Chapter 72: "Papa's Little Trickster"

Two months later, Vanshika gave birth to her and Vihaan's baby boy. The family's joy doubled with the arrival of the new member, and the celebrations were as grand as they had been for Vaidaksh. The Singhania mansion was once again adorned with flowers and decorations, and the atmosphere buzzed with excitement and happiness. Vihaan and Vanshika, overjoyed with their newborn, decided to honor Vaidehi by asking her to name their son. As the baby closely resembled Vihaan, Vaidehi chose the name "Vihaansh Vihaan Singhania," a name that reflected both his father’s and his family's legacy. The name "Vihaansh" was met with enthusiastic approval and heartfelt smiles. It symbolized a new beginning, much like the dawn (as "Vihaan" signifies), and the addition of "Ansh" meaning "part" represented that he was a part of Vihaan, a perfect blend of the father and son's names.  The moment was emotional and filled with love, marking the start of another beautiful chapter for the Singhania family. Vaidehi felt honored and touched, while Vanshika and Vihaan felt grateful and blessed. Little Vaidaksh now had a cousin and a lifelong friend, and the family's bond grew even stronger.

Now that Vihaansh is four months old and Vaidaksh is six months old, the house is full of baby sounds and activity. Vaidaksh has started sitting on his own and rolls around on the bed, never sitting quietly. He loved to sit on his own and roll around on the bed, a sight that filled his parents with both pride and concern. His tiny hands and legs never stopped moving, and he constantly blabbered in his baby language, making everyone around him smile with his infectious enthusiasm. At the moment, Vihaansh is sleeping peacefully on Vaidehi's bed, while Vaidaksh is sitting and playing with his toys. Vaidehi kept a close eye on both of them, making sure Vaidaksh didn't roll too close to the edge of the bed. Vihaansh is with Vaidehi because Vanshika and Vihaan went to Vanshika's maternal home due to her father's health issues. Vaidehi had carefully arranged pillows around the babies, aware of how naughty and mischievous her son, Vaidaksh, could be. She was seated on the couch, working on her laptop, handling some financial tasks for her academy. Her eyes kept drifting back to her children, making sure they were safe and content. As she watched her energetic son, Vaidehi couldn't help but smile at his antics.

Vaidaksh had a way of making everyone around him laugh with his exuberance. He picked up a soft toy and waved it around, his baby talk filling the room. Vaidehi marveled at how quickly he was growing and developing his own personality. Meanwhile, Vihaansh's soft, rhythmic breathing provided a calm contrast to Vaidaksh's liveliness. Vaidehi cherished these moments of tranquility, knowing that soon enough, Vihaansh would also be crawling and exploring his surroundings with just as much energy. Vaidaksh's giggles and babbles grew louder as he discovered a new toy. He looked up at Vaidehi with his wide, sparkling eyes and flashed a toothless grin. Vaidehi couldn't resist picking him up and showering him with kisses, his laughter filling the room even more. Every now and then, she would talk to Vaidaksh, who responded with happy babbles and giggles.

Vaidaksh: "Aaauihhhh iiieee oiii"

Vaidehi: "Ohh achcha"

(Ohh, really?)

Vaidaksh: "Haiiiiuu euuu oiii"

Vaidehi: "Areh waah Mera bachcha."

(Wow, my baby)

Vaidehi smiled, watching her son throw his hands in the air and then fall back on the bed, giggling uncontrollably. She couldn't help but chuckle at his antics. The room was filled with a sense of warmth and happiness, a perfect snapshot of their family life. Just then, Viyansh walked into the room. He paused at the door, taking in the scene: Vaidehi engrossed in her work, Vihaansh peacefully sleeping with his pacifier, and Vaidaksh giggling and throwing his hands and legs in the air, surrounded by his soft toys. A smile spread across Viyansh's face as he watched his family.

Viyansh: "Little Jaan, kya shaitaniya kar rahe hai aap."

(Little Jaan, what mischief are you up to?)

Vaidehi saw Viyansh enter the room and smiled warmly, Viyansh returned her smile. He walked over to the bed where Vaidaksh was sitting, and the little boy immediately showed his grabby hands to Viyansh, his face lighting up with excitement.

Vaidaksh: "Auuuu iiioeee heeiiiu"

Viyansh: "Achcha ji papa, aapko godhi lele."

(Oh, so Papa needs to hold you in his arms?)

Viyansh's heart melted as Vaidaksh reached out with his tiny palm, as if summoning him. He gently lifted his son into his arms, cradling him close. The moment Vaidaksh was settled against his chest, he beamed a toothless smile up at Viyansh. Vaidaksh responded with more giggles, grabbing onto Viyansh’s shirt with his tiny hands. Viyansh kissed Vaidaksh’s cheek.

Viyansh: "Ab khush hai aap?"

(Are you happy now?)

Vaidaksh: "Haaii uii"

As Vaidaksh’s curious eyes roamed around the room, Viyansh immediately understood that his son was eager for some exploration. He began walking gently around the room with Vaidaksh cradled in his arms. The little one’s giggles and coos filled the space, and Viyansh responded with playful chatter, making silly faces and sounds that made Vaidaksh laugh even more. From her spot at the desk, Vaidehi watched the scene unfold. Her eyes softened as she observed the loving bond between her husband and their little one. The sight of Viyansh carrying Vaidaksh and their cheerful interactions brought a serene smile to her face. She closed her laptop, having completed her work, and took a moment to simply enjoy the sight of her husband and son bonding so joyfully.

Vaidehi: "Ansh, aap fresh ho jaiye main sambhalti hu daksh ko."

(Ansh, you should freshen up. I'll take care of Daksh.)

Viyansh, holding Vaidaksh securely in his arms, smiled as he prepared to place his son gently on the bed. But just as he was about to do so, Vaidaksh, in his playful mood, gave a sudden, unexpected kick. Unfortunately, it landed right where it shouldn’t have, and Viyansh let out a groan of surprise and discomfort.

Viyansh: "Arrrrhhhh"

Vaidehi: "Ansh kya hua?"

(Ansh, what happened?)

Viyansh: "Jaana, jaldi se ise sambhalo ye meri beti hone nahi dega."

(Jaana, quickly take him, or he won't let me have a daughter.)

Vaidehi managed to stifle her laughter as she carefully picked up Vaidaksh, cradling him in her arms with a mix of tenderness and amusement. She cooed softly to her son, who was still in high spirits, seemingly unaware of the brief commotion. Meanwhile, Viyansh, his face showing a mix of determination and discomfort, quickly headed towards the washroom. He grabbed a towel from the rack as he went.

