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Purvanahi POV :-

We finally stepped out of the mall—me, Esha, and little Atharv. The sun was setting, casting a soft orange glow on the streets, and Atharv's laughter echoed as he tightly gripped Esha's hand, swinging his plush toy in the air like a trophy. He was happy, his tiny feet skipping over the pavement, and Esha was also smiling.

For a moment, I just stared at them, unable to believe it was the same Esha I had known since childhood. The shy, quiet girl who used to hide behind her mother's dupatta now appears mature, confident, and beautiful. She walked and carried herself with grace, and she was holding a baby on her hip like she was born to do so.

She is only 21. Nonetheless, the way she cares for Atharv, loves him, and protects him as if he were her own is unbelievable. Nobody would guess that she is not his biological mother. But, to Atharv, she is. She feels like one to me, too.

She’s exactly like Neelam Aunty. Not just in beauty—but in how she talks, how she smiles, how she hugs. Neelam Aunty proudly carried the same warmth, softness, and quiet strength. I see it all in Esha.