Viyansh emerged from the labor room after what felt like an eternity. His eyes were still moist, reflecting the intense emotional turmoil he had just endured. As he stepped into the corridor, the sounds of the newborns' cries had already reached the family, bringing a momentary sense of relief. However, when they saw Viyansh's distressed expression, their relief quickly turned into worry. Vikram, Viraj, Virat, Vihaan, Abhinav, and Sangeeta immediately approached him, their faces etched with concern.
Back at home, Vyomika and Vruddhi were with Vanshika, taking care of the kids. Vaidaksh, who had been deeply affected by seeing his mother in such pain, was crying inconsolably. His young heart couldn't bear to see Vaidehi suffer, and his distress only added to the tension in the family. Vanshika had taken him with her to comfort him, knowing that Viyansh was too overwhelmed to do so. Vaidehi's water had broken two weeks before her due date, and the complications of carrying twins had made her labor especially difficult. The pain had been excruciating, and seeing her in such agony had shattered Viyansh, leaving him feeling helpless and terrified. His fear had only grown when he saw the effect it had on Vaidaksh, whose tears seemed to mirror his own. Vyomika and Vruddhi had stepped in to soothe the little boy, knowing that Viyansh needed to focus on supporting Vaidehi through this critical moment.
Vikram placed his hand gently on Viyansh's shoulder, trying to offer some comfort. As Vikram placed a comforting hand on Viyansh's shoulder, the fragile composure Viyansh had been holding onto shattered. Without warning, he collapsed to his knees, overcome by a torrent of emotions, and began crying uncontrollably. His sobs echoed through the corridor, raw and filled with the weight of everything he had been trying to hold back. Seeing Viyansh break down so completely, Vikram, Vihaan, Viraj, and Virat immediately sat down on the floor beside him, their hearts breaking at the sight. Vikram, his own emotions barely in check, reached out and pulled Viyansh into a tight embrace. Viyansh clung to his father, his tears soaking into Vikram's shirt.
Vikram: "Kya hua beta??"
(What happened, son?)
Vihaan: "Bhai sab thik hai na??"
(Bhai, is everything okay?)
Virat: "Bhabhi maa thik hai na??"
(Is Bhabhi Maa okay?)
Viraj: "Babies kaise hai bhai??"
(How are the babies, Bhai?)
Viyansh didn't respond and instead hugged Vikram even tighter. Vikram gently rubbed his back, offering silent comfort.
Vikram: "Kuch toh bol beta."
(Say something, son.)
Viyansh: "Papa, Meri Lakshmi ne aaj mujhe do do lakshmiyon ka pita bana diya hai papa. 2 betiyon ko janam diya hai meri jaan ne."
(Papa, today my Lakshmi has made me the father of two Lakshmis. My Jaan has given birth to two daughters.)
Viyansh cried tears of joy, sobbing with relief and happiness. The intensity of his emotions was a mix of relief and pure, unbridled joy. He clung to Vikram, his fatherâs comforting embrace anchoring him amidst the storm of feelings. Seeing Viyansh break down in such a raw display of emotion, Viraj, Virat, and Vihaan immediately joined the embrace, their own tears reflecting the profound relief and joy they felt. Vikram held Viyansh close, his own eyes glistening with tears of happiness. The sight of their family finally able to share in this moment of joy brought a collective sense of relief and boundless happiness to them all.
Vikram: "Aaj 9 pidiyo ke baad humare ghar Lakshmi ne balki 2 Lakshmi ne janam liya hai. Aaj ka din kisi tyohar se kum nahi hai Singhania family ke liye."
(After nine generations, Lakshmi has been born in our family, not just one but two Lakshmis. Today is no less than a festival for the Singhania family.)
Vihaan: "Fikr mat kijiye papa, hum bachchio ke janam ko aise manayenge ki pura Mumbai dekhega."
(Donât worry, Papa, we will celebrate the birth of our daughters in such a grand way that all of Mumbai will see it.)
Viraj: "Pura India dekhega papa."
(The whole of India will see it, Papa.)
Virat: "Nahiii, koi nahi dekhega humari betiyon ko. Nazar lag jayegi na unhe kaisi baatein kar rahe hai aap sab."
(Noooo, no one will see our daughters. Theyâll cast an evil eye on them! What are you all talking about?)
Viyansh: "Aa gaya bhabhi maa ka ladla."
(Here comes Bhabhi Maaâs darling.)
The five Singhania men, having shared such an emotional moment, began to chuckle as they slowly composed themselves.
After a while, Vaidehi was moved to a VIP ward, and two nurses brought the newborn baby girls to Viyansh. His heart raced with a mix of awe and profound emotion as he held them in his arms. The moment was a poignant echo of the first time he held Vaidaksh, yet it was differentâmore intense, more deeply felt. As he gazed down at the tiny, delicate faces of his daughters, Viyansh was overwhelmed with emotions he could scarcely describe. The joy of becoming a father to two baby girls was a feeling that transcended words. Each gentle breath they took, each tiny movement, was a reminder of the miracle of life and the love that had brought them into the world. His emotions were a blend of awe, pride, and tenderness, each feeling stronger than he had ever imagined. Holding both girls, Viyansh marveled at how his family had grown, realizing just how precious these moments were. The reality of being a father to not one, but two beautiful baby girls, filled him with an indescribable depth of love and gratitude. He held them close, feeling the weight of his immense love and responsibility for these new lives. The tears that fell were a mixture of happiness and gratitude, his heart swelling with pride and love. This moment, a culmination of the trials and triumphs they had endured, was now a beautiful beginningâa new chapter in their lives filled with boundless love for their twin daughters.
Viyansh: "Doctor meri biwi??"
(Doctor, howâs my wife?)
