Today started off with the sweet scent of fresh fruits nd pancakes wafting through the air. The morning light poured in through the kitchen window as laughter echoed between the walls of our cozy home.

The four of us—our little family—gathered around the breakfast table. Avni our curious nd endlessly talkative 5year old daughter, tried to balance a strawberry on her fork while arjun,2year old, proudly showed off the syrup smile he’d made on his sandwich.

U glanced across the table at him. Tarun Ahlawat—once the untouchable Top paid Advocate, now the man who made coffee just the way u liked it every morning.

After breakfast, the kids dashed outside to the backyard, playing with there Labrador pup. U curled up on the couch, back nestled comfortably against Tarun’s chest. One of his arms draped loosely around ur shoulder, nd the other occasionally brought a warm mug of coffee to his lips.

As u both watched a quiet documentary neither of u was truly paying attention to, he placed soft, absent-minded kisses on the top of ur head—every few minutes, as if to remind u without words: I love u. I’m here. This is ours.

The world outside felt distant. In that moment, nothing mattered more than the warmth of his arms, the echo of ur children’s laughter through the window, nd the quiet peace of a life u built—together. He look down at u "its beautiful isn't it???"