You Own My Heart ( Completed )

Chapter - 85

Hours passed. The pain intensified. Sanju finally stopped walking and lay down again on the bed, exhausted.

Doctors checked her frequently as the contractions became stronger. Sanju was now sweating and crying out in pain. Aryan's heart broke with every whimper. He held her hand tightly, staying by her side.

When the contractions peaked, the doctors moved her to the labor ward. Aryan tried to follow, but Sanju stopped him.

"No... Aryan, please wait outside," she said weakly.

Devika went in instead and held Sanju's hand, whispering comfort as she screamed through the pain.

Outside, Aryan paced up and down the corridor, fists clenched and tears rolling silently down his cheeks. Each scream from inside felt like a stab to his soul.

Inside the labor room, the doctors and Devika encouraged Sanju.

"Just one last push, Sanju! Come on!"

With one final scream that echoed through the hall, Sanju pushed, and then—there was another cry. A tiny, new voice filled the room.

The doctor smiled. "Congrats, it's a boy."

Devika kissed Sanju's forehead. The nurse gently placed the baby on Sanju's chest. Sanju kissed his tiny forehead and then closed her eyes, passing out from exhaustion.

Devika carefully picked up the baby, kissed his cheek, and handed him back to the nurse to clean.

Outside, Aryan stood frozen. His jaws clenched tightly, trying to hold back the flood of emotions threatening to burst. Devika walked out of the room and Aryan immediately rushed to her.

" Amma, how is Sanju? Please tell me," Aryan asked, his voice trembling with anticipation.

Devika smiled gently. "Hey relax Aryan, she is fine. And you are blessed with a prince. Both are fine. Sanju passed out of tiredness and she will wake up soon. The nurse will bring the baby shortly."

Aryan's eyes welled up as he hugged his mother. Ranjith stepped forward, pulling Aryan into a tight embrace.

"Congrats, buddy," Ranjith whispered with a wide grin.

Just then, the nurse walked out with a small bundle wrapped in a soft towel. She handed the baby to Aryan. His hands trembled as he received his newborn son. As he gazed at the tiny pink cheeks, the soft brown eyes, button nose, and the little dimples, goosebumps spread across his skin. The baby was a perfect blend of him and Sanju.

Aryan gently touched his son's little toes and fingers, and the baby clutched his finger instantly.

"Look at him," Devika said with pride. "He could identify his father's touch and held your finger immediately."

"He is both his father and mother," Ranjith added with emotion. "Our prince."

Aryan smiled and handed the baby to Ranjith, who held the child with care and kissed his forehead.

"You will always be my prince, baby," Ranjith whispered.

Aryan's eyes were fixed on the door. He couldn't wait to see his wife. The doctor walked out and congratulated Aryan.

"You can meet her now," the doctor informed him.

Without a moment's delay, Aryan rushed inside and saw Sanju lying exhausted on the bed. He gently hugged her and kissed her forehead.

"I'm so sorry, baby. You went through a lot of pain," he whispered.

Sanju gave a faint smile. "Do you feel sorry even after seeing our prince?"