Doctor: "Giving birth to twins is not an easy task, Mr. Singhania. Your wife is truly a strong lady. Sheâs still unconscious but will regain consciousness soon, and thereâs nothing to worry about. Sheâs just weak due to the delivery, and you need to take extreme care of her. Everything else is fine."
Viyansh nodded.
Virat: "Arehh doctor aap care ki baat kar rahe ho?? Humari bhabhi maa ab farsh pe kadam tak nahi rakhengi."
(Doctor, youâre talking about care? Our Bhabhi Maa wonât even set foot on the ground anymore.)
Viraj: "Vahi toh aap bas dekhiye hum kaise apni cupcake ka khayal rakhte hai."
(Exactly, just wait and see how we take care of our cupcake.)
Viyansh was lost in a world of his own, oblivious to everything around him as he continued to admire his baby girls. His focus was entirely on them, his heart overflowing with a profound sense of wonder and love. As the tiny girls began to open their eyes, Viyansh was captivated by the sight. The moment their eyes met his, he felt a jolt of emotion so powerful it seemed as though his heart skipped a beat. It was the same intense feeling he had experienced when he first realized he was in love with Vaidehi, a deep and undeniable connection that was now being mirrored in this new chapter of his life. Holding his baby girls in his arms, Viyansh felt an overwhelming sense of fulfillment. They were the tangible result of the love and prayers he and Vaidehi had shared, the culmination of their hopes and dreams. The feeling of having these two tiny beings, his world now expanded to include them, was both exhilarating and deeply humbling.
As Viyansh held his daughters close, the rest of the family gathered around him, their faces filled with excitement and joy. They couldnât help but admire the tiny, delicate girls in his arms. Each family member took turns peeking at the babies, their eyes glistening with happiness and pride. Vikram, with a beaming smile, gently placed a hand on Viyanshâs shoulder, sharing in the proud moment. Vihaan, Viraj, and Virat stood beside him, their eyes softening as they looked at the newborns. They exchanged looks of awe and happiness, marveling at the new additions to the family.
Vihaan: "Omg ye dono toh mini bhai hai. Hayy choti choti pariya ghar aayi hai."
(Oh my God, these two are just like mini-Bhai. Wow, little fairies have come into our home.)
Viraj: "Abhi ghar gayi nahi hai bhai."
(They havenât gone home yet, Bhai.)
Virat: "Aur jab ghar jayengi tab sach me Aisa lagega ki pariya ghar aayi hai aisi taiyaari karenge hum."
(And when they do, it will truly feel like fairies have come home. Weâll make sure of that.)
Viyansh: "Papa, aap sambhaliye inhe, main meri princess aur meri angel ki mumma, meri jaan se mil ke aata hu."
(Papa, please handle them. Iâll go meet the mother of my princess and my angel, my Jaan.)
Vikram, with a warm smile, carefully took one of the baby girls from Viyansh, while Vihaan gently cradled the other. Viyansh, feeling a mix of satisfaction and reluctance as he let go of his precious daughters for the first time, left the room to return to Vaidehiâs ward.
Viyansh gently opened the door to Vaidehiâs ward and entered, carefully closing it behind him. The sight before him tugged at his heartâVaidehi lay on the hospital bed, utterly exhausted. Her face was pale, and a drip was attached to her hand, highlighting the toll the delivery had taken on her. She remained unconscious, a testament to the immense effort and pain she had endured bringing their twins into the world. Viyansh approached her bedside with a soft, tender step. He reached out and caressed her head, his touch filled with a blend of admiration and gratitude. Bending down, he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, lingering there as if to convey all the unspoken emotions he felt. His lips stayed pressed against her forehead for several moments, a silent thanks for the incredible strength and sacrifice she had shown. As he held her there, Viyansh reflected on the challenging moments he had witnessedâthe way she had pushed through exhaustion and pain, how she had fought so hard for their daughters. The sight of her falling unconscious immediately after the birth of their second baby was etched in his memory, a stark reminder of her bravery. In this quiet, intimate moment, Viyansh's heart was filled with profound respect and love for Vaidehi.
Viyansh carefully settled into the chair beside Vaidehiâs bed, his movements deliberate and gentle. He took her hand in his, cradling it with the utmost tenderness. Bringing her hand close to his lips, he placed a soft, loving kiss on her knuckles, his touch lingering as if to convey all the emotions he could not put into words. As he held her hand, a few tears slipped from his eyes, falling quietly onto her fingers. The tears were a mix of relief, gratitude, and deep love.
Viyansh: "Thank you so much Jaan, itna dard seh ke humari betiyon ko janam dene ke liye. Mujhe 2 betiyon ka pita banane ke liye. Main jitna bhi thank you bol lu kum hi padega, us dard ke aage Jo tumne Aaj saha hai."
(Thank you so much, Jaan, for enduring so much pain to bring our daughters into this world. Thank you for making me the father of two daughters. No matter how much I say thank you, it will never be enough compared to the pain you went through today.)
Viyansh tenderly caressed Vaidehiâs head, his touch gentle and soothing. As his fingers brushed her hair, her eyes fluttered open, and her fingers began to move slightly.
Viyansh: "Jaana??"
Vaidehi's eyes fluttered open slowly, her gaze struggling to focus through the exhaustion. Despite her tiredness, she managed to lock eyes with Viyansh, who was sitting beside her, still holding her hand. Her eyelids were heavy, and she couldn't fully open her eyes, but the sight of Viyansh beside her brought a gentle smile to her lips.
Vaidehi: "A.. ansh, bachche..kaise hai??"
( A... Ansh, how are the babies?)
Viyansh: "Bachche nahi jaana, bachchiyan. 2 betiyon huyi hai hume."
