{"id":7642,"date":"2025-11-29T13:06:02","date_gmt":"2025-11-29T13:06:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/time.amazingstory.blog\/?p=7642"},"modified":"2025-11-29T13:06:03","modified_gmt":"2025-11-29T13:06:03","slug":"knowing-that-i-was-infertile-the-grooms-family-asked-for-my-hand-in-marriage-on-the-night-of-the-wedding-as-soon-as-i-picked-up-the-blanket-i-was-stunned-to-find-out-why","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/time.amazingstory.blog\/?p=7642","title":{"rendered":"Knowing that I was infertile, the groom\u2019s family asked for my hand in marriage. On the night of the wedding, as soon as I picked up the blanket, I was stunned to find out why."},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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Despite knowing that I was infertile, the groom\u2019s family still proposed marriage to me. On the night of the wedding, as soon as I picked up the blanket, I was stunned to find out why\u2026
My name is Ananya Sharma, I am 30 years old. I thought I would be alone for the rest of my life. Three years ago, after a surgery at AIIMS, New Delhi, the doctor told me that I could not be a mother.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That news moved me from the sky to the sky. My boyfriend of five years, Rohan, was silent the whole evening, then the next day he sent me only one message:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry. Come on, let\u2019s stop now. \u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

From then on, I stopped thinking about wedding dresses. Until I met Kabir.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kabir Malhotra was seven years older than me, the new branch manager, who had just taken charge of my office in Gurugram. He was gracious, calm and had smiling eyes. I used to praise him, but I kept a distance from him. How can an ideal man like her choose a woman like me who can\u2019t bear children?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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However, they took the initiative to contact me. On nights when they worked overtime, they would bring me hot lunch boxes or hot khichdi. On cold days, they would quietly place a packet of ginger tea on my desk.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When he proposed, I cried. I accepted the whole truth about my illness. But they just smiled and patted me on the head:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI know. Don\u2019t worry. \u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His family also did not object. His mother\u2014Savita Malhotra\u2014came to my house in south Delhi to ask for my hand at the wedding, everything ready. I thought I was dreaming, thinking that God must have loved me so much that he blessed me late.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

On the day of the wedding, I wore a red lehenga and sat holding Kabir\u2019s hand to the tune of Shehnai in the yellow light of a small hall in Hauz Khas. I cried when I saw his soft eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

On the night of the wedding, I sat in front of the mirror and took off all the hairpins. Kabir came from outside, took off his sherwani and placed it on the chair. He came up to me, took me in his arms from behind and rested his chin on my shoulder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAre you tired?\u201d he asked quietly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I nodded, my heart pounding.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He grabbed my hand and led me to bed. Then he picked up the blanket. I was stunned\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It wasn\u2019t just the two of us in bed. There, a little boy of about four years old was fast asleep, his chubby cheeks and long, crooked eyelashes. He was fast asleep hugging an old teddy bear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I stammered and turned to him:
\u201cThis\u2026 Is\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kabir sighed softly as he stroked my hair:
\u201cThis is my son. \u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I was speechless. He sat down beside his son, his eyes soft and full of love:
\u201cHis mother\u2026 I had an ex-girlfriend\u2014Mira. At that time, her family was poor, Nani (grandmother) was seriously ill, Meera had left school to do various kinds of work. When she was pregnant, she didn\u2019t tell me. When the child was two years old, he died in an accident. That\u2019s when I found out I had a child. For the past few years, the baby has been with the nanny in Jaipur. Now that she has passed away, I have brought the baby back. \u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She looked deeply into my eyes, her voice choked:
\u201cSorry for not telling you earlier. But I need you. I need a mother for my son. And I want a whole family, too. You may not be able to give birth to a child, but for me, as long as you love him, that\u2019s enough. I can\u2019t lose you. \u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My tears flowed, hot. I sat on the bed, stretched out my hand to stroke the baby\u2019s hair. He moved slightly, his lips moved, and he called out in his sleep:
\u201cMother\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I burst into tears. My heart was breaking. I looked at Kabir, his eyes full of fear, I was afraid that I would leave.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But I couldn\u2019t go. I nodded slightly:
\u201cYes\u2026 I\u2019ll have a mother from now on. \u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kabir hugged me tightly. Outside the window, the moon shone in the Delhi sky, illuminating the small room in Saket\u2019s apartment. I knew, from now on, that my life would enter a new chapter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I may not be able to become a mother biologically, but I can become a mother with love. And for me, that\u2019s enough happiness.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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