Vaidehi: "Oye, kyu kiya aisa, kyu papa ko tang karte hai aap??"

(Oh no, why did you do that? Why are you bothering Papa?)

Vaidaksh: "ppp....uiieee oiieee"

As Vaidaksh tried to say "Papa," his tiny voice stumbled, and his frustration became evident. He began to babble incoherently, his little face scrunched up in concentration. Vaidehi, finding the situation both endearing and amusing, couldn’t help but giggle softly. She gently placed Vaidaksh on the bed and watched as he quickly became absorbed in his toys, his earlier frustration forgotten in his excitement. Meanwhile, Vihaansh, who had just woken up from his nap, started to cry. The sound was soft but persistent, drawing Vaidehi’s attention. She swiftly moved to pick him up, her maternal instincts kicking in. Settling down on the bed, she positioned him on her lap and reached for his milk bottle. As she fed him, she spoke softly, soothingly, her voice filled with love and reassurance. The room was filled with the gentle sounds of her comforting murmurs and the soft gurgles of Vihaansh as he drank his milk. The scene was a beautiful snapshot of family life: Vaidaksh happily playing with his toys, Vihaansh being lovingly fed by his mother, and Vaidehi balancing the needs of both her children with grace and affection.

Two months had passed swiftly, and yesterday, Vaidaksh had turned 8 months old. The early morning sunlight gently filtered through the curtains, casting a soft, golden hue over the room. Viyansh and Vaidehi were peacefully asleep, their breaths in sync, completely at ease in the comfort of each other’s presence. Between them, nestled under the warm blankets, lay their eight-month-old son, Vaidaksh. His tiny chest rose and fell with every breath as he slept soundly. As the clock neared dawn, Vaidaksh began to stir. His small hands rubbed his sleepy eyes, and he slowly pushed himself up into a sitting position, his baby hair tousled adorably from sleep. He blinked at the serene sight of his parents still asleep, one on each side of him. Usually, Vaidaksh would fall asleep on Viyansh's chest, his tiny fingers playfully tugging at his father's chain until he drifted off. Vaidehi would join them, her arms wrapped around her husband and son, creating a cozy cocoon of love and warmth. But tonight had been different. Vaidaksh, in his sleep, had managed to roll around the bed, inching his way away from his father's chest and toward the center of the bed. This had become a common occurrence—his little body, driven by some baby instinct to explore even in his dreams, would wriggle and move in the night, disrupting the perfectly formed trio. As a result, Viyansh and Vaidehi had found themselves separated by their son's nocturnal wanderings. Their hands, which usually found each other in the quiet moments of the night, were now kept apart by the little barrier of their restless son. Vaidehi’s hand would often reach out for Viyansh’s in the darkness, only to find the soft warmth of Vaidaksh instead. Viyansh, too, would often wake briefly in the night, adjusting the blanket over Vaidehi and their son before settling back into sleep, his hand resting on the little one’s back as a protective gesture. Vaidaksh's newfound mobility had brought a new level of excitement—and challenge—to the Singhania household. Now that he had started crawling, this tiny explorer seemed to find his way into every nook and cranny of the house. The family often found themselves on high alert, trying to locate their little adventurer, who could disappear in a matter of seconds. With his teething journey just beginning, Vaidaksh had recently sprouted his very first tooth. The single, tiny tooth made his already adorable smile even more endearing, a sight that melted the hearts of everyone around him. But teething also came with its difficulties. The pain of those first teeth breaking through had been hard on the little one, and last night had been especially tough. Vaidaksh had cried for hours, his discomfort palpable as he squirmed and whimpered in his parents' arms. Vaidehi and Viyansh, worried and helpless, had done everything they could to soothe their son. They had taken turns walking him around the room, gently rocking him, and singing lullabies, but nothing seemed to ease his pain for long. Finally, in the early hours of the morning, he had drifted off to sleep, exhausted from the ordeal. By then, both Vaidehi and Viyansh were equally worn out, their hearts heavy with concern for their baby boy.

This morning, as Vaidaksh sat in the middle of the bed, he turned his head to look at each of his parents. His big, curious eyes first landed on Viyansh, whose face was serene in sleep. Then, he looked over at Vaidehi, her expression peaceful and content. For a moment, he simply observed them, his young mind processing the stillness and warmth that surrounded him.

Baby: "Aiuuuu oeeeiihhu uhhh"

As Vaidaksh continued to make his adorable, babbling noises he realized that his parents were still fast asleep and didn’t respond to his attempts at waking them. Determined, he crawled over to Viyansh and gently patted his chest. When Viyansh didn’t stir, Vaidaksh’s frustration grew, and he pouted cutely. In a bid to get his father’s attention, Vaidaksh climbed onto Viyansh’s stomach and settled there, his small body pressing comfortably against his father. He bent down and began rubbing his face against Viyansh’s chest, a gesture of both affection and impatience. Viyansh, sensing the movement and feeling the gentle pressure on his chest, stirred from his sleep. With a sleepy groan, he mumbled in a drowsy voice.

Viyansh: "Bachcha kya kar rahi ho?? Come and sleep yaar jaana."

(Baby, what are you doing? Come and sleep, yaar jaana.)

Viyansh, still half-asleep, instinctively placed his hand on his chest, expecting to find Vaidehi beside him. Instead, his hand landed on a much smaller, round head. Confused, he opened his eyes, only to be met with the sight of his son, Vaidaksh, glaring up at him with an adorably serious expression. The little boy's chubby cheeks were puffed out in a pout, his single tooth peeking out as he stared at his father with a mix of frustration and determination. It was clear that Vaidaksh was not pleased with his father’s delayed response to his earlier attempts at waking him. Viyansh couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight. The way his son was trying so hard to look angry, with his tiny brows furrowed and his lips forming the cutest little pout, was too much for him to handle. The soft laugh that escaped Viyansh only seemed to fuel Vaidaksh’s frustration. The baby’s eyes widened even more, and his pout deepened, his little face scrunching up in a way that was meant to be intimidating but only made him look more precious. Seeing his son’s exaggerated reaction, Viyansh had to bite his lip to keep from laughing outright. But the amusement danced in his eyes as he tried to suppress his grin. He could see that Vaidaksh was serious about being upset, but the effort it took for such a tiny person to muster this level of indignation was utterly endearing.

