Three Years Later

Pranay's pov:

It's been three years since Saisha wore that black robe and walked across the stage like she owned the world.
Three years since she squeezed my hand before launching our first full-fledged event company.
Three years since she turned every ordinary day into something magical.

And tonight, well—tonight she's gonna do it again.I am eager for what she would do.Ever since saisha came into my life I have this kinda excitement for birthdays like kids which i never had in childhood.

"Happy birthday, Pranuuu!" she chirped and placed wet kisses on my cheek, bouncing onto the bed like a kid.
I rubbed my eyes, trying to smile through the sleep haze. "You couldn't wait till sunrise?"

She giggled. "Birthdays don't wait, Mr. Pranay."

The bedroom was glowing. Fairy lights were draped over the curtain rod, balloons floated in clusters, and a tiny confetti cannon was sitting in the corner (ready for action, I was sure).

She walked in again with a chocolate truffle cake, my favorite and singing the birthday song completely off-pitch but with the kind of love that made my eyes sting.

We cut the cake.
Fed each other.
And then, she kissed my forehead and said, "Wait here."

She returned with a small box wrapped in navy-blue paper, tied with a golden ribbon.

"What's this now?" I asked, already curious.

"Open it," she grinned, biting her lower lip.

I pulled off the ribbon, unwrapped the paper, and opened the lid.
Inside was a white T-shirt folded neatly. The words in bold made me freeze—

"Dad-to-be."

Next to it, a pregnancy test stick with two solid pink lines. And a pair of tiny baby socks.

I blinked.
Looked up at her.
Back at the test.
Then at her again.

"Aishu..." I whispered, still processing.

Her eyes were brimming with emotion. She nodded softly.

And that's when it hit me.
We were going to be parents.

I pulled her into my arms, hugging her like I never wanted to let go. I peppered her face with kisses, tears sneaking down without shame.

"This... this is the best birthday gift ever."
"Better than the DSLR I gave last year?" she teased.

"Way better," I whispered into her hair. "You're going to be an amazing mother."

She smiled. "And you'll be the most annoying, overprotective father."

"Oh, you don't know what's coming. Starting tomorrow — no more pani puri and junk foods. No falling. No stunt-walking in heels."

She groaned, "And I thought pregnancy hormones were the worst part."

9 Months Later

Right now, I'm pacing outside the labor room, my heart thudding louder than a dhol at a Punjabi wedding.

It's been four hours.

Four long hours of hearing Saisha scream in pain.

And every single time she did, something inside me crumbled.

"Nope," I muttered, clutching my head. "We are never doing this again. I am going to get a vasectomy done.That's it."

My mind was a mess. Half of me wanted to barge into the OT, the other half was terrified of passing out at the sight of blood.

Then, finally, the door opened.

A nurse walked out, followed by the doctor — smiling.

"Congratulations, Mr. Mishra. It's a girl."

My knees nearly gave way.

They handed me a small bundle wrapped in a soft pink towel, her tiny fists curled up, eyes barely open, and lips forming the tiniest pout.

I gasped.

She was... ours.

"Saisha?" I asked quickly.

"She's fine. Just exhausted. You can see her now."

I cradled my daughter — my daughter — as I walked into the room.

There she was.
Saisha.
Pale, drowsy, but smiling when her eyes met mine.

"Pranu..." she whispered.

"She's beautiful," I choked, sitting beside her and placing the baby near her.

Tears welled in her eyes as her fingers touched our daughter's cheek.

"What should we name her?" I whispered.

She smiled, and in unison, we said:

"Ruhanika."

As I stood at the edge of the hospital bed, watching Saisha hold our daughter for the first time, everything else faded — the bright lights, the beeping monitors, even my own breath.

In her eyes, I saw the same girl I married — wide-eyed, nervous, unsure of what this world held for her. But now, I also saw the woman she became. Strong. Passionate. Unapologetically herself.

From the shy village girl who had never stepped out of her home, who whispered her dreams in fragments...
To the confident photographer who conquered Paris, led shoots, earned accolades, and never forgot to come home to me.
From the girl who once feared holding a camera...
To the woman now holding our baby — our world.

I remember every part of us.
That awkward wedding night where silence weighed more than words.
The innocent moments of laughter.
The first time she touched a lens and looked at the world differently.
The petty fights, the raw misunderstandings, the tears that taught us how to love deeper.
The stolen kisses that turned into promises.
The night we became one — not just in body, but in heart and soul.
She wasn't just my wife.
She was my only — my first, and now, the mother of my child.

I kissed her forehead softly.

"From being two strangers in a forced union, to being each other's everything... we've come a long way, Saisha."

She looked up at me, tired eyes brimming with joy, and whispered,
"Thank you for giving me the world, Pranu."

I smiled, brushing her hair away,
"No, Aishu... thank you for building it with me."

Together, we looked down at the little miracle we made — Ruhanika , the most beautiful chapter of our love story.

We weren't second chances.
We were firsts.
First love.
First kiss.
First home.
First dream.
First heartbeat together.

And now...
Our forever had a new beginning.

As I looked at my two girls lying beside me — one asleep, one wide-eyed — I realized this wasn't just the end of a chapter.

It was the start of a brand new book.

And no matter where life takes us from here...

It would always be the three of us.

Forever.

  ✿ THE END ✿

                                                              Author's Note

Hey everyone,

I honestly can't believe Musafir-e-Ruh ~ Lost and Found in You is complete. This story has been such an emotional ride for me, and I'm so grateful you chose to be a part of it. Whether you started from the beginning or joined somewhere in the middle, thank you for sticking around and giving your time, love, and support to this story.

Your reads, votes, and comments have meant more than you know. Truly.

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Honestly if you guys were not here,i could have never continued this story.

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