Next Day – Kiara's Room
Kiara still lay unconscious, her face pale, her breathing soft but shallow. Yuvaan sat beside her on the bed, gently holding her hand as if afraid she'd slip away if he loosened his grip.
"Why hasn't she woken up yet?" Yuvaan whispered, voice cracking. "It's been hours… Kiara never sleeps this much. Something is wrong."
Bhoomi rested a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Beta, she will wake up. She's strong."
Angad nodded in agreement. "She defeated Dev. She survived sacrificing her powers. She will survive this too."
Vikram, standing close to the bed with his fists trembling, said heavily, "My daughter gave up everything—her divine powers, her identity—to save us. Of course her body is weak. She fought a battle no human should survive."
Chandrika wiped her tears and folded her hands in prayer.
"Bhagwan… please perform one miracle. Bring back our happiness. Bring back Kiara to us."
The room fell into a tense silence, broken only by the soft beeping of the monitor beside Kiara.
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Outside the Mansion
Varun stood under the shade of an old neem tree, facing Dilruba. She looked down shyly, her fingers twisting the corner of her dupatta.
"Thank you… for everything," Varun said sincerely.
Dilruba's cheeks flushed. "Don't—don't thank me. I just… did what felt right."
Varun smiled softly. "Still… it means there's at least one witch in Kaalvansh who has a heart. You helped us when you didn't have to."
Dilruba blinked quickly, hiding her emotions. "Maybe… maybe I don't want to be just another witch. Maybe I want to live like a human. Do something with my life."
Varun stepped closer. "Then do it. Live like one. You deserve better than the darkness you were born into."
He paused, genuinely curious.
"So… what's your ambition? What do you really want for yourself?"
Dilruba lowered her gaze, then said quietly, "I have only one ambition."
Varun straightened. "Tell me. I promise I'll help make it come true."
She looked up at him, eyes shimmering with vulnerability.
"You," she whispered. "You're my ambition."
Varun froze.
Dilruba let out a soft nervous laugh.
"You promised to fulfill my ambition… remember? Unless you're scared. That I'm a witch. That I might be playing with your feelings."
Her voice softened, painfully honest.
"My father was human. He loved my fox-witch mother truly. I… I want love like that too. But I won't force you. If you ever feel something for me, good. If not…"
She swallowed.
"I pray you find someone who loves you with all their heart."
She turned to walk away, trying to hide the crack in her voice.
Varun took two steps in the opposite direction.
Stopped.
Something pulled him back—her honesty, her pain, her bravery.
He spun around, grabbed her wrist gently, and pulled her into him.
Before she could speak, Varun cupped her face and kissed her—soft at first, then deep, full of emotion and certainty.
Dilruba's eyes fluttered shut as she melted into the kiss, her heart racing with a feeling she had never known—
Real love.
Meanwhile – Kiara's Room
A soft shimmer spread across the room.
Everyone looked around in confusion as flower buds began appearing on the walls, the windowsills, even on the curtains. Small birds fluttered in from the open balcony, carrying delicate petals and weaving them gently into a crown of fresh blossoms around unconscious Kiara's head.
Bhoomi gasped.
"Yeh… yeh ho kya raha hai?"
Angad stepped forward instinctively.
"Is she… using her powers again?"
Before anyone could answer, Kajal entered the room calmly, her expression steady.
"There's nothing to worry about."
Yuvaan immediately turned to her, tense and desperate.
"Then does Kiara still have her powers? If she does, why isn't she waking up?"
Kajal shook her head softly.
"My daughter no longer has her divine powers."
Vikram froze, shock crossing his face.
"What do you mean? Kajal… you know only Kiara's presence can make flowers bloom. If she's powerless, then what is happening here?"
Kajal stepped to Kiara's bedside, brushing a hand lovingly over her daughter's hair.
"A part of Kiara is doing all this."
Riddhi frowned in confusion.
"Aunt… please be clear. What part?"
Kajal turned to the family with a serene smile.
"There is going to be a bloom of happiness in this house."
Yuvaan, already fraying, snapped gently,
"MIL, please—stop speaking in riddles. We're all worried for Kiara. Just tell us what is happening!"
Kajal looked straight at him and said warmly,
"Calm down. Anger doesn't suit a father-to-be."
Yuvaan began, "How can I possibly cal—"
He stopped.
The words hit him like lightning.
Everyone else froze too—staring at Kajal, then at Kiara, then back at Yuvaan.
Yuvaan whispered, stunned,
"F–father to be?"
Kajal nodded with overflowing affection.
"Yes. I received the sign in Naaglok. Jishwa is pregnant. Which means the child of the Jishwa and the Warlock King—your child—will soon be born. And that baby is the one making the flowers bloom."
A beat of silence.
Then—
The entire family erupted into joy.
Tears. Laughter. Hugs.
Vikram and Chandrika clutched each other, overwhelmed.
Bhoomi squealed.
Angad lifted Riddhi off her feet.
Everyone rushed to Yuvaan, embracing him, blessing him, congratulating him.
And through it all, Kiara lay peacefully—
surrounded by blooming flowers,
crowned by nature itself,
her unborn child already radiating divine energy.