As Vanya slept peacefully in Viransh's arms, he remained wide awake, his soul drinking in every precious second like a man dying of thirst. This wasn't just sleeplessness - this was pure, raw worship. Seven years. Seven long, crushing years of praying to Mahadev ,of falling to his knees and bargaining with fate, of carrying her memory like a sacred flame that burned through his chest day and night. And now she was here, real and warm and breathing against his heart.

He held her with the reverence of a devotee holding something divine, something so precious that one wrong move could make it disappear forever. His arms encircled her completely, desperately, as if he could shield her from the entire cruel world, as if his embrace could somehow make up for all the endless nights he had slept alone with empty arms, all the mornings he had woken up reaching for her only to find cold, empty space. The soft blanket cocooned them both, but it was his love - desperate, consuming, overwhelming love - that truly wrapped around her like armor.