Vaidaksh: "Yiiiiii eeuiii oiuuuu huu uiiieeooo"

Vaidaksh, in his adorable, babbling way, seemed to be giving his father a playful scolding with a string of sounds as if expressing his frustration at not being attended to sooner. His tiny face was scrunched up in a serious pout, adding to the comedic effect. Viyansh, unable to hold back any longer, burst into laughter at the sight of Vaidaksh’s earnest scolding. The sound of his laughter filled the room, and Vaidaksh’s pout deepened as he observed his father's reaction. The more Viyansh laughed, the more Vaidaksh seemed to intensify his discontent, making the scene even more endearing. Still chuckling, Viyansh carefully lifted Vaidaksh into his arms and sat up on the bed. He cradled his son close, his laughter subsiding into a warm, affectionate smile as he looked at Vaidaksh.

Viyansh: "Itne se hai aap aur papa pe gussa karte hai??"

(You're so small, and yet you're angry at Papa?)

As Vaidaksh was held comfortably in Viyansh's arms, he began reaching out with his tiny hands, trying to touch his father's cheeks. His little arms waved enthusiastically in the air, but his attempts fell just short. Despite his best efforts, Vaidaksh couldn't quite reach Viyansh’s cheeks, which only made his movements more determined and adorable. His face was filled with focused concentration, and his small hands flailed playfully as he tried to bridge the gap.

Vaidehi: "Eiuuiii huiii"

Viyansh: "Bas kariye aapko papa ki har aadat nahi Leni thi little jaan, aur gussa karne ki aadat toh bilkul nahi."

(Stop it now; you weren't supposed to inherit every habit of Papa, especially not the habit of getting angry.)

Vaidaksh, having decided he had enough of his father's teasing, suddenly flashed a mischievous grin. Viyansh immediately recognized that look—his little boy was definitely up to something now. Before Viyansh could react, Vaidaksh wriggled out of his lap and crawled determinedly across the bed towards Vaidehi. With a mix of determination and glee, Vaidaksh climbed onto Vaidehi and settled comfortably on her stomach. He then bent down and wrapped his tiny arms around her, giving her a heartfelt hug. In a charming display of drama, Vaidaksh started to fake cry, his little face contorting in an exaggerated pout.

Viyansh’s eyes widened in disbelief. His son was just 8 months old, yet somehow, this tiny human had already mastered the art of fake crying. It was almost comical how there were no actual tears in sight—just those exaggerated, pitiful sounds that filled the room. To add to the performance, Vaidaksh began patting Vaidehi's cheeks with his tiny hands. Vaidehi, abruptly woken by the sound of Vaidaksh’s cries and his gentle pats on her cheeks, quickly took in the situation. Seeing her son in what seemed to be distress, her maternal instincts kicked in. She immediately enveloped him in a warm, comforting hug and began patting his back, her concern evident.

Vaidehi: "Hayy mera bachcha, kya hua daksh batao mumma ko, bhookh lagi hai aapko?"

(Oh, my baby, what's wrong, Daksh? Tell Mumma, are you hungry?)

Vaidaksh pointed towards Viyansh.

Vaidehi: "Ansh, kya hua ye kyu ro Raha hai?"

(Ansh, what's wrong? Why is he crying?)

Viyansh: "Biwi, ye ro nahi raha hai natak kar raha hai."

(Wife, he's not crying; he's pretending.)

Vaidehi: "Anshh, 8 mahine ka bachcha hai humara daksh kya kuch bhi bolte hai aap."

(Anshh, our Daksh is just 8 months old. How can you say such things?)

As Vaidehi scolded Viyansh for his role in the morning’s little drama, Vaidaksh’s cries immediately stopped. He looked up at his father with a mischievous grin, his single tooth gleaming as he shared a silent, cheeky moment with Viyansh. It was as if he was saying, “See, I got what I wanted, and now I’m going to enjoy the show.” Vaidehi, now sitting on the bed with Vaidaksh nestled comfortably in her arms, found herself the center of his playful attention. Vaidaksh began to gently tug and play with her hair, mimicking the way he had seen his father do it. Viyansh, with a playful glare, looked at Vaidaksh, as if to say, "You’re quite the troublemaker." Vaidaksh responded with a burst of giggles, his delight evident as he continued his playful antics.

Vaidehi, observing the interaction, widened her eyes in mock shock at Vaidaksh’s cleverness and his joyful response to his father’s glare.

Vaidehi: "Oye mere cutuuu, aapne jaan ke kiya sab bas mumma se papa ko daat khilane ke liye."

(Oh my cutie, did you do it on purpose just to get Papa scolded by Mumma)

Viyansh: "Vahi toh, kon kahega ye 8 mahine ka."

(Exactly! Who would believe he's just 8 months old?)

Vaidehi: "Daksh, aise nahi karte na papa ke sath."

(Daksh, you shouldn't do this to Papa.)

Vaidaksh's giggles subsided, and he started oscillating his eyes between his mother and father, leaving both Vaidehi and Viyansh puzzled. The little boy’s sudden shift in focus and the mysterious grin on his face seemed to signal that he had something in mind. Vaidaksh extended his tiny hands toward Viyansh, his grin widening. Viyansh, thoroughly amused by his son’s antics and innocense, chuckled and reached out to lift him into his arms. The moment Vaidaksh was safely nestled in his father’s embrace, he hid his face against Viyansh’s neck.

Vaidaksh: "P..pa..pa"

When Vaidaksh called out “P..pa..pa” with his tiny voice, Vaidehi and Viyansh’s eyes widened in surprise. It was the first time their little one had clearly said “Papa,” and the moment was filled with a mix of amazement and joy. It was one of those unforgettable moments when their son’s first attempt at speaking was directed at Viyansh. Viyansh, overwhelmed with emotion, gently placed Vaidaksh on the bed in front of them. Vaidaksh sat there with his little hands propped up, his eyes sparkling with curiosity and his one-tooth smile radiating pure joy. Vaidehi and Viyansh watched with hearts full of wonder, their surprise mingling with pride and affection. Vaidaksh’s expression was a mix of eagerness and delight, as if he was eagerly waiting for their reaction.

Vaidehi: "Cutuuu, please phir se bolo aapne kya bola abhi."

(Cutie, please say what you just said again.)

Vaidaksh: "yaaaiiiiieeee"

Viyansh: "Nahi little jaan, aapne papa bola na please ek baar vapas papa bol do."

(No, Little Jaan, you said 'Papa,' right? Please say 'Papa' again.)

As Vaidaksh tilted his head to his right side, his adorable gesture made his parents’ hearts melt even further. The innocent curiosity and the sweet, tilted-head expression combined with his one-tooth smile created a picture-perfect moment of cuteness.

Vaidaksh: "Papa."

