They were lying in bed, after their passionate night.....sheets slightly tangled, naked,the room dim except for the soft yellow light from the bedside lamp. Sana rested on her side, one leg casually draped over Sid’s, her fingers tracing invisible patterns on his chest. The silence between them wasn’t awkward—it was the kind that comes after closeness, when words feel heavier but more honest.

Sid sighed first. “So… how exactly do we convince your family that marrying a divorced man with a child is a great life choice?”