The soft morning light streamed through the sheer curtains, painting golden stripes across the bedroom floor. Anjali sat on the edge of the bed, her hands trembling around a small white stick. Two pink lines stared back at her, almost too good to be real. Her breath hitched—half in disbelief, half in overwhelming joy.

Her heart pounded, and for a moment, she closed her eyes, pressing her palm over her stomach. There's a little life inside me... our life. Tears pricked her lashes. She had dreamt of this for so long—through the years of hoping, the nights of quiet yearning, and the endless discussions that had almost broken her heart. And now, when she least expected it... God had answered.