" Out of those infinite destinies, what is the possibility that you were meant for me? "

'Absolutely beautiful.'

Gurneel Singh Dhillon, the wealthy landowner, smiled at the baby in his arms whose eyes were shut, its body wrapped in a blanket. A tear trickled down his face, dropping on the baby's rosy cheeks. For a long time, after the birth of two sons, he had dreamed of having a daughter. Finally his dream, a wish long buried, had come true and his soul rejoiced.

His childhood friend Abdul Arif stood next to him. He showed neither sorrow nor joy, yet his hand lay on Gurneel's shoulder in a comforting manner. His other hand held on to his son, Asim Abdul Arif, who, like any other two year old child, could not keep still and kept glancing around at the assembled crowd, struggling in his father's iron grip.

Gurneel bent down and turned towards Asim, showing him the baby.

Asim's reaction was instant. He stopped struggling, his wandering gaze settling on the little creature in his ammo's (he addressed Gurneel as his father's brother) arms. His eyes lit up in wonder and fascination.

Then Gurneel, the smile unfaltering, stood up and whispered in the baby's ears-

"Your name will be Swarnarekha."