(Not just babies, sweetheartâdaughters. We have two daughters.)
Viyanshâs smile was filled with pride and profound love as he looked at Vaidehi. Seeing her smile despite her exhaustion brought a deep sense of fulfillment to him. A tear slipped from Vaidehiâs eye, and Viyansh swiftly reached out to gently wipe it away with his thumb. He then placed a tender kiss on her forehead, his touch reassuring and full of affection. As Vaidehi attempted to sit up, the strain was evident in her movements. Viyansh immediately placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, gently guiding her back down.
Viyansh: "Bachcha abhi nahi, abhi bahaut weak hai aap abhi rest kar lo please."
(Sweetheart, not now, youâre still very weak. Please rest for now.)
Vaidehi blinked her eyes wearily, her exhaustion catching up with her. Within moments, the soothing comfort of Viyanshâs presence and the overwhelming emotions of the day lulled her into a peaceful sleep. As she drifted off, her breathing evened out, and a serene calm enveloped her, leaving Viyansh to watch over her with a deep sense of love and fulfillment.
Although mother and twins were all doing well, Vaidehiâs weakness meant that the doctors decided to keep her under observation for two days, along with the twins. For the next two days, Viyansh remained a constant presence by Vaidehiâs side in the hospital, never leaving her or their newborn twins. Though the doctors assured him that both Vaidehi and the babies were fine, they kept Vaidehi under observation due to her weakness. Viyansh's commitment was unwavering. He slept in a chair beside Vaidehiâs bed, ensuring that he was always within reach. His days were filled with quiet support: adjusting the blankets, gently speaking words of encouragement, and making sure that Vaidehi had everything she needed. His nights were spent in the same chair, eyes often drifting between Vaidehi and the twins, making sure he was there for every need. He was there for every check-up, every adjustment of the IV drip, and every soft murmur to Vaidehi as she rested. When the nurses tended to the twins, he was right there, beaming with pride and offering his support. His hands were often seen gently holding one of the babies, while his other hand would caress Vaidehiâs.
When Vaidaksh arrived at the hospital to meet his new sisters, his excitement was palpable. Despite his young age of four, his concern and love for his family were clear in his questions. The moment he walked into the room, his face was full of anticipation and worry. âMumma kaisi hai?? Mumma kaha hai?? Mumma ko pain nahi hai na?? Meri jaan kaisi hai??â he asked, his voice a mixture of concern and eagerness. Viyansh and Vaidehi, touched by their son's deep empathy, smiled at each other, feeling blessed to have such a caring child. Viyansh knelt down to Vaidaksh's level, gently explaining that Vaidehi was doing well and that both she and the babies were healthy. He reassured him with a warm hug, telling him that Mumma was resting but was very happy to see him. After meeting his mother, Vaidaksh's excitement shifted to meeting his sisters. His eyes lit up as he looked at the tiny bundles of joy, his voice softening with awe. Viyansh and Vaidehi, moved by the tender moment, introduced him to his baby sisters. They lovingly referred to them as their "Angel and Princess," reflecting their special place in their hearts. For the rest of the family, the twins were affectionately called "Pariyan" (fairies), a testament to their precious and enchanting presence in their lives.
As Viraj and Virat had playfully predicted, the news of the Singhania family welcoming their next generation spread like wildfire. Their excitement was contagious, and they made sure the entire company shared in their joy. The employees of Singhania & Co. were delighted when they announced a special "double bonus" in celebration of the new arrivals, spreading cheer throughout the workplace. The Singhania mansion was transformed into a festive wonderland, rivaling even the grandeur of Diwali celebrations. The route from the hospital to the mansion was adorned with vibrant floral arrangements, creating a breathtaking path of colors. The car, decorated with soft pink balloons, symbolized the joy and anticipation surrounding the arrival of the twins. Viraj and Virat, brimming with enthusiasm, danced their way along the decorated route, celebrating every step of the journey home. Their infectious joy and exuberance turned the entire event into a grand parade of happiness. The birth of the twins, referred to affectionately as the familyâs "Lakshmi" after nine generations, was a momentous occasion for the Singhanias. While the family was overjoyed, they chose to keep the gender of the babies a secret from the media. Vaidehi, ever mindful of superstitions and the belief in the evil eye, felt strongly about protecting her daughters from any potential negativity. The entire family, united in their love and protective instincts, embraced these superstitions, ensuring that their princesses would be surrounded by nothing but positive energy and affection.
Today was a day of joy and celebration as the Singhania family gathered for the naming ceremony of the newborn twins. The atmosphere was filled with anticipation and happiness, as everyone eagerly awaited the reveal of the names chosen for the little ones. The twins were dressed in adorable soft yellow frocks, their outfits reflecting the warmth and brightness of the occasion. Vaidehi, embracing the festive spirit, wore a beautiful yellow ethnic dress that complemented the theme. Viyansh and Vaidaksh matched in yellow kurtas, creating a perfect family ensemble that symbolized their unity and happiness. The ceremony unfolded with all the traditional rituals and ceremonies, each moment steeped in cultural significance. Vaidehi had taken on the responsibility of naming the babies this time, and her excitement was palpable. The choice of names was especially meaningful, given her deep affection for Viyansh and the significance of having daughters who bore a striking resemblance to their father. As the ceremony proceeded, the room was filled with the warm glow of candles and the sweet scent of flowers, adding to the festive ambiance. The family and guests watched with bated breath, eager to hear the names that Vaidehi had chosen for her beloved daughters.
