The walls were soft with yellow light. Rain pattered gently outside the window. Inside, it smelled of warm haldi milk and jasmine.
Yogtara's belly had grown round and heavy, her steps slow, her voice soft, her laughter rare—but her eyes? Still the same: glowing with ancient light.
And through it all—Avinash never left her side.
He didn't let her lift a spoon.
He rubbed her feet every night.
He braided her hair when she was too tired to do it herself.
He sang her lullabies... even when he forgot the lyrics halfway.
And in those final weeks—when her body grew weak from carrying not one, but two lives, and her world spun with exhaustion—Avinash simply picked her up.
Gently. Daily.
He'd carry her from bed to couch. From bathroom to balcony. From one room to another, holding her like she was the most precious secret the universe had ever whispered to him.
INT. HOSPITAL ROOM – THE DAY OF THE BIRTH
It was raining outside.
She clutched his hand tightly, her nails digging into his palm.
He kissed her forehead, again and again, whispering:
"Bas thoda aur, Yogtara... main yahin hoon. Har saans ke saath."
("Just a little more, Yogtara... I'm right here. With every breath.")
Then came the cries.
Not one, but two.
First Anvi—gentle, calm, already staring wide-eyed at the world.
Then Tara—loud, fierce, arriving with lungs full of life.
Avinash broke down.
Tears rolled down his cheeks as the nurse placed the two girls in Yogtara's arms.
She was pale, tired—but smiling. Smiling like she had lived ten lives and found peace in this one.
Avinash leaned down, wrapped his arms around the three of them.
"Do naam bataye the tumne pehle din... yaad hai?"
("You told me two names on the very first day... remember?")
She nodded weakly. "Anvi... aur Tara."
"Anvi," he whispered, kissing the forehead of the calmer twin. "Jo hamesha shant rahegi."
"Tara," he smiled, kissing the louder one. "Jo hamesha roshni banegi."
INT. HOME – NIGHT – A FEW DAYS LATER
The apartment was quiet.
Yogtara rested with the babies beside her.
Avinash stood by the window, holding a cup of tea. Watching the stars.
He looked back.
His wife. His daughters.
Not time. Not kingdoms. Not technology.
This was his miracle.
This was his ending.
Or perhaps... his new beginning.
THE END 🌙✨
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Yogtara
RomanceShe was a princess from the past. He was an engineer from the future. They weren't supposed to meet. But destiny doesn't follow timelines. Avinash accidentally activates his secret time machine-and lands 180 years in the past, right in the private c...
