Now, Yugh and Anisa had settled into a cooperative rhythm. For several weeks, Anisa would work at the studio while Yugh stayed home to care for the baby. The following weeks, they would switch; Yugh would go to the studio, and Anisa would come to the Singh household to watch Ayaan until his return, before heading back to her own apartment. Lately, Anisa found she could scarcely manage without little Ayaan. She called Yugh constantly, just to hear about the baby's day. 💓
All the while, Yugh wrestled with the affection for Anisa growing steadily in his heart. How could he possibly tell her what she now meant to him? He turned the question over in his mind, day after day, until finally, he resolved to speak his truth. He chose a special occasion: the Friday of this very week, when Ayaan would be exactly three months old.
For this, a simple confession would not suffice. Yugh began to plan a surprise party, a small gathering of their closest friends, where warmth and laughter would pave the way for his vulnerable heart. He envisioned the soft glow of lanterns, Ayaan cooing in Anisa's arms, and the moment he could finally step beyond their practical arrangement and ask for something infinitely more personal. This Friday would be more than a celebration of Ayaan's milestone; it would be the delicate beginning of his own hope, carefully wrapped in the guise of a party, where he would offer Anisa not just his words, but his whole world. 🌠