And in the memories of our Ram and Priya, one little call with an argument about the code has already established their special bond.
He is the only one for her, she is the only one for him. Everything came from this. Even disputes for them are part of something beautiful, like everything connected with them. He is always ready to listen to her sweet grumblings and jokes, and she is always ready to laugh at his strange jokes and joke back so that he is sweetly frightened of her, as she always was.
They put together the name of their daughter out of love for each other, knowledge of every little thing and love for their already born star Pihu. Pihu wanted Prachi, mom and dad love her and each other immensely. So, the baby will have exactly this name. I won't think about what will happen tomorrow. Let's just rejoice for them and wish such love to each other.
A man who, like Ram, would remind Priya that his hand was always ready to invite her to the dance alone, and his jacket would always cover her head from the rain. Someone like Priya will be happy with every little thing from a loved one, even if it's just pretty shiny pieces of paper. Happy only because the beloved is there and ready to kneel down to talk to his child.
They don't need anything big, they, Rama and Priya, only need them and their children.
And Nandini, like Swati, can go for a walk farther. Because one is too black, enough to frame a child, and the other is too weak to protect him and herself.
Therefore, today I see only a bakery in which two hearts will always keep some of their best memories and another small conversation with their child and those blessings to the second child that were sent through the name of her sister - Prachi, connecting all four into one great love.
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