The entire family gathered for the puja, a moment filled with reverence and celebration. Vaidehi and Viyansh sat together in front of the holy fire, each holding one of their precious baby girls. Vaidehi cradled one baby in her arms, while Viyansh held the other close. Beside Vaidehi sat Vaidaksh, his tiny hands joined in prayer as he attentively listened to the mantras being chanted. Despite his young age and limited understanding of the rituals, he was attentive. Vaidehi, with a playful and loving touch, had covered her babyâs face with her dupatta, creating a moment of light-heartedness amidst the solemnity. The baby occasionally peeked out from behind the fabric, engaging in a game of peek-a-boo with Vaidaksh. His delighted giggles filled the air, bringing a touch of joy and warmth to the gathering. On the other side, Viyansh held the other end of Vaidehiâs dupatta, gently covering the second baby's face to protect them from fire smoke.
Priest: "Ab aap bachchon ke kaano ke unke naam bata dijiye aur phir is Akshat ki thaal me bachchiyo ka naam likh dijiye."
(Now, whisper the names of your children in their ears and then write their names on this Akshat plate.)
Viyansh: "Bachcha chalo naam bol do."
(Baby, go ahead and say the names.)
The priest glanced at Viyansh with a touch of confusion.
Priest: "Bachcha kaise naam bolega Yajmaan??"
(How will the child say the names, Yajmaan?)
The entire family erupted into laughter and Vaidehiâs cheeks flushed with a rosy blush. Eklavya, sitting behind Viyansh with his wife Naina and their two young sons, Ekansh and Naksh, noticed the priest's confusion. Eklavyaâs youngest son, two year old Naksh, was peacefully asleep in his fatherâs arms. Five year old Ekansh, the elder of the two, sat beside his mother Naina, his curious eyes occasionally glancing toward the holy fire and the ceremonial rituals.
Eklavya: "Pandit ji ye pagal apni biwi ko bachcha bol raha hai. Kitni baar kaha hai ab mat bol use bachcha. Jaan hi thik hai vo Teri."
(Pandit Ji, this fool is calling his wife âBachchaâ. How many times have we told you to stop calling her that? Just stick to âJaan,â thatâs enough for you.)
Vaidaksh: "Eklavya chachu aise nahi bolo, mumma papa ka bachcha aur meri Jaan hai."
(Eklavya Chachu, donât say that. Mumma is Papaâs âBachchaâ and my âJaan.â)
Viyansh: "Haa ab aap phir papa se Jaan ko leke ladenge??"
(Yes, and now will you fight with Papa over Jaan again?)
The entire family, along with the priest and Vaidaksh, couldn't help but giggled. Even the newborns, nestled in their parents' arms, seemed to join in the joy, their soft giggles adding to the chorus of happiness.
Priest: "Naam boliye."
(Please say the names.)
Vaidehi, with a tender smile, bent down and whispered the chosen names into Vaidakshâs eager ears. Vaidakshâs eyes sparkled with excitement as he took on this important task. With great care, he leaned over and gently murmured the names into the ears of each of his baby sisters. After completing the cherished ritual, Vaidaksh returned to his spot beside Vaidehi. His face glowed with pride and happiness. As he settled back, the babies, now imbued with their names, responded with tiny, contented smiles.
Priest: "Bachchon ke pita, unka naam is Akshat ki thaal me likh dein."
(Father of the children, write their names on this Akshat plate.)
Viyansh smiled warmly before turning his gaze toward Vaidehi.
Viyansh: "Jaana, ab bata bhi do meri angel aur princess ke naam."
(Sweetheart, go ahead and tell the names of my angel and princess.)
Vaidehiâs smile grew tender as she gently caressed the heads of both baby girls.
Vaidehi: "Ye humari jo humari sabse pyaari khwaish hai aur mere Ansh ki parchai inka naam hoga "Viyana Viyansh Singhania".
(The one who is our dearest wish and my Anshâs reflection, her name will be "Viyana Viyansh Singhania.")
Viyansh beamed with pride and joy as Vaidehi chose to name their daughter after him. The family, touched by the meaningful gesture, applauded the choice with enthusiastic claps. Viyansh carefully wrote the name on the rice plate, a traditional gesture that added a special touch to the occasion. He then turned his gaze back to Vaidehi, eagerly waiting to learn the name she had chosen for their other baby girl.
Vaidehi: "Aur ye jo bilkul apne papa pe gayi hai, Mere Ansh ka hi Aksh hai ye, Inka naam hoga "Viyakshi Viyansh Singhania".
(And the one who is exactly like her Papa, she is the essence of my Ansh, her name will be "Viyakshi Viyansh Singhania.")
Viyansh gazed at Vaidehi with eyes brimming with love and admiration as she announced that their other daughter would also carry his name. The depth of her affection and the thoughtfulness behind the names filled him with an overwhelming sense of gratitude and joy. The depth of her affection left him in awe, marveling at how much she cherished him. The familyâs applause filled the room with joy, acknowledging the heartfelt gesture. With a beaming smile, Viyansh wrote the name on the rice plate, his heart overflowing with happiness and gratitude for the woman he loved so deeply.
Priest: "Viddi sampan huyi. Ab bachchiyon ke mata pita unhe ashirwad dein."
(The ritual is complete. Now the parents should bless the daughters.)
Vaidehi: "Humara ashirwad toh humesha hi humare bachcho ke sath hai pandit ji."
(Our blessings are always with our children, Pandit Ji.)
Vaidehi tenderly caressed the heads of all three of her children, her touch gentle and affectionate. As her fingers brushed against their soft hair, her love for them was palpable.
Vaidehi: "Aur meri betiyan apna ashirwad lekar paida huyi hai."
(And my daughters were born with their blessings.)
As Vaidehi softly spoke, the family found themselves puzzled, trying to understand what she was saying.
Priest: "Kya matlab hai aapka bitiya??"
(What do you mean, born with their blessings?)
Vaidehi: "Ye dono apne papa jaisi dikhti hai aur kehte hai na 'Pitra mukhi kanya sukhi kanya'."