Vaidaksh’s first word, “Papa,” filled the room with an emotional and joyful atmosphere. Both Viyansh and Vaidehi were overwhelmed, tears welling up in their eyes as they realized the significance of this milestone. The simple, heartfelt utterance of “Papa” was a touching moment that captured the depth of their love and the joy of seeing their son grow. Without delay, they both scooped Vaidaksh into their arms, their hearts swelling with pride and love. As they hugged him tightly, Vaidaksh’s giggles filled the room, his delight evident as he felt the warmth and affection from his parents. The baby’s joyful response continued as he chanted, “Papa, papa!” His little voice was filled with happiness, and his giggles were contagious.

Vaidaksh: "Papa, papa papa."

As Vaidaksh’s parents gently pulled back from their emotional embrace, Vaidaksh continued to be full of energy and excitement. With his tiny hands moving rhythmically in the air, he chanted, “Papa, papa,” his face lighting up with joy. His parents watched in awe and amusement, completely enchanted by their son’s exuberance. Vaidaksh’s repetitive chanting and animated gestures were both adorable and heartwarming, a clear sign of his delight and his newfound way of engaging with them.

Vaidehi: "Ansh, humare daksh ne first word bola Ansh."

(Ansh, our Daksh just said his first word, Ansh)

Viyansh: "Ye din bahaut khaas hai, bachcha main kabhi bhulunga."

(This day is so special. Baby, I'll never forget it.)

Viyansh gently pulled Vaidehi into a side hug, both of them looking at Vaidaksh with pure joy. Their eyes followed their son as he played, his little face beaming with happiness. Vaidaksh had taken to playing “Peek-a-boo,” delighting in the simple game with his parents. With an excited giggle, Vaidaksh pulled his blanket over his head, creating a playful hide-and-seek moment. He then tossed the blanket off with a cheerful squeal, revealing his beaming face and his infectious laughter. The sight was heartwarming and filled the room with a sense of playful delight.

Vaidaksh: "Papa"

Viyansh: "Yes little jaan"

Vaidaksh giggled with pure delight as he soaked in all the attention from his parents. His laughter was bright and infectious, and he looked up at Vaidehi and Viyansh with a beaming smile, clearly enjoying their undivided focus.

Viyansh: "Jaana, let's celebrate this day."

Vaidehi: "Par aaj daksh ki vaccination hai."

(But Daksh has his vaccination today)

Viyansh: "Haa baba uske baad we'll go for lunch."

(Yes, dear, but after that, we'll go out for lunch.)

Vaidehi: "Done, Dakshuuu cutuu aap chalenge mumma papa sath lunch pe?"

(Done! Dakshuuu, cutie, will you go to lunch with Mumma and Papa?)

Vaidaksh, still caught up in the playful mood, crawled over to Vaidehi and climbed onto her lap. With a delighted giggle, he hugged her and began rubbing his face against her chest, his affection evident in his sweet gesture. Vaidehi and Viyansh couldn’t help but burst into giggles at the adorable sight. As Vaidaksh nestled his face in Vaidehi’s neck, he peeked out from his hiding spot to look at Viyansh. Noticing his father leaning in towards him, Vaidaksh shyly buried his face again. Viyansh, completely charmed by the playful display, started laughing heartily. His laughter was so infectious that soon Vaidehi and Vaidaksh joined in, their laughter filling the room with joy. Their mornings now began with these sweet and playful moments, and their days were filled with the delightful sounds of Vaidaksh’s blabberings and giggles. Each day was a celebration of their son’s growth and the happiness he brought into their lives.

In the hospital’s waiting area, Vaidehi and Viyansh sat with Vaidaksh nestled comfortably in Vaidehi’s arms, while Vihaan and Vanshika held their six-month-old baby, Vihaansh. The atmosphere was filled with a mix of nervousness and anticipation as they waited for their respective appointments. Sitting across from them, another couple with their baby—who seemed to be around five months old—added to the lively scene. Vaidaksh and Vihaansh, both familiar with each other and the best of friends, couldn’t resist the opportunity to have a bit of fun. Their eyes sparkled with mischief as they looked at each other, clearly ready to entertain themselves and those around them. In a playful display, Vaidaksh and Vihaansh began teasing the other baby by sticking out their tongues. Their playful antics quickly caught the attention of the other baby, who tried to mimic their movements but struggled to do so. The sight of their attempts made Vaidaksh and Vihaansh burst into giggles, their tiny hands waving in the air as they laughed together. The other baby, feeling left out, pouted and made a cry face. However, her mother was quick to soothe her, gently patting her back and speaking softly to calm her down.

Lady: "Ye aap zara apne bachcho ko sambhaliye dekhiye kaise meri beti ko chidha rahe hai."

(Please take care of your children. See how they're teasing my daughter.)

Vaidehi and Viyansh observed Vaidaksh, who was thoroughly enjoying himself as he continued to tease the baby girl across from him with playful gestures. His giggles and animated expressions were infectious, and it was clear that he was having a blast. At the same time, Vihaan and Vanshika looked at their own little one, Vihaansh, who was also joining in the fun. He was engaging in similar antics, sticking out his tongue and laughing as he interacted with the baby girl, clearly enjoying the playful exchange. Both couples couldn’t help but laugh at their babies' antics. The sight of Vaidaksh and Vihaansh engaging in such playful behavior was endearing and brought smiles to everyone’s faces.

Lady: "Kitne shararti bachche hai aapke."

(Your kids are so naughty.)

Vaidehi: "Ha toh bachche hai, shararat toh karenge hi na."

(Of course, they’re kids; they’re supposed to be naughty.)

Vanshika: "Vaise dekhiye aapki bachchi bhi has hi Rahi hai humare beton ko dekh ke."

(By the way, look, your daughter is also laughing at our sons)

Lady: "Toh aap dono aise chidh ke kyu bol Rahi hai? Main toh bas bata rahi thi."

(Then why are you speaking so rudely? I was just telling you.)

Vaidehi: "Chup kariye aap, khamakha mere bete ko nazar laga rahi hai bas."

(Be quiet! You’re unnecessarily casting an evil eye on my son)

Vaidehi swiftly scooped Vaidaksh into her dupatta, wrapping him up snugly and discreetly. Understanding the cue, Vanshika promptly followed suit and wrapped Vihaansh in her dupatta, creating a cozy, hidden spot for him as well. As the babies were tucked away safely, both Vaidehi and Vanshika exchanged knowing smiles.

Lady: "Ab aap zyada bol rahi hai"

(Now you're talking too much.)

Vanshika: "Aur aap toh bol hi kyu Rahi hai, aapna bachcha sambhaliye na."

(And why are you even talking? Just take care of your own child.)

Lady: "Arehhh par..."

(But... I was just..)

Vihaan: "We’re sorry, ma'am."

Viyansh: "Ab jaane dijiye."

