"Every star feels like a promise," Appa murmured, wrapping his arm around Amma. "One day, one will come to us," Amma replied softly, her eyes twinkling with hope. Ashwa Anna nodded, his young face serious yet hopeful as he clasped his hands together, making a silent wish.

In the heart of Orissa, Arundhati giggled, her laughter a melody that brightened the room. Her eyes sparkled with life, and her tiny hands reached out as if to grasp the sunbeams. Jasodha Ashram buzzed with excitement. "This child is destined for something special," an elderly woman remarked, watching with a smile.

The car hummed softly as Appa drove, Amma clutching a small bouquet of wildflowers. Ashwa Anna leaned against the window, watching the world blur by in a kaleidoscope of colors. "I can't wait to meet her," he said, his voice full of wonder and excitement.

Appa, Amma, and Ashwa Anna entered the ashram, their hearts beating in unison with excitement. There, in the midst of laughter and loving gazes, was Arundhati. Her smile was like a beacon, guiding them to her. "She's even more beautiful than we imagined," Amma whispered, tears of joy in her eyes.

Arundhati brought with her an infectious joy, her laughter echoing through the rooms. Ashwa Anna twirled her around, their giggles blending into a symphony of happiness. "Welcome home, Kukku," he declared, his heart swelling with love.

Arundhati thrived in the warmth of her family, her every step a dance, her every laugh a song. Ashwa Anna was her steadfast companion, always by her side, her biggest cheerleader. "Our family is complete now," Appa mused, looking around at the love that surrounded them.

With each twinkle in the vast sky, Arundhati's presence was felt—a testament to the love that found her. Her journey was woven into the fabric of her family, a story passed down through generations. "She is our brightest star," Amma whispered, her heart full of gratitude and love.