(Both of them look just like their Papa, and as they say, âPitra mukhi kanya, sukhi kanya.â)
Priest: "Sahi kaha bitiya aapne."
(Youâve said it right, dear.)
The family smiled warmly at Vaidehiâs words.
Vaidaksh: "Mumma ye pi..pitt.pi mukhi kya hota hai??"
(Mumma, what does âPitra mukhiâ mean?)
Vaidehi smiled warmly at Vaidakshâs earnest attempt to speak in a more traditional or formal Hindi.
Viyansh: "Little Jaan 'Pitra mukhi kanya sukhi kanya' ka matlab hota hai jo betiya apne papa jaisi dikhti hai vo happy hoti hai."
(Little Jaan, âPitra mukhi kanya, sukhi kanyaâ means that daughters who look like their fathers are happy.)
Vaidaksh: "Toh mumma main apke jaisa dikhta hu toh 'Mumma mukhi beta sukhi beta' hota hai???"
(So, Mumma, if I look like you, does that mean âMumma mukhi beta, sukhi betaâ?)
Vaidehi chuckled softly at her son's thoughtful words, finding them endearing and amusing. Her laughter was a gentle, loving response to his innocent attempt to express himself. Viyansh, smiling at the interaction, reached over and affectionately ruffled his son's hair.
Viyansh: "Aap mumma jaise dikhte hai tabhi toh itne pretty and beautiful hai."
(You look like Mumma, and thatâs why youâre so pretty and beautiful.)
Vaidaksh: "Papa beautiful nahi, handsome bolo, aur baal nahi bigaado."
(Papa, not beautiful, say handsome, and donât mess up my hair.)
Vaidaksh whimpered in response to Viyansh's playful ruffling, clearly annoyed but also enjoying the attention. Viyansh continued to tease him, ruffling his hair even more, which only made Vaidaksh whine louder. Seeking comfort, Vaidaksh quickly moved behind Vaidehi and wrapped his little arms around her neck.
Vaidaksh: "Mumma, bhookh lagi."
(Mumma, Iâm hungry.)
Vaidehi leaned down and kissed Vaidakshâs cheeks tenderly.
Viyansh: "Toh usme mumma kya karegi?? Jaake Khao na."
(So, what can Mumma do about that? Go and eat something.)
Vaidaksh: "Papa abhi bhookh lagi, baadme ladayi karenge."
(Papa, Iâm hungry now; we can fight later.)
The family erupted into heartfelt laughter, enjoying the endearing and playful moment. Vaidaksh, now 4 years old and with clear, expressive words, had brought a touch of humor and joy to the gathering.
A few days later, life at Singhania Mansion continued to be filled with happiness and joy thanks to the arrival of the twin girls. The house was bustling with excitement, and their presence brought a new, vibrant energy to the family. One fine day, Viyansh returned home earlier than usual, having left work due to Vaidehi feeling unwell. As he entered their room, the sight that greeted him was nothing short of heart-melting. Vaidehi was peacefully asleep on the bed, her serene expression reflecting the exhaustion of motherhood. Beside her, nestled comfortably, was little Viyakshi. Even in her sleep, Vaidehi's hand rested gently on Viyakshi's chest, tenderly patting it as if instinctively comforting her daughter. Viyakshi, too, was sound asleep, looking content and serene. On the other side of Viyakshi, little Viyana was sleeping peacefully, and beside her, Vaidaksh was diligently doing his homework. With one hand focused on his studies, Vaidaksh used his free hand to softly pat Viyanaâs chest, a gesture of affectionate care. The twins, Viyakshi and Viyana, were holding each otherâs fingers, their bond evident in their intertwined grasp. They were clearly very fond of each other, often finding comfort in sucking each otherâs fingers. Viyansh couldnât help but smile at the beautiful scene before him. He quickly snapped a picture to capture the moment before tossing his blazer onto the couch. The sight of his familyâVaidehi resting peacefully with their daughters by her side and Vaidaksh looking after his sistersâfilled him with a profound sense of gratitude and happiness.
Viyansh: "Little Jaan kya kar rahe ho??"
(Little Jaan, what are you doing?)
Vaidaksh: "Shh papa, mumma abhi soyi hai, unke sar dard hai."
(Shh, Papa, Mumma is sleeping right now; she has a headache.)
Seeing Vaidehi still sleeping soundly, Viyansh felt a twinge of concern. He gently approached her and checked her temperature, finding it to be normal. Relieved, he kissed her forehead tenderly, then leaned over to kiss the heads of his sleeping twins. With a loving touch, he carefully covered them all with the duvet, ensuring they were snug and warm.
Viyansh: "Little Jaan, babies ne milk Piya hai??"
(Little Jaan, have the babies had their milk?)
Vaidaksh: "Yes papa, par main naraz hu dono se."
(Yes, Papa, but Iâm upset with them.)
Viyansh settled down beside Vaidaksh and gently ruffled his hair, a smile tugging at his lips. He then leaned over and placed a soft kiss on Vaidakshâs forehead.
Viyansh: "Aisa kyu dakshu??"
(Why is that, Dakshu?)
Vaidaksh: "Papa, ye dono meri pretty mumma ko bahaut tang karti hai, soti hi nahi hai. You know mumma also cried."
(Papa, they bother my pretty Mumma a lot; they donât sleep at all. You know, Mumma even cried.)
Viyansh: "Ye dono choti hai na beta, badi hongi toh aapke jaise hi mumma ko pareshan nahi karengi."
(Theyâre little now, beta. When they grow up, they wonât trouble Mumma anymore, just like you.)
Vaidaksh: "papa pakka??"
(Papa, are you sure?)