(Let's just leave it)

As the lady with the baby stood up, it was clear that her turn for the appointment had arrived. She gently picked up her baby, who was now calm after the brief moment of playfulnessand walked towards the doctor’s cabin.

Vaidehi: "Kya hai kya kiya ye, mere bachcho ko nazar laga rahi thi dekha nahi aapne."

(What’s this? She was casting an evil eye on my kids, didn’t you see?)

Vanshika: "Aur Vihh, galti uski thi aapne sorry kyu bola."

(And Vihh, it was her fault; why did you apologize?)

As the lady and her baby went into the doctor's cabin, Vaidehi and Vanshika took the opportunity to playfully scold their husbands for various reasons. Meanwhile, Vaidaksh and Vihaansh, tucked away safely under their mothers' dupattas, couldn't help but giggle at the sight. They peeked out from their cozy hiding spots, their tiny faces illuminated with mischievous delight as they observed the interaction between their parents. The playful scolding seemed to amuse them, and they reveled in the moment, enjoying the familiar dynamic of their mothers’ gentle reprimands. The two little boys, typical “Mumma’s boys,” found the situation particularly entertaining.

Viyansh: "Shant ho jao bachcha, itni si toh baat hai."

(Calm down, baby, it was such a small matter.)

Vaidehi: "Chup kariye aap."

(You be quiet.)

Vihaan: "Ye koi jagah hai ladne ki??"

(Is this the place to fight?)

Vanshika: "Ye koi topic tha sorry bolne ka???"

(Was this a topic to apologize for?)

As the scolding came to an end, a gentle calm settled over the group. The atmosphere softened as Vaidehi and Vanshika turned their attention back to their babies. With affectionate smiles, they began peppering soft kisses all over Vaidaksh's and Vihaansh's faces.

Vaidehi: "Vanshi, Ghar jaake dono ki nazar utar denge, itne pyare hai humare bachche pakka nazar lagayi hogi usne."

(Vanshi, once we get home, we’ll remove any evil eye from both of them. Our kids are so adorable; she must have cast an evil eye on them.)

Vanshika: "Haa bhabhi, aur main toh kehti hu, raksha kawaj bhi bandh dete hai dono ko."

(Yes, Bhabhi, and I think we should also tie protective charms on them.)

Vaidehi nodded in agreement, while Viyansh and Vihaan both facepalmed at their wives' overprotectiveness towards their child. Despite their amusement, they couldn't help but smile, recognizing that this is just how mothers are when it comes to their children.

As the moment of transition approached, Viyansh and Vaidehi prepared for Vaidaksh's vaccination. Vaidaksh, nestled in Vaidehi’s arms, seemed unaware of the upcoming event, but his parents were ready. aidehi and Viyansh stood up and prepared to head towards the doctor's cabin. As they moved toward the doctor's cabin, the lady who had been sitting across from them was just coming out. Vaidehi shot her a glare, perhaps a lingering effect of their interaction earlier. Viyansh noticed and chuckled softly, understanding the protective instinct of a mother, even in such a lighthearted context.

Viyansh: "Chalo jaana andar chalo ab."

(Come on, let’s go inside now)

Inside the doctor's cabin, the atmosphere was a blend of tension and focus as Viyansh and Vaidehi prepared for Vaidaksh’s vaccination. The doctor, with a calm and professional demeanor, readied the injection. Viyansh’s face displayed a familiar look of discomfort, his expression contorted as if he were experiencing the pain on behalf of his child. It was a recurring sight—Viyansh’s empathetic reactions to Vaidaksh’s vaccinations always made him look as though he was about to cry, though he tried his best to maintain composure for the sake of his wife and son. Vaidaksh, on the other hand, was full of curiosity. His little eyes were fixed on the doctor, observing every move with intense interest. Despite the seriousness of the situation, his innocent fascination was evident as he watched the preparation and the approaching needle. When the doctor approached with the needle, Vaidaksh remained focused, seemingly intrigued rather than frightened. Viyansh gently held Vaidaksh still to ensure that he didn’t wiggle, his hands steady despite the visible tension on his face. The doctor administered the injection with practiced efficiency. Vaidaksh, still captivated by the process, barely reacted, except for a slight flinch.

"Ahhhhhh"

As the injection was administered, both the doctor and Viyansh looked at Vaidaksh with curiosity, expecting to see his reaction. To their surprise, Vaidaksh remained fascinated by the process, his gaze still fixed on them with an air of innocent wonder. However, the rising sound of cries caught their attention. Turning their heads, they realized that the source of the cries was none other than Vaidehi. Her emotional response was a familiar scene during these moments—her tears a testament to her deep empathy and concern for Vaidaksh. Viyansh, accustomed to this routine, couldn’t help but smile at her emotional reaction.The doctor, also noting Vaidehi’s tears, chuckled softly at the situation. Viyansh, ever the supportive husband, wrapped his arms around Vaidehi and gently caressed her head, offering comfort and reassurance.

Viyansh: "Shhh, bachcha dekho little Jaan bhi nahi ro Raha hai."

(Shhh, baby, see, Little Jaan isn't even crying.)

As Viyansh continued to comfort Vaidehi, Vaidaksh, still sitting on the baby bed, fixed an intense gaze on the doctor. The sight of his mother crying seemed to have stirred a protective instinct in the little one. His tiny eyebrows furrowed as he glared at the doctor, seemingly upset that someone had made his mother cry. In a humorous twist, Vaidaksh’s frustration led him to express his feelings in the only way he knew—by reaching out and giving the doctor a tiny punch on the stomach. The doctor, caught off guard by the unexpected and gentle jab, looked down with a surprised smile. The gesture, though light and harmless, was Vaidaksh’s way of expressing his displeasure with the situation and perhaps trying to comfort his mother in his own way.

Doctor: "Ahh, oh my, little man, you are so strong."

Vaidaksh's protective instincts were clearly on display as he continued to glare at the doctor, his tiny fists still raised as if ready to take another swing. His intense gaze and determination to "defend" his mother were both touching and comical. Vaidehi, overwhelmed by Vaidaksh's display of love and concern, found herself crying even more, her emotions heightened by the sight of her little one trying so hard to protect her. Viyansh, seeing the depth of Vaidehi's emotions and Vaidaksh's continuing struggle, gently but firmly took Vaidaksh into his arms. Despite being held, Vaidaksh wriggled and squirmed, his little body still trying to reach the doctor as if to make his displeasure known. Viyansh held him close, trying to calm him while also suppressing a smile at the adorable yet spirited display. The doctor, witnessing this heartwarming scene, chuckled softly and assured Vaidehi that everything was fine.

