Chapter 126 Happy Ending!!
The merry-go-round spins round and round, and with the colorful lights and motion, both of their faces light up even more. Their eyes reflect the innocence and pure joy of childhood, something I perhaps hadn’t noticed before.
Vihan and Samar exchange a quiet smile and nod slightly. Rimjhim and Neeti can’t hold back their laughter their eyes sparkle at the children’s and their friends’ playful moments. Pihu and Shivi are completely immersed in their rides, their innocent laughter blending with Ruhi and Rohit’s sweet moments, creating a magical harmony.
A while later, all the children have played themselves tired and, with their tiny little bodies, have gotten off the rides and fallen asleep. The park is now quiet, yet the atmosphere of love and happiness remains as warm as ever.
Rohit and Ruhi sit on the rotary Octopus. The coaster moves slowly, but the joy and excitement are clearly visible on their faces. Rohit, sitting on the coaster, shouts loudly, “I love you, Ruhi..!”
I watch as Ruhi, with her innocent little voice, replies just as loudly, “I love you too..!”
They look into each other’s eyes and burst into laughter. Their laughter and this moment of love seem to rise and fall with the roller coaster, and their hearts beat as one.
Meanwhile, Neeti and Shorya are sitting on the Tea Cup ride. Amidst the laughter and the spinning ride, Neeti’s gaze is fixed on Shorya. Shorya, holding Vikram in his arms, leans closer to Neeti and softly says, “I love you.”
Neeti’s eyes fill with surprise and love. Shorya gently holds her hand and says, “I know, that day, whatever I said in anger was wrong. I shouldn’t have said it. I promise, I will never hurt you like that again.”
He pulls Neeti into his arms and tenderly says, “Everything you do for my family, for my children, and for me can never be covered by just a simple ‘thank you.’”
Tears well up in Neeti’s eyes. Shorya holds her close to his chest and softly whispers, “Now forgive me… I really don’t like being away from you.”
Neeti places her tiny hand on his chest and presses herself close to him. The sparkling lights of the park, like moonlight, fall upon them, making it feel as though they are the only two people in the world.
Meanwhile, Riya and Karan sit on a roller coaster. The coaster moves slowly, and the cool breeze brushes against their faces. Riya, with a mix of sadness and nostalgia, says, “I also used to feel very sad. Remember when Shivi was born? It was so hard for me. At that time… I missed you so much. Our little mischief, our daughter, came into this world and she was so cute. I went through so much pain during the entire pregnancy.”
Karan gently places his hand over hers and says, “I love you… and I’m sorry I wasn’t there with you at that time.”
Tears form in Riya’s eyes, but she smiles softly and says, “It wasn’t because of your mistakes… otherwise, if I hadn’t done all that in pressure, I know you would have taken such good care of me.”
Karan wipes her tears gently with his fingers and says, “Now be quiet… from now on, we will always be together, okay?”
Riya nods. Their hearts beat together as one, filled with love and reassurance.
Rimjhim and Vihan sit together in one of the Ferris wheel’s cups. Little Viransh is peacefully asleep in Rimjhim’s lap, while tiny Pihu is curled up in Vihan’s arms, completing her sleep. From above, the entire park glows like a sea of lights, and the moonlight spreads across everything, turning the whole scene into a magical world.
Smiling softly with love, Rimjhim says, “This view is so beautiful… look, the entire park is shining, and the moonlight is spread everywhere.”
Vihan, lost in the same beauty, replies quietly, “Yes, it really is very beautiful.”
When Rimjhim glances at him, she notices how intensely Vihan is looking at her. Her cheeks flush red, and her heart skips a beat. There may be a 7-year age gap between them, but it never diminishes the love they feel for one another—their bond is deep, pure, and full of devotion.
Rimjhim slowly rests her head against Vihan’s chest. Wrapping his arms around her, Vihan says tenderly, “You’re very precious… but there’s someone even more precious than you in my life.”
Rimjhim looks up at him with mock seriousness, and Vihan smiles, “My princess… she’s more precious than you.”