Viyansh: "Yes Jaana."
Vaidaksh: "Papa, main teacher se bhi naraz hu."
(Papa, Iâm also upset with the teacher.)
Viyansh: "Ab teacher ne kya kar diya??"
(What did the teacher do now?)
Vaidaksh: "Kitna homework detin hai mujhe, my hands are paining."
(She gives me so much homework; my hands are hurting.)
Viyansh suppressed a laugh as he listened to Vaidakshâs adorable complaints. His sonâs earnest expressions and tiny grievances were just too cute, and Viyansh couldnât help but smile at the endearing way Vaidaksh voiced his little troubles.
Vaidaksh: "Also ye plus minus kitna Ganda hai. Papa meri toh itni fingers bhi nahi hai jitne isme numbers hai, main kaise karu???"
(And this plus and minus stuff is so annoying. Papa, I donât even have as many fingers as the numbers in this; how am I supposed to do it?)
This time, Viyansh couldnât hold back and let out a soft chuckle. He lifted Vaidaksh into his arms and showered him with affectionate kisses on his cheeks.
Viyansh: "Chalo pehle aapke tummy ko kuch khilate hai and then papa will help Dakshu, okay??"
(Come on, letâs feed your tummy something first, and then Papa will help Dakshu, okay?)
Vaidaksh grinned widely and nodded happily.
A few months later, the Singhania household was brimming with joyful chaos. Vaidehi was busy arranging the babiesâ clothes, and Viyansh was right beside her, lending a helping hand. The room was filled with laughter and the delightful sounds of their three children playing on the bed. Viyakshi and Viyana, now starting to crawl, were exploring their little world with excitement. Vaidaksh, deeply engrossed in his building blocks game, made funny faces that had the girls giggling uncontrollably. The sight of his siblings enjoying themselves was heartwarming. At one point, Viyakshi and Viyana, both full of energy, fell back on the bed in a playful tumble, their giggles echoing through the room. Vaidehi and Viyansh, glancing over their shoulders, shared smiles as they watched their childrenâs antics with loving amusement.
As Viyakshi climbed onto Viyanaâs tummy, rubbing her face against her sister's, Viyana burst into laughter, the sound bright and infectious. In a sudden burst of curiosity, Viyana crawled towards Vaidaksh, reaching out for his hand and then settling onto his lap. Vaidaksh, delighted by the attention, kissed Viyanaâs cheeks tenderly. Meanwhile, Viyakshi, content with her pacifier in her mouth, played with a teddy bear and observed the interactions with wide, curious eyes. The family moment was full of warmth and affection. However, just as Vaidaksh was about to respond to Viyanaâs gesture, he felt a sudden warmth spreading on his leg. With a whine of surprise, he looked down, realizing that Viyana had accidentally made a mess.
Vaidaksh: "Mummmmmmaaa"
Vaidehi soon came near Vaidaksh.
Vaidehi: "Kya hua jaana??"
(What happened, Jaana?)
Vaidaksh: "Mumma, Angel ne Susu kar diya."
(Mumma, Angel peed.)
Viyansh couldn't help but laugh at Vaidakshâs adorable irritation, which only seemed to make Vaidaksh more exasperated. Vaidehi, noticing the growing frustration on her sonâs face, shot Viyansh a playful glare, a mix of annoyance and amusement in her eyes.
Vaidaksh: "Papa haso Nahiii"
(Papa, donât laugh!)
Vaidehi: "Anshhh"
Viyansh: "Sorry bachcha but..."
Vaidehi: "Chup kariye, aapko diaper pehnane kaha tha na maine inhe."
(Quiet! Didnât I tell you to put a diaper on them?)
Viyansh: "Bhul gaya."
(I forgot.)
Vaidehi gave Viyansh a stern look before gently lifting Viyana into her arms. Seeing his sister being picked up, Viyakshi, still lying on the bed, noticed the shift and crawled toward Viyansh. With outstretched arms, she reached for him, her little eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and a desire for attention.
Viyansh: "Aww my princess."
Viyansh took Viyakshi in his arms. Viyanshâs eyes widened in surprise as Viyakshi's tiny bladder let go. He looked down at the little puddle forming on his shirt, then up at Viyakshiâs innocent, toothless grin. Despite his shock, he couldnât help but chuckle at the situation. Vaidaksh burst into laughter, finding the whole scene hilarious. Vaidehi, still holding Viyana, looked over and couldnât suppress a smile at the sight of Viyansh's bewildered expression.
Viyansh: "Princess, papa aapke Bhai pe hase toh aapne badla liya??"
(Princess, Papa laughed at your brother, so you took revenge?)
Vaidehi and Vaidaksh couldnât contain their laughter as they watched Viyana and Viyakshiâs giggles turn into full-blown fits of joy. Their infectious laughter soon had the twins joining in, the room echoing with their gleeful sounds. The sight was so endearing that Viyansh couldnât help but chuckle along, his heart swelling with affection for his family. Once the initial laughter had subsided, Vaidehi picked up Viyakshi and Viyana, gently taking them to change into fresh clothes. Viyansh, meanwhile, led Vaidaksh to his room, where he would also get cleaned up. This little routine of teaching their children about privacy from a young age was Viyanshâs idea. The thought behind it was to give them a sense of personal space and to manage the little disturbances, especially since Vaidaksh often found himself inadvertently interrupting their romantic moments. Vaidehi had found Viyanshâs suggestion both amusing and practical, and sheâd laughed heartily at the idea. Nevertheless, she supported it wholeheartedly, understanding the importance of these early lessons in privacy.