Viyansh: "Sorry, Doctor."

Doctor: "Mr. Singhania, please take him, or else he won't spare me today."

Viyansh nodded.

Viyansh: "Be careful, Doctor, even your next patient is a mumma's boy."

As Vaidaksh continued to glare at the doctor, Viyansh couldn't help but chuckle at the humorous and touching display. The doctor's eyes widened in surprise at Vaidaksh's determined little actions, but he quickly recognized the playful nature of the situation. Viyansh, enjoying the light-hearted moment, began to giggle, which caught Vaidaksh's attention. Seeing his father's amusement, Vaidaksh, still unsure of what was happening but sensing the positive reaction, started to clap his hands. His innocent enthusiasm and the sight of his family finding joy in the moment made the scene even more endearing. Vaidehi, having calmed down a bit, took Vaidaksh in her arms and began to pat his back soothingly. Vaidaksh, now nestled in his mother's embrace, hid his face in her neck and reciprocated by gently patting her back. The tender exchange made it difficult for Viyansh to determine who was comforting whom, as the roles seemed to blur in this sweet moment of mutual reassurance. Eventually, they left the doctor’s cabin, with Vaidaksh continuing to glare at the doctor until he was out of sight, maintaining his little grudge with a look of steadfast determination. Next Vihaan and Vanshika went inside and as the door to the cabin opened, Vihaan and Vanshika emerged. Vihaan was carrying a slightly sobbing Vihaansh in his arms, while a visibly emotional Vanshika walked beside him. The transition from one set of parents to another highlighted the universal experience of navigating these moments with their babies, each family handling it in their unique and heartfelt way.

The Singhania brothers, Viyansh and Vihaan, exchanged knowing glances and shook their heads with a mix of amusement and exhaustion as they headed towards the exit of the hospital. They made their way to the car, where Vihaan took the wheel while Viyansh settled into the passenger seat. In the backseat, Vaidehi and Vanshika, still buoyed by the day's emotional highs, held Vaidaksh and Vihaansh on their laps. As they arrived at the restaurant for lunch, the mood shifted from the earlier tension to one of celebration. The day was special not just because of the vaccinations but because Vaidaksh had spoken his first word, "Papa," and had been chanting it non-stop. The parents decided it was the perfect occasion for a celebratory meal. At the restaurant, Viyansh and Vaidehi enjoyed their meal, but Vaidaksh's constant "Papa papa" was a focal point of the day. Every time Viyansh turned to look at him, Vaidaksh would playfully hide his face inside Vaidehi's dupatta, peeking out occasionally with a cheeky grin. This little game brought smiles to everyone’s faces and added a light-hearted touch to the lunch. Vihaan and Vanshika, also enjoying their time, were amused by Vaidaksh’s antics. Vihaansh, despite having his own post-vaccination discomfort, was soothed by his mother’s comforting presence and the lively atmosphere around him.

Little Vihaansh, despite being only six months old, was attempting to mimic his older cousin Vaidaksh’s newfound talent. Ever since Vaidaksh had started calling out "Papa," Vihaansh had been making earnest but unsuccessful attempts to say the same word. Each attempt, however, resulted in a series of adorable babbles and coos that had everyone in the restaurant smiling. Vaidaksh’s constant chanting of "Papa papa" had created a sort of ripple effect, and even though Vihaansh's efforts fell short, his attempts were endearing. He would look at his parents with wide, earnest eyes, his tiny mouth moving as he tried to form the word. Despite the lack of success, his efforts were met with encouraging smiles and gentle encouragement from both of his parents.

Vihaansh: "P..pp..pp...aauuuiieeeiii huu uiiieeooo"

As Vihaansh grew frustrated with his unsuccessful attempts to say "Papa," his tiny face scrunched up in a display of genuine baby anger. His little fists clenched tightly, and the frustration soon gave way to tears. The scene was both heart-wrenching and endearing—proof of how strong emotions could be even at such a young age. Vihaan, noticing his son's distress, immediately took action. He carefully lifted Vihaansh into his arms, holding him close and rocking him gently. With a soothing rhythm, Vihaan began to pat his baby’s chest, his own face reflecting a mix of concern and love. The soft, reassuring motion was meant to comfort and calm Vihaansh, helping him find solace.

Vihaan: "Shhh, koi baat nahi anshu, thode aur bade ho jao tab bolna."

(Shhh, it's okay, Anshu, just wait until you’re a bit older, then you can speak)

Vihaansh: "Aauuuiieeeiii huu uiiieeooo"

Vihaan: "Itna gussa karte hai kya beta?"

(Do you really get this angry, son)

Vihaansh, despite not fully understanding the conversation or the playful dynamic around him, simply followed along with an innocent nod of his head. His big, curious eyes took in the lively environment, and his small, expressive face reflected a mix of wonder and amusement. Vanshika couldn’t help but chuckle at her son’s endearing antics. She found it heartwarming to see Vihaansh’s attempts to mimic his elder brother, Vaidaksh, and the way he responded with innocent nods and curious glances.

Vanshika: "Samajh toh aata nahi hai aapko kuch phir kis baat ka gussa karte hai aap anshu?"

(You don’t even understand anything yet, so what are you angry about, Anshu?)

Vihaansh: "Phhiissssuuu uuyyyhiiu"

Vanshika’s chuckle at Vihaansh’s anger and her quick response with his milk bottle showcased her understanding of her son's needs. As Vihaansh drank his milk, his mood seemed to improve, and the frustration from earlier melted away. This was a comforting routine for him, a soothing way to calm down when he was upset. Back at home, the family continued their day with a touch of tradition. Vaidehi and Vanshika took a moment to perform a ritual to ward off the evil eye, an important tradition meant to protect their children from negative influences. They carefully tied a holy thread around Vaidaksh’s and Vihaansh’s wrists, a gesture filled with love and care.

One fine day, Viyansh entered the room, his gaze immediately drawn to the two teddy bears lying on the floor. The black-and-white panda and the grey-and-white bunny looked out of place, contrasting with the otherwise tidy room.  Viyansh’s eyes scanned the space, trying to find any sign of where they might have come from or who might have left them there.

Viyansh: "Ye little jaan, saara samaan yaha vaha fek dete hai."

(This Little Jaan throws everything here and there.)

