporting me through it all.”

Her hands moved to his chest, smoothing down his shirt as she smiled up at him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears of pride. “You were amazing, Armaan. I know how much this case meant to you—the justice it would bring, not just for the victim, but for everyone who believed in you. You’ve proven yourself time and time again, and today… you’ve made all of us so proud.”

Armaan’s smile softened as he gazed down at her, his hand lifting to cup her cheek. “I wasn’t alone in this, though. You’ve been with me every step of the way, even when you couldn’t be at the firm anymore. I don’t think I could have done it without knowing you were here, believing in me.”

Abhira felt her throat tighten at his words. She had never doubted his capabilities, but hearing him acknowledge her part in his success made her heart swell with even more love for him. She reached up, brushing a soft kiss against his lips. “I’ve always believed in you, Armaan. Always.”

They stood there in the middle of their home, wrapped in each other’s arms, the weight of the moment settling over them. It wasn’t just the victory of the case that filled the air, but the quiet knowledge that they had faced so much together—and they had emerged stronger.

Armaan finally let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding. He gently pulled away, glancing over at the coffee table and pointing at the ice cream with a boyish grin. “And speaking of victories, I brought you something special to celebrate.” He picked up the tub and handed it to her with a flourish. “Your favorite—caramel chocolate swirl.”