Chapter 82: "BONUS CHAPTER 2"

"Flirting and Blushing Mornings"

Viraj and Vyomika's room,

Both Viraj and Vyomika were finally enjoying some much-needed rest after a long, sleepless night. Their eight-month-old twins, Vrishank and Vedarth, had been restless, crying throughout the night after their vaccinations, leaving their exhausted parents with no time to relax. But now, after wearing out their parents completely, the little ones had fallen into a deep slumber. Viraj and Vyomika, seizing the rare moment of peace, drifted off as well.

However, as the sun began to rise, the mischievous twins were the first to wake. With their parents still sound asleep, Vrishank and Vedarth exchanged a knowing glance, their eyes twinkling with mischief. They broke into wide, toothy smiles, their twin telepathy instantly kicking in. Without a sound, Vrishank, the slightly more adventurous one, crawled over and plopped himself right onto Viraj's stomach, the weight causing the slightest shift in his father’s breathing but not enough to wake him.

Not to be outdone, Vedarth made his way toward Viraj’s head. With his tiny hands grasping at the blanket for support, he carefully positioned himself above his father’s head, sitting triumphantly. The twins, in perfect sync, giggled quietly, as if they had orchestrated the perfect plan for some early-morning fun.

It seemed evident that Vrishank and Vedarth were true “Mumma’s boys,” showing a surprising amount of restraint for such little mischief-makers. Despite their playful nature, they were careful not to disturb their mother, Vyomika, as she slept peacefully beside Viraj. After all, it wasn’t entirely their fault—Viraj had drilled into them from a young age that their mother was precious, someone to be cherished and protected. It was a lesson they took to heart, obediently leaving her to rest undisturbed. But that didn't mean they were ready to let their father off the hook so easily.

With their shared plan in motion, Vrishank, who was perched on Viraj's stomach, began pounding on his father’s chest with his tiny fists, the soft thuds gradually getting more insistent. Meanwhile, Vedarth, sitting by Viraj’s head, decided to take a more direct approach. His chubby little fingers latched onto his father’s hair, giving it a firm tug, as if demanding attention.

Even if they were Mumma’s boys, their love for their father was undeniable—they craved his attention constantly and had no intention of sharing him with anyone, not even their mother. To them, their father was their personal playmate, and the fact that he was still asleep was clearly unacceptable.

The twin’s actions grew more energetic, their giggles growing louder as they realized their efforts were beginning to stir Viraj. They wanted his full attention, and they wouldn’t settle for anything less. In their eyes, there was no one more fun, more loving, or more important than their dad, and they were determined to have him all to themselves this morning, just as they always did.

Viraj: "Ahhhh"

Viraj gently placed a hand on his forehead, feeling the weight of exhaustion, when a tiny hand reached out and grasped his finger. Slowly, he opened his eyes to find Vrishank perched on his chest, beaming up at him with the most adorable smile that melted his heart. Viraj couldn't help but smile back, feeling a wave of warmth wash over him. However, that warmth was quickly interrupted as Vedarth tugged at his hair with surprising strength, eliciting a wince of pain from Viraj.

Viraj: "ahh Ouchh"

He glanced up and spotted Vedarth beaming.

Viraj: "Achcha ji, papa ko tang karne me mazaa aa raha hai aap dono ko hmm??"

(Oh, so you're both enjoying troubling your dad, huh?)

Both twins erupted into giggles, their laughter filling the room with joy, and Viraj couldn't help but chuckle at their antics. With a playful glint in his eye, he gently lifted Vedarth and placed him on his chest, mirroring the way Vrishank was sitting. The moment Vedarth settled in, the two boys began to bounce excitedly, jumping on their father's chest with gleeful abandon. Viraj felt the weight of their tiny bodies but welcomed the playful chaos.

Viraj: "Ahhh ohh, sharam nahi aati aap dono ko?? Papa ko tang karte ho."

(Ahhh, ohhh, don't you both feel ashamed? You’re troubling your dad.)

They both burst into laughter and jumped again.

Viraj: "Aayegi bhi kaise, apni maa ke hi bete ho na dono, vo raat me sone nahi deti aur aap dono din me."

(Why would you? After all, you're your mother's sons. She doesn’t let me sleep at night, and you two don’t let me rest during the day.)