Viyansh bent down to grab the teddy bear, which was a bit heavier than a typical teddy bear. As he lifted it, the teddy’s head turned and looked up at Viyansh. Viyansh’s eyes widened in surprise as he realized the "teddy bear" was actually Vaidaksh, who had cleverly camouflaged himself among the toys. The small head lifting up and the familiar gaze immediately made it clear that his son was the one beneath the teddy bear costume. Viyansh's initial shock gave way to amusement and affection. Looking around, Viyansh noticed that the other teddy bear was indeed Vihaansh. Both babies were surrounded by a collection of stuffed toys, happily playing and exploring their little world. Vaidaksh seemed to be particularly fascinated by a soft, colorful ball, while Vihaansh was busy examining a plush giraffe. He gently set Vaidaksh down and sat on the mat beside him, laughing softly at the adorable sight.

Viyansh: "Ye kya ho gaya hai mere bachcho ko?? Akshu, anshu kisne bana diya aap dono ko teddy bears."

(What happened to my kids? Who trnsformed you both into a teddy bear)

Vaidaksh: "Papa."

Viyansh watched with a warm smile as Vaidaksh clapped his hands enthusiastically. His joy was contagious, and Vihaansh, ever eager to imitate his elder brother, quickly followed suit. The sight of the two little ones clapping in unison was heartwarming and pure. Viyansh chuckled softly at their synchronized clapping, clearly delighted by their interaction.

Viyansh: "Har kaam papa thodi karte hai baby."

(Not everything is done by your dad, baby)

Vaidaksh: "Papa."

Vaidaksh reached out with grabby hands towards Viyansh. As Viyansh lifted both Vaidaksh and Vihaansh into his arms, the little ones instinctively snuggled into his neck, their tiny faces hidden from view. Viyansh’s heart melted at the sight of his sons seeking comfort and affection from him. He held them close, gently rocking them back and forth. Vaidehi emerged from the closet, having overheard the joyful sounds and seeing the heartwarming scene unfold. She smiled softly, her eyes twinkling with affection as she watched Viyansh with their children.

Vaidehi: "Areh Ansh aap aa gaye."

(Oh, Ansh, you’re here.)

Viyansh: "Jaana, ye kya banaya hai tumne in dono ko??"

(Jaana, what have you made out of these two?)

Vaidehi: "Kitne cute lag rahe hai na ye dono Ansh."

(Aren’t they looking so cute, Ansh?)

Viyansh: "Haa cute toh hai."

(Yes, they are cute.)

As Viyansh rocked both Vaidaksh and Vihaansh gently while walking around the room, the soothing motion and the warmth of his embrace seemed to comfort the little ones. Their tiny heads rested against his shoulders, and their breathing became calm and steady, showing how much they cherished these moments with their father. Meanwhile, Vaidehi busied herself with tidying up the toys scattered around. She carefully arranged them into neat piles, placing the stuffed animals back in their designated spots and making sure everything was organized.

Vaidehi: "Haa aur shararti bhi, pura dudh abhi mere uper feka hai dono ne."

(Yes, and mischievous too. They just threw milk all over me.)

Viyansh Chuckled. Feeling the soft, rhythmic breaths of Vaidaksh and Vihaansh against his neck, Viyansh's heart melted. The gentle rise and fall of their breathing was a clear sign that both boys were drifting off to sleep, content and comforted in their father's arms. He continued to walk slowly, rocking them gently to ensure they stayed comfortable. His eyes, filled with love and pride, glanced over at Vaidehi, who was still arranging the toys with a serene smile.

Viyansh: "Bachcha, ye dono so Gaye hai shayad."

(Baby, I think they’ve fallen asleep now)

Vaidehi stood up and saw that both of them had fallen asleep.

Vaidehi: "Haa itni shaitaani karenge toh nind toh aayegi hi."

(Yes, after so much mischief, they must be tired.)

Vihaan walked into the room with a curious expression, noticing the serene scene of Viyansh rocking the sleeping babies and Vaidehi organizing the toys.

Vihaan: "Dahi, anshu yaha hai kya??"

(Dahi, is Anshu here?)

Seeing that Vihaansh had drifted off to sleep in Viyansh’s arms, Vihaan couldn’t help but smile warmly. He approached his brother and gave a soft chuckle, admiring the sight.

Vaidehi: "Haa bhai, abhi soya hai anshu."

(Yes, brother, Anshu just fell asleep)

Vihaansh: "Yaar, jab main ghar aata hu tab hi so jata hai ye."

(Man, he always falls asleep when I come home.)

Vihaan carefully took Vihaansh from Viyansh’s arms, making sure not to disturb the baby’s peaceful sleep. As he gently cradled his son, he gave a warm smile to both Viyansh and Vaidehi and left to his room.

Vaidehi: "Ansh ise Sula dijiye, main dinner lagati hu."

(Ansh, please put him to sleep properly. I’ll go set the dinner.)

Viyansh carefully placed Vaidaksh on the bed as he doesn't like to sleep in his cot, arranging the pillows around him to ensure he was comfortable and safe. The little one stirred slightly but remained peacefully settled as Viyansh made the final adjustments. Vaidehi, having finished their dinner, joined Viyansh on the bed. They positioned themselves on either side of Vaidaksh, creating a cozy and secure space for their baby. Vaidehi reached over and lightly brushed Vaidaksh’s hair, her touch tender and soothing. She and Viyansh exchanged a look of quiet contentment as they lay side by side, watching their baby sleep peacefully between them.

Now, at eleven months old, Vaidaksh is sleeping soundly sprawled over Viyansh, with Vaidehi hugging them both as they all rest together in the morning. Vaidaksh woke up and sat on Viyansh’s stomach, patting his chest to wake him up. It was a morning ritual for Viyansh and Vaidehi to pamper their little jaan, who loved attention and would otherwise make a fuss by crying. When Viyansh didn’t stir, Vaidaksh leaned forward and began kissing Viyansh’s face to get his attention.

Viyansh blinked awake to the soft, wet kisses of his little Jaan. He smiled at the sensation, his heart melting as he saw Vaidaksh's beaming face. The tiny hands patting his chest and the playful kisses were a familiar morning routine, one he had come to cherish deeply. Vaidaksh, perched contentedly on Viyansh’s stomach, continued his playful assault of kisses, clearly enjoying the morning ritual. His tiny hands patting on Viyansh's chest were a gentle reminder of how much he loved his parents' attention. Viyansh stretched and let out a soft chuckle, which made Vaidaksh giggle with delight. He reached up and scooped his son into his arms, giving him a playful tickle that made Vaidaksh laugh even harder.

Vaidaksh: "Papa"

Viyansh: "Yes papa ki little Jaan, aaj jaldi uth gaye aap. "

(Yes, Papa's Little Jaan, you woke up early today.)