Months passed, and now the twins were confidently walking and exploring every corner of the house with their newfound mobility. One evening, Viyansh returned from the office, exhausted but eager to see his family. The moment he stepped inside, Viyakshi and Viyana spotted him and, with their tiny feet pattering excitedly, they rushed towards him. Viyansh's face lit up with a broad smile as he saw his little girls approaching. Kneeling down to their level, he opened his arms wide, and the twins eagerly clambered into his embrace. Their tiny hands clung to him, and their delighted giggles filled the room. Viyansh scooped them up, holding them close, and planted affectionate kisses on their cheeks.
Viyansh: "Awww my angel and princess missed papa??"
Viyana: "Popchy."
(Popsy)
Viyakshi: "Pokchy."
Viyansh: "No my babies, it's papa, ye aap dono mumma se kya kya sikhti rehti hai."
(No, my babies, itâs Papa. What all are you two learning from Mumma?)
Viyana and Viyakshi, with their adorable three-toothed grins, clung to Viyansh and giggled happily. He carried them towards the living room, where the house was alive with activity. Vaidehi was seated on the couch, patiently teaching Vaidaksh and Vihaansh. The two boys were focused on their lesson, occasionally glancing up to share a smile with their mother. Vanshika was nearby, feeding little Vansh, her gentle coos and soothing words punctuating the calm atmosphere. The rest of the family had not yet returned from work, leaving this moment to be savored by those present.
Viyansh carefully placed Viyana and Viyakshi on the couch, then knelt in front of them with a playful grin. The girls watched him with wide, curious eyes, their tiny hands reaching out in anticipation. From a packet, Viyansh pulled out a small box adorned with a cheerful design. Vaidehi and Vanshika exchanged smiles, clearly delighted by what was unfolding. Viyansh opened the box to reveal a pair of adorable baby sandals, each one tiny and decorated with cute patterns. The twins' faces lit up with interest as they examined the little shoes. Viyansh gently slipped them onto Viyana and Viyakshiâs tiny feet, adjusting the straps carefully. The girls wiggled their toes, fascinated by the new sensation. In the background, Vaidaksh was deeply engrossed in his math homework, his concentration evident as he worked through the problems. Vihaansh, on the other hand, was animatedly complaining to Vaidehi about his teacherâs latest assignmentâcursive handwriting practice, which he found tedious and frustrating. Vaidehi listened patiently, occasionally glancing at Viyansh and their daughters with a loving smile.
Viyansh carefully placed Viyana and Viyakshi on the floor after putting the little sandals on their tiny feet. The sandals made a delightful squeaking sound with each step, and the twins immediately took to it with joy. Their faces brightened as they heard the playful noise with every tap of their feet. They grinned widely, clapping their hands in excitement. Then, with a burst of energy, they began to run around Viyansh, their tiny feet making a rhythmic squeak-squeak sound on the floor. Viyansh couldnât help but chuckle at the sight, his heart melting with every squeak and giggle from his daughters. He watched them with a look of pure adoration, enjoying their playful antics and the sheer happiness they radiated.
Vansh: "Ahh uhhhh oiiii poskyy"
(Popsy)
Viyansh: "Haan ji chote Vanshiii aaiye aapke liye bhi hai."
(Yes, yes, little Vanshi, come here; thereâs one for you too.)
Vanshika gently placed Vansh on the floor, and he quickly toddled over to Viyansh, wrapping his little arms around his leg. With a warm smile, Viyansh scooped Vansh up into his arms and playfully tossed him into the air before catching him securely. Vanshâs delighted giggles filled the room, his eyes sparkling with excitement. Viyansh then set Vansh down on the couch and slipped the squeaking shoes onto his tiny feet. As soon as the shoes were on, Vansh joined his sisters, Viyana and Viyakshi, in their joyful running around. The trio of little feet made a delightful chorus of squeaks as they scampered around Viyansh, their laughter and energy spreading happiness throughout the room.
The room was a whirlwind of activity as the one-year-old twins, Viyana and Viyakshi, scampered around with boundless energy. They climbed over the bed and couch, ducked behind the curtains, and squealed with delight as they played a game of chase with their dad. Viyansh, determined to feed them their mashed veggies, was on his feet, running after them with a spoon in hand. Despite his best efforts, the girls, much like their mumma, showed a distinct lack of interest in anything healthy. They seemed to revel in the game of cat and mouse, darting away from Viyanshâs attempts to get them to eat. Every time he got close, theyâd burst into giggles and make a swift escape, their tiny feet pattering across the floor.
Viyansh: "Bachcho please khana kha lo na papa thak gaye."
(Kids, please eat; Papa is tired.)
Viyana: "Papa akk ayee"
(thak gaye - tired)
Viyakshi: "Papa akko"
(Pakdo - Catch)
Viyansh: "Aap dono na bilkul apni mumma jaisi hai, kyu pareshan karti hai aap papa ko??"
(You two are just like your Mumma. Why do you trouble Papa?)
As Viyansh plopped down on the couch with an exaggerated sigh, the twins, sensing his momentary surrender, quickly seized the opportunity to hide behind the curtains. Their giggles were barely contained as they peeked out from their makeshift hiding spot, their tiny hands gripping the fabric. Vaidehi entered the room, her face lighting up as she saw the playful mess before her. Having just returned from picking up Vaidaksh and Vihaansh from school, she was greeted by the sight of Viyansh sitting on the couch, looking dramatically defeated, while the twinsâ mischievous eyes glinted from behind the curtains.
Vaidehi: "Main pareshan karti hu aapko???"
(I trouble you?)
Viyanshâs eyes widen.
Viyansh: "Bachcha tu..tum aa gayi?"
(You came back?)
Vaidehi: "Haa aur sab sun bhi liya."
(Yes, and I heard everything.)
Viyansh: "Jaana I love you My bachcha."