Just as Viraj finished speaking, he suddenly felt a sharp yet gentle slap on his cheek that took him by surprise. His eyes widened in shock as he turned to see Vyomika beside him, her expression fierce as she glared at him.

Viraj: "Bachcho ke samne toh mat maaro yaar, kya sochenge dono."

(At least don't hit me in front of the kids, yaar. What will they think?)

Vyomika: "Bachcho ke samne besharmi bhari baatein karte waqt nahi socha kya sochenge dono."

(Didn't you think about what the kids would think when you were saying such shameless things in front of them?)

Viraj: "Waah, tum besharmi dikha sakti hu main bol bhi nahi sakta."

(Wow, you can be shameless, but I can't say anything?)

Vyomika’s glare intensified, and Viraj could feel his heart race as he gulped nervously. Realizing he needed to diffuse the situation, he gently placed the twins on the bed, watching as they oscillated their eyes between their parents, sensing the change in the atmosphere. Both parents then sat on the edge of the bed, enjoying the playful energy of the moment.

Vyomika: "Main buri lag rahi hu na, jao ab aap dur rehna mujhse, vo bhi full month."

(I know I seem awful to you, right? Fine, stay away from me for a full month!)

Viraj's eyes widened in shock.

Viraj: "Miku yaar aisa nahi kar sakti tum mere sath."

(Miku, yaar, you can't do this to me.)

Vyomika: "Main aisa kar sakti hu nahi, main aisa karungi."

(Not only can I do it, but I will do it.)

Vyomika swiftly gathered her hair into a bun, preparing to step down from the bed, but Viraj was quicker. In a playful yet bold move, he pulled her back onto the bed, hovering over her and pinning her hands above her head. Her breath hitched at the sudden turn of events, surprise flickering in her eyes as she looked up at him. A mischievous smirk spread across Viraj’s face, clearly enjoying the moment and the way her cheeks flushed slightly.

Vyomika: "Cookie, bachche yahi hai, dekh rahe hai."

(Cookie, the kids are here, they're watching us.)

Viraj: "Bas dekh rahe hai, samajh nahi rahe kuch."

(They're just watching, not understanding anything.)

Vyomika's cheeks turned a delightful shade of pink, betraying her usual boldness in the face of Viraj's closeness. No matter how confident she was, the proximity of her husband always made her shy, and in that moment, she completely forgot her earlier anger. (Viraj bhi bhai bhawano mein beh gaya). Viraj leaned down and kissed her forehead softly, his lips brushing against her skin in a tender display of affection. He moved to her eyes, then her cheeks, each kiss igniting a flutter of warmth within her, before finally pecking her lips gently. As she tilted her head to the side, hiding her smile and the growing blush, Viraj couldn’t help but find her even more endearing. Feeling emboldened by the moment, he pressed another soft kiss to her cheek before dropping his face into her neck, trailing open-mouthed kisses along her skin. They became completely lost in each other, the outside world fading away as they indulged in their love, momentarily forgetting that they were not just husband and wife, but also the proud parents of two beautiful twins.

Just as Viraj was about to lean toward Vyomika’s shoulder, the peaceful moment was abruptly interrupted by the loud cries of Vrishank and Vedarth. Both parents snapped back to their senses, their eyes widening in surprise. They turned to the twins, but before they could do anything, the little ones began hitting and pushing at Viraj, demanding his attention. Quickly shifting beside Vyomika, Viraj made space for the twins. Vrishank climbed onto Vyomika's abdomen and settled down, resting his head against her chest, while Vedarth wrapped his tiny arms around her neck, burying his face in the crook of her neck. Almost immediately, the cries subsided, replaced by a sense of calm as the boys sought comfort in their mother’s embrace. Viraj and Vyomika exchanged amused glances, chuckling at the swift shift from intimacy to chaos, grateful for the love that surrounded them.

Viraj: "Kitne bade jalkukde ho na dono bhi. Mera pyaar bardasht nhi hota hai na."

(Both of you are so jealous, aren't you? You can't handle my love, can you?)

Vyomika: "Mere bachcho ko bola na toh yaad rakhna hath nahi lagane dungi khudko."

(If you say anything about my kids again, remember, I won't let you touch me.)

Viraj: "Tum aur tumhari khokhli dhamkiya, my dear Miku it will just take a kiss for me to manaofying you."