Rimjhim laughs softly and teases, “I must have troubled you a lot, haven’t I?”
Shaking his head, Vihan replies warmly, “No… you’ve only filled my life with happiness. You’ve given me the rarest diamonds of my life.”
Rimjhim smiles and says, “Your princess is exactly like you… just a little mischievous.”
Vihan chuckles, “Then she must be like you.”
Rimjhim gives him a mock glare, and both burst out laughing. Then, without another word, Vihan pulls her tightly into his embrace. The glow of the moonlight falls upon them, while the sparkling park lights surround them, making their love shine even brighter. For them, it is a moment of pure magic one that will stay in their hearts forever.
Meanwhile, in another cup of the Ferris wheel, I sit with Samar. The air is cool and fresh, and from this height, the entire amusement park spreads out below us, glowing with vibrant colors under the moon’s soft radiance.
In Samar’s arms, little Ayansh is asleep, his tiny breaths making him look like an angel. On my lap sits our baby girl, Shivi, who isn’t sleepy at all. Her innocent eyes sparkle as she tugs at my dupatta, pinches my cheeks playfully, and traces her tiny fingers across my face. I smile lovingly, caring for her as if nothing else in the world matters.
Samar’s eyes are fixed on me, his heart melting at the sight of me showering love and warmth on our daughter. With a soft smile, he whispers, “With the kids, you become a child yourself.”
I glance at him, smile shyly, but say nothing. Samar draws in a deep breath, a heaviness lingering in his heart. Gently, he says, “Ishani… you’re still upset with me, aren’t you? About the decision I made… at the time of the abortion?”
My eyes grow moist, but I steady my voice and reply, “No… I’m not upset. It’s just… I still can’t believe my fate.”
Samar frowns slightly, confused. “What do you mean?”
My eyes fill with tears as I speak in a trembling voice, “I mean… I got such a good husband, one who even gave up his own child for me. That’s the greatest blessing of my life… and also the heaviest burden. Sometimes I feel I don’t even deserve someone like you.”
At that moment, Samar sees nothing but me. Taking my hand in his, he says with heartfelt sincerity, “Do you know what my life was like before you? I was ruthless, a man who cared for nothing, who didn’t even understand the meaning of love.
But when you entered my life… everything changed. You became my everything. You’re not just the Black King’s wife… you’re the only woman I’ve ever given my entire life to. You can scold me, hurt me, even break me—but the one thing you can never do is leave me.”
Tears slip down my cheeks. I look at little Shivi in my lap, who is still giggling and playing. Softly, I say, “Maybe I am truly lucky… that I have you in my life. That I have a husband like you.”
Samar pulls me into his arms, my heartbeat racing. Whispering against my hair, he says, “In every life, I only want you… only you as my wife.”
My heart melts. Resting my head on his chest, I feel safe and loved. Shivi, too, seems to feel the warmth of her parents, as she nestles between us, clinging to both.
Looking up at him with teary eyes, I whisper, “I love you.”
Samar kisses my forehead softly, replying, “I love you too.”
Then I gently cover Shivi’s tiny eyes with my hand, lean forward, and press my lips against Samar’s. His eyes glisten with love as Shivi tries to push my hand away with her little fingers, but she’s too small to manage it.
When I finally pull away, Samar, still gazing at me, asks with a smile, “What was that?”
I remove my hand from Shivi’s eyes, who now looks at me with a puzzled pout. Smiling tenderly, I say, “They say… if you kiss someone at the top of a Ferris wheel, you stay together forever.”
Shivi doesn’t understand, of course, but in her tiny, broken voice, she repeats, “Mee… too…”
I say with a smile, “My little dragon, you too.”
Hearing our daughter’s sweet words, both Samar and I laugh joyfully. Samar looks deeply into my eyes and says, “I’ll always be with you.”
Then he wraps me tightly in his arms. Shivi snuggles in between, and both of us hold her close. The moonlight shines down upon the three of us, illuminating the moment with pure love.
THE END
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