Viyansh, seizing the moment to shift the focus, quickly said with a playful grin, and he leaned over and kissed Vaidehiâs cheek. Vaidehi chuckled softly, her gaze softening as she observed the scene. The twins, still hidden behind the curtain, watched the interaction with wide, curious eyes.
Vaidehi: "Kya hua kyu pareshan lag rahe hai??"
(Whatâs wrong? Why do you look so stressed?)
Viyansh: "Dekho na jaana ye dono khana nahi kha rahi hai."
(Look, Jaana, these two arenât eating.)
Vaidehi glanced toward the curtain, her eyes catching sight of the little giggles peeking through the fabric. As soon as she made eye contact, the twins quickly ducked back behind the curtain, their laughter muffled but still audible. Her lips curled into a warm, affectionate smile as she watched their playful antics.
Vaidehi: "Ansh, suniye."
(Listen)
Vaidehi leaned in closer to Viyansh, her eyes twinkling with excitement as she shared her idea.
Viyansh: "Okay."
Vaidehi: "Ansh, bahaut bhook lagi hai mujhe, ye dono nahi kha rahi hai toh mujhe khila dijiye."
(Ansh, Iâm really hungry; if theyâre not eating, then feed me.)
Viyansh: "Haa bachcha tum thaki si lag rahi ho, aap tum kha lo ye."
(Yes, Bachcha, you seem tired. Let me feed you.)
Vaidehi: "Ha Ansh jaldi khilaiye."
(Yes, Ansh, feed me quickly.)
Viyansh: "Jaana main tumhe khila Raha hu, kisi aur ko nahi."
(Jaana, Iâm feeding you, not anyone else.)
The moment the twins heard their father's voice, Viyana and Viyakshi dashed towards him with tiny, eager steps. They looked up at Viyansh with wide, expectant eyes, their mouths forming an adorable 'Ahhhhh.' Viyansh and Vaidehi couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of their daughters' endearing expressions. With affectionate smiles, Viyansh scooped Viyana into his arms, while Vaidehi gently lifted Viyakshi.
Vaidehi: "Kyu ji, aap dono ko khana nahi khana tha. Masti karni thi."
(Why, you two didnât want to eat? You just wanted to play around.)
Viyana: "Mumma no mashiii"
(Masti)
Viyakshi: "Pokchy thana"
(Popsy khana - Dad food)
Viyansh chuckled as he fed Viyana and Viyakshi, their tiny hands reaching out and occasionally smearing mashed veggies around their mouths. Vaidehi assisted, her laughter mingling with Viyansh's as they navigated the messiness of mealtime. Once the twins were fed and content, they gently placed them in the bed, arranging soft pillows around them for added comfort and safety. The sight of their peaceful faces, nestled in a sea of pillows, brought a sense of calm to the room.
Vaidehi: "Ansh, aap bhi rest kar lijiye dono ne thaka diya hai aapko."
(Ansh, you should rest too; theyâve worn you out.)
Viyansh: "Nahi Jaana, tum rest karlo main little Jaan ko change Kara ke, khana khila ke, Sula ke phir araam kar lunga."
(No, Jaana, you rest. Iâll change Little Jaan, feed him, put him to sleep, and then Iâll rest.)
Vaidehi cupped Viyansh's cheeks gently, her thumb brushing softly against his skin.
Vaidehi: "Ansh, Daksh ko maine change Kara Diya hai, vo Vyomika ke sath lunch karke so jayega. Aap rest kar lijiye."
(Ansh, Iâve already changed Daksh; heâll have lunch with Vyomika and then go to sleep. You should rest now.)
Viyansh: "Arehh but..."
Vaidehi: "No but, come with me."
Vaidehi gently guided Viyansh to the bed, her love evident in every movement. As he settled his head on her lap, she began to run her fingers through his hair, a soothing rhythm that soon lulled him to sleep. Viyakshi, feeling the comfort of her father's presence, instinctively snuggled closer to him. In his sleep, Viyanshâs embrace tightened around her, offering the warmth and security she needed. Meanwhile, Viyana, who had been contentedly sucking on Viyakshiâs fingers, began to whimper as she felt the fingers slip away. With a quick, practiced motion, Vaidehi placed a pacifier gently into Viyanaâs mouth, soothing her cries. Carefully, she adjusted Viyanshâs head onto the pillow, making sure he was comfortable before lying down next to Viyana. The baby girl, feeling the closeness of her mother, snuggled up against her. In her sleep, she climbed onto Vaidehiâs chest, seeking the comfort only her mother could provide. Vaidehi smiled, her heart swelling with love as she began to pat Viyanaâs back, helping her settle back into a peaceful slumber.
Vaidehi noticed Vaidaksh standing at the door, looking tired and sleepy as he rubbed his eyes. The sight of her little boy, clearly ready for bed, tugged at her heart.
Vaidehi: "Jaana, beta mumma pass aa jao."
(Come to mumma)
Vaidaksh shuffled over to Vaidehi, his steps slow and weary. Vaidehi shifted to make space for him beside her. She opened her arms invitingly, ready to comfort him.
Vaidaksh: "Mumma nind aa rahi hai."
(Mumma, Iâm feeling sleepy.)
Vaidehi: "Yes, Jaana, come and sleep."
Vaidehi gently guided Vaidaksh to lie beside her, his little body curling up comfortably against her. He nestled his head on her chest, burying his face in her neck, his small legs draped over hers. His hand rested softly on Viyana's back, who was peacefully sleeping on Vaidehi. Vaidehi kissed both Vaidaksh and Viyanaâs heads tenderly, her heart swelling with love. As the warmth and closeness of her children enveloped her, she soon drifted off to sleep. The room was filled with a calm, quiet stillness, the family finally getting the rest they needed after a day full of activity and joy.
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