(You and your empty threats, my dear Miku. It'll just take one kiss to make you forgive me.)

Vyomika, Vrishank, and Vedarth all shot a synchronized glare at Viraj, and he couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of his adorable family. Just as he was about to reach out for a group hug, Vrishank and Vedarth began showering their mother with kisses, planting tiny smooches all over her face, neck, and especially on her lips. Viraj's eyes widened in surprise, and a playful panic surged through him. In an instant, he scooped both of his mischievous kids into his arms, pulling them away from their affectionate onslaught. Vyomika burst into giggles, finding the whole scene utterly charming.

Viraj: "Besharmo, dusre ki biwi ko lip kiss karte ho. Besharam behaya kids."

(Shameless kids, kissing someone else’s wife on the lips! Absolutely shameless.)

Vyomika settled down, cradling both Vrishank and Vedarth in her arms, a warm smile spreading across her face as she embraced them closely.

Vyomika: "Stop cursing our kids, kya sikhenge dono."

(Stop cursing our kids; what will they learn?)

Viraj: "Kya sikhenge chodo, kya Sikh gaye hai vo dekho. Meri biwi ko lip kiss kiya kaise."

(What will they learn? Just look at what they’ve already learned. How to lip kiss my wife!)

Vyomika: "Ab jo dekhenge vahi sikhenge na."

(Well, whatever they see, that’s what they will learn, right?)

Viraj: "Isiliye bolta hu Miku, aise bachcho ke samne puchii puuu nahi kiya karo, sab dekhte hai ye aur sikhte hai."

(That’s why I tell you, Miku, don’t do "puchii puuu" in front of the kids; they see everything and learn from it.)

Vyomika: "Main?? Main karti hu ye sab??"

(Me?? I do all this??)

Viraj: "Haa meri jaan tum, tum karti ho."

(Yes, my love, you do!)

Viraj playfully flicked Vyomika's nose, prompting her to glare at him, her eyes sparkling with mock annoyance. But before she could retort, he leaned down and planted a soft kiss on her nose. With a smile tugging at her lips, Vyomika gently placed the twins on the bed, making sure they were comfortable. She adjusted the pillows around them, creating a cozy little nest for her babies.

Vyomika: "Mumma ke babies, jaisa papa ne kaha aapne dekha na kaise mumma papa ko puchii puuu karti hai."

(Babies, as Papa said, you saw how Mama gives Papa kissy-puuu.)

Viraj: "Haa na main toh sharam Pani Pani hoke beh bhi jaata hu."

(Yeah, right. I’m so embarrassed, I could die of shame.)

Viraj playfully buried his face in his palms, pretending to be shy.

Vyomika: "Toh babies ab aap dekhna aur sikhna ki mumma na papa ki pittii pitiii kaise karti hai."

(So babies, now watch and learn how Mama beats Papa up.)

Viraj: "Whaattttttt"

Viraj stared at Vyomika in disbelief as she calmly placed pacifiers in her children’s mouths.

Vyomika: "Haa baby kya hai na bahaut din ho gaye hai, papa ko na kharcha Pani diya nahi hai mumma ne toh papa ke na pare nikal aaye hai. Aaj mumma aapko Parr kutarna sikhayengi okay??"

(Yeah, baby, it's been a while since Mama gave Papa his spending money, so now he’s acting out. Today Mama will show you how to scold him properly, okay?)

The kids clapped their hands joyfully, as if they fully grasped what was happening around them, their laughter filling the air with excitement.

Viraj: "Miku, pati pe haath uthaogi kaisi jallad biwi ho yaar, pakka ye dono tumpe gaye hai."

(Miku, you're going to hit your husband? What kind of cruel wife are you? These two have definitely taken after you!)

Vyomika leaned down and kissed the twins' cheeks, her heart swelling with affection, before turning her attention back to Viraj with a playful glare. She quickly tied her hair into a bun. Pulling the sleeves of her shirt—actually Viraj's shirt—she loved the way it enveloped her in his scent and warmth. With a determined stride, she moved towards Viraj, who, sensing her approach, suddenly took off running around the room. Vyomika chased after him, her playful spirit ignited. The twins, witnessing this delightful scene, were having the time of their lives, giggling and clapping their hands in excitement as they watched their parents’ playful antics.

