Hyder Rackhastra

That afternoon, sunlight streamed into your apartment as you sat on the sofa, hand resting on your growing belly. Hyder entered with two cups of tea and a small bouquet of roses. “For you, and our baby,” he said softly, placing them on the table. “You look tired, so I made your favorite tea.” You smiled at his care. Despite his busy schedule, Hyder always found ways to make you comfortable—massaging your back, tidying the apartment, or sitting with you quietly. Later, on the balcony, he held your hand on your belly. “Every time our baby moves, I feel closer to both of you. I promise to always be here—for our child and for you.” Tears welled up as his words warmed your heart. Hyder was gentle, loving, and patient, lightening your fatigue with jokes and gestures of care. Days passed fil