Vaidaksh, full of energy and happiness, began jumping on Viyansh's stomach, though the reason for his excitement was known only to him. Viyansh chuckled and glanced over at Vaidehi, who was sleeping peacefully and looked exceptionally beautiful. As Viyansh admired her serene face, Vaidaksh, who was very possessive of his mother, took notice and wasn’t pleased with the attention Viyansh was giving her. Viyansh looked at the adorably possessive expression on Vaidaksh’s face and couldn't help but laugh softly. He had seen this side of Vaidaksh before, but it never failed to amuse him. The little one’s protective nature toward his mother was both endearing and hilarious. Seeing Vaidaksh glaring at him with his tiny fists on his hips, Viyansh decided to have a little fun.

Viyansh: "What?? meri biwi hai aapki mumma, main dekh sakta hu unhe."

(What?? She’s my wife, your Mumma; I can look at her)

Vaidaksh shook his head stubbornly, a pout forming on his little face. Viyansh, with a playful smirk, gently lifted Vaidaksh and set him down on the bed. The small child’s eyes grew wide with surprise, clearly feeling left out as he was momentarily ignored. Meanwhile, Vaidehi, still half-asleep, instinctively snuggled closer to Viyansh. She buried her face in his chest, finding comfort and warmth in his embrace as she continued to drift in and out of sleep. The He wiggled on the bed, trying to get their attention, his pout deepening. He reached out with tiny hands towards his parents, making little noises of protest.

Viyansh: "See mumma loves me more."

Vaidaksh: "Papa...n.o.mu...mu"

Viyansh: "Rukiye aapko dikhate hai."

(Wait, I’ll show you.)

Viyansh began to shower Vaidehi's face with gentle kisses, causing her to smile softly in her sleep. Vaidaksh’s jealousy was evident as he watched his parents share affectionate moments. His little fists clenched and he made a series of adorable grunts and pouts, trying to pry Vaidehi away from Viyansh. Despite his best efforts, he found himself unable to break the embrace. Vaidehi’s eyes fluttered open to find herself in Viyansh’s arms, surrounded by the morning sunlight streaming through the curtains. She smiled warmly and snuggled closer to him, her heart full of contentment. Viyansh, noticing her peacefulness, continued to pepper gentle kisses on her face, savoring the moment. He pushed and tugged at her arm, his tiny face a picture of determination mixed with jealousy. When his attempts proved futile, he pouted deeply and glared at his father, his little arms crossed over his chest in a dramatic display of discontent. Viyansh, noticing Vaidaksh’s adorable struggle, couldn’t help but laugh heartily.  Observing this, Vaidaksh frowned even more, while Viyansh’s grin widened, amused by the playful interaction between his family.

Viyansh: "See, mumma loves papa more, hai na little Jaan ki Mumma?"

(See, Mumma loves Papa more, right, Little Jaan’s Mumma?)

Vaidehi couldn't help but smile at Vaidaksh's adorable sulking face. She gently reached out and placed a hand on his back, trying to soothe him.  He turned his tiny face away from his parents, clearly upset by their laughter. His little shoulders slumped, and he pouted even more dramatically, as if to say, "How dare you laugh at me?"

Vaidehi: "Ohh mera cutuu baby, mumma ko dekho daksh, see mumma is sorry."

(Oh, my cutie baby, look at Mumma, Daksh. See, Mumma is sorry)

Viyansh: "Haa Yes, see, even Papa is sorry, but your Mumma loves me more"

Vaidehi: "Anshhhh  , Bachche se competition karenge ab aap."

( now you're competing with the baby?)

Viyansh: "Bachcha nahi Shararaton ka brand embassador hai ye"

(He’s not just a baby; he’s the brand ambassador of mischief!)

Vaidehi: "Chup kariye mere Dakshu ke bare me aise nahi bol sakte aap"

(Be quiet! You can’t talk about my Dakshu like that.)

Vaidehi, with a stern but playful tone, scolded Viyansh for making light of the situation. Vaidaksh, hearing his mother’s voice and sensing the change in the mood, started giggling and clapping in delight. He was clearly thrilled by the shift in dynamics. Vaidehi then pulled Vaidaksh into her arms, bringing him close for a warm embrace.  aidaksh comfortably nestled in Vaidehi's arms, and Viyansh wrapped around them both, it was a perfect family moment. Vaidaksh's giggles and clapping added a touch of joy to the serene atmosphere. Vaidaksh, now nestled between his parents, looked up at them with a big grin, his giggles continuing. Vaidehi smiled at her son’s happiness and then turned her attention to Viyansh, giving him a playful yet tender look. Viyansh, in response, kissed Vaidehi’s forehead and then playfully tickled Vaidaksh, causing more laughter to bubble from the little boy.

Vaidehi: "Ab aap khush hai jaana?? Mumma ka Daksh happy?"

(Are you happy now, Jaana? Is Mumma's Daksh happy?)

Vaidaksh: "Mu....Maa, Mumma"

Viyansh and Vaidehi’s eyes widened in surprise as they looked at each other, momentarily taken aback. Meanwhile, Vaidaksh, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, buried his face in Vaidehi’s neck, seeking comfort and hiding his little cheeks from view.

Viyansh: "Akshu, beta vapas se bolna kya bola."

(Akshu, son, say it again, what did you just say?)

Vaidaksh, still nestled against Vaidehi, shook his head vigorously, his little face buried in her neck. Despite his small protest, he remained comfortably snuggled, clearly enjoying the warmth and security of his mother’s embrace.

Vaidehi: "Jaana, please mumma ki baat maan lo mumma bolo please, Dakshu."

(Jaana, please listen to Mumma, say Mumma, please, Dakshu.)

Vaidaksh shifted his position and sat up on Vaidehi’s stomach, his tiny legs folding underneath him. With wide, curious eyes, he looked up at his parents, clearly intrigued by their interaction. His gaze bounced between Viyansh and Vaidehi, absorbing every detail with a mixture of wonder and interest.

Vaidaksh: "Mumma, Mumma mumma"

As Vaidaksh chanted “Mumma, Mumma” with increasing enthusiasm, Vaidehi’s heart melted. She gently scooped him up and began peppering his cheeks with feather-light kisses, her eyes misty with emotion. The love and joy in the room were palpable. Viyansh, sensing the significance of this milestone, quickly grabbed his phone to capture the precious moment. The selfie he snapped showcased their happy faces: Vaidehi’s teary yet joyful expression, Viyansh’s proud smile, and Vaidaksh’s delighted giggles. It was a perfect snapshot of their love and the special bond they shared. That day, the couple celebrated not just their son’s new achievement but also the beautiful journey they were on as a family. The simple act of Vaidaksh saying “Mumma” was a reminder of how quickly their little one was growing and how cherished each moment was. The day was marked with laughter, joy, and a heartfelt celebration of their family’s love.

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