Vyomika: "main aisi harkatein karti hu na cookie ab rukiye batati hu aapko."

(I do things like that, do I, Cookie? Just wait, I'll show you.)

Vyomika playfully tossed a pillow at Viraj's face.

Viraj: "Miku yaar, aise violent mat ho yaar, violent hona hai toh batao na, main karta hu arrangement par bachcho ke samne nahi."

(Miku, yaar, don’t be so violent. If you want to be violent, just let me know, I'll make the arrangements, but not in front of the kids.)

Viraj couldn’t resist the urge to tease Vyomika again, so he ducked behind the couch, peeking out mischievously with a playful grin on his face.

Vyomika: "Cooookkkiiiiiieeeee"

Vyomika let out a frustrated scream, and Viraj couldn’t help but chuckle; he just loved to irritate her. Her pout deepened, cheeks puffing in mock anger, making her look adorably fierce. She intended to sit on the couch, but before she could, Viraj swooped in, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind and twirling her around. In an instant, her anger evaporated, replaced by infectious giggles as she spun in his embrace. Even Viraj couldn’t contain his laughter, and the joyful sound resonated throughout the room. The twins clapped their hands in delight, thoroughly enjoying the playful spectacle before them. Viraj gently placed Vyomika back on her feet, turning her to face him. He pulled her closer by her waist, the warmth between them palpable. With a playful glint in his eyes, he leaned down to kiss her nose, eliciting a soft smile from her.

Vyomika: "Aap kyu tang karte hai mujhe?? Kya main bachcho ke samne puchiii puuu karti hu??"

(Why do you keep irritating me? Do I do kissy-puuu stuff in front of the kids?)

Viraj: "Puchiii puuu toh nahi pata piitttiii pitti karti ho, Bach ke rehna hoga mujhe ab."

(Not kissy-puuu, but you're always hitting me. I’ll have to be careful now.)

Vyomika playfully slapped him on the chest, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she laughed at his antics.

Viraj: "Seee"

Vyomika: "Cookkiieeeee"

Viraj let out a chuckle and leaned in to place a gentle kiss on her forehead.

Viraj: "Achcha baba sorry."

(Okay, okay, I’m sorry.)

Vyomika: "Puchiii puu do toh manungi."

(Give me a kissy-puuu, then I'll forgive you.)

Viraj chuckled at her playful antics, his amusement shining through as he enjoyed her lighthearted spirit.

Viraj: "Abhi mere piche isi baat pe marne ke liye bhaagi thi aur ab ye chahiye, you shameless women."

(Just a minute ago, you were chasing me around to hit me, and now you want this? You shameless woman.)

Vyomika tugged on the collar of Viraj's T-shirt, pulling him closer with a playful grin, their eyes locking in a moment of shared mischief.

Vyomika: "Yes, I’m shameless, but only for you, my Cookie."

Vyomika winked at Viraj, and he felt a rush of warmth flood his cheeks, a blush creeping across his face. Both of them closed their eyes, caught up in the moment, when suddenly Vyomika pushed him away just as she heard her kids crying. Viraj let out a groan of frustration, while Vyomika chuckled and quickly moved towards the children, ready to attend to their needs.

Viraj: "mere pyaar ke dushman, chodunga nahi tum dono ko ruko."

(My love’s enemies, I won’t spare you two, just wait!)

Viraj joined Vyomika by the twins, and with a mischievous grin, he began to tickle both Vrishank and Vedarth, who erupted into fits of giggles. Their laughter filled the room, creating a joyful atmosphere that wrapped around the family like a warm blanket. Not content to leave out their mumma, Viraj then turned his attention to Vyomika, giving her sides a playful tickle too. She squealed in surprise, her laughter mingling with that of the twins, creating a symphony of happiness that echoed through their room.

In Virat and Vruddhi's room,

Virat lay comfortably on the bed, propping his head up on his elbow as he admired his cute little family, all sleeping peacefully around him. Eight-month-old Vaidik was nestled close to his mother, his tiny arms wrapped around her, while Vruddhi, even in her slumber, had her hand gently patting Vaidik's back, a sweet gesture of affection. On the other side, Vyanav was snuggled against Virat, enjoying the warmth radiating from his father. Both Vaidik and Vyanav had pacifiers in their mouths, which Virat had just placed there moments ago, and they were making adorable little crying faces in their sleep. As Virat softly patted Vyanav’s back, the little one instinctively snuggled closer to him, seeking comfort. Suddenly, Vyanav opened his eyes, looking up at Virat with wide, curious eyes. Virat smiled at him, and in a burst of energy, Vyanav quickly pushed the pacifier out of his mouth, revealing a delightful two-tooth smile. With little grabby hands reaching out towards him, Virat couldn’t help but chuckle. He lifted Vyanav onto his chest, embracing the tiny bundle of joy.

