Tall, rich, and the pride of his family — he defied his parents to marry a plain, short woman. but the moment he saw their firstborn, his smile vanished…

Aarav had always been the pride of his family. Tall, handsome, brilliant in school, and now successful in his career—he was the ideal man that many young women dreamed of marrying. His parents always expected that their son would marry a beautiful, well-matched woman from a respected family.

But Aarav defied those expectations.

He fell in love with Meera—a small, plain-looking woman, barely five feet tall. When Aarav brought Meera home to meet his parents, they were shocked and deeply disapproving. They couldn’t understand why their son, with so many options, would choose someone so “ordinary.”

But despite the opposition, Aarav was determined to marry her.

Their early married life was peaceful. Meera was kind-hearted, gentle, and always devoted to Aarav—caring for him with quiet dedication.

But soon, the whispers started.

Friends and extended relatives made their judgments. Every time someone saw Meera, they looked away awkwardly. Some even made cruel comments.

“A man like you… and that’s your wife?”

That line became a slow, growing wound in Aarav’s heart.

The Turning Point
Then came the day Meera gave birth.

Aarav waited with excitement to see his first child. But when the doctor handed him the newborn, he froze.

The baby wasn’t fair-skinned or chubby. Instead, the child was tiny, fragile—bearing a clear resemblance to Meera.

Disappointment crept into Aarav’s heart. He felt an overwhelming wave of regret.

That night, in the hospital room, Aarav sat silently by Meera’s bed. She was tired, but her eyes sparkled as she looked at their child. She turned to him and whispered:

“Isn’t our baby adorable?”

Aarav didn’t answer. Guilt churned in his chest, but the shadow of regret loomed larger.

Distance and Realization
In the days that followed, Aarav became distant. He spoke less, avoided eye contact, and showed less affection. Meera noticed the change. It saddened her deeply—but she said nothing. She continued to care for him, cook his favorite meals, tend to the baby, and love him as she always had.

Then one day, Aarav returned home earlier than usual.

He paused outside the nursery and overheard Meera speaking softly to the baby:

“Your father is a wonderful man. He’s the one I love the most. And you, my darling, you will grow up strong—and make him proud.”

Hearing those words, something shifted inside Aarav.

He looked into the room—and saw Meera gently cradling their baby, her voice full of warmth, her smile full of hope.

She hadn’t blamed him, even when she felt his coldness. She had continued to love him, love their child—without condition.

Overwhelmed with emotion, Aarav stepped forward and wrapped his arms around them both.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

Meera looked up and smiled—that same gentle smile that had once made him fall in love.

And in that moment, Aarav realized something profound: He had never truly regretted marrying Meera.

He had simply forgotten the most important truth—

Love is not measured by appearances, but by sincerity and sacrifice.

A Changed Man
From that day on, Aarav changed.

He spent more time at home, held his child with tenderness, and cherished Meera deeply. He realized that happiness isn’t found in perfection or external beauty—but in the quiet, loving moments shared between hearts.

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