Arohi stood frozen, her hands trembling in Ishaan’s grasp, when a small voice echoed through the room like a soft beam of light cutting through a storm.
“Papa!”
Both Arohi and Ishaan turned, startled. At the doorway stood Ahan, clutching his stuffed dinosaur, his big eyes wide but unwavering. “I know you’re my papa,” he said quietly. “I heard you both talking at the resort... I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to make mumma sad.”
Arohi gasped, her heart sinking. “Ahan…” she whispered, moving toward him.
Ahan ran into her arms but looked up at her pleadingly. “Mumma, please forgive papa—for me. I want my papa. I love him.”
Arohi’s throat tightened. She glanced at Ishaan, who had fallen completely silent, his face crumbling with emotion. His son—his own son—had just called him