Virat: "Good morning Papa ki Jaan, raat bhar mumma papa ko pareshan karke aapko achchi ninni aayi??"

(Good morning, Daddy’s little ones! Did you get a good sleep after troubling mommy and daddy all night?)

Vyanav giggled as he settled comfortably on Virat's chest before bouncing up and down with excitement.

Vyanav: "Auuu viooo paaa"

Virat: "Haan ji aauuu viooo papa ki jaan"

(Yes, yes, Daddy’s precious babies.)

Vyanav giggled, his laughter echoing in the air, but then Virat's attention was drawn to another sound—Vaidik’s cheerful voice joining in.

Vaidik: "paapaa, viuuu auuu oiii"

Virat chuckled.

Virat: "Ohh cutieee ji aap bhi uth gaye hai."

(Oh, look at you cutie, you’re awake already!)

Vaidik, with his little hands and knees, crawled over to Virat and sat beside him, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. Virat couldn’t help but smile at the sight of his two boys. He gently placed Vyanav beside Vaidik, and as they both settled comfortably, Virat sat up, ready to embrace the joyful chaos that came with being a dad. With both of his little ones nestled on his lap, the very important morning discussion of the boys began.

Virat: "Chalo, shuru ho jao dono, batao apni apni important baatein papa ko."

(Come on, let’s start. Tell me all your important things, one by one.)

Vyanav: "Aww vieeeu euuu ioooo oiuuu"

Vaidik: "Uhhh suiii goiii heeuiiu"

Virat: "ohh achcha aisa, okay phir kya hua??"

(Oh, really? Okay, and then what happened?)

Vyanav: "Phiii taaa huuiiii"

Vaidik: "Fiii tuiiii liyu shuuu"

Virat: "Ohho ye toh achchi baat hai, hmm phir aage??"

(Oh, that’s good news! Hmm, and what happened next?)

The kids were in a world of their own, continuously blabbering away. Virat engaged with them, nodding and responding as if he understood every word they were saying, his expressions animated and encouraging. Vaidik gestured wildly, while Vyanav’s excited squeals added to the lively atmosphere, creating a perfect symphony of innocent chatter. In the midst of their playful discussions, none of them noticed that Vruddhi had woken up. She lay there for a moment, admiring the heartwarming scene before her. A soft smile spread across her face as she watched her husband interact with their boys, cherishing the bond they shared. The sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the room and casting a warm glow on the happy family. She felt a rush of love, grateful for these peaceful mornings filled with laughter and love.

Virat: "Achcha okay, ab baaki baatein baadme, aaiye dikhaiye aap dono ne diapers gile toh nahi kiya."

(Alright, we’ll continue later. Now, let’s check if you both need a diaper change.)

Virat quickly checked their diapers and found them to be wet, realizing it was time for a quick change to keep the little ones comfortable.

Virat: "Ohhoo, rashes aa jayenge chaliye, aap dono ko nahayi nahayi Kara dete hai, aaj papa Kara denge okay, mumma thak gayi hai na."

(Oh no! You don’t want rashes, do you? Come on, let’s get you both bathed. Today, Daddy will do it, okay? Mommy’s tired, isn’t she?)

Vyanav: "papa naaiii naaiii"

Vaidik: "Naaii naaiii paapa."

Both children began to jump up and down in excitement, their giggles filling the room, and Virat couldn’t help but chuckle at their infectious enthusiasm.

Virat: "Haan jii cutiess, naaii naiii. "

(yes cuties, bath time)

Virat gently removed Vyanav's diaper, careful and swift, then placed him on the bed. The little one giggled as he felt the soft surface beneath him. Virat then turned his attention to Vaidik, preparing to remove his diaper as well. In the midst of this, Vyanav, ever the curious explorer, began to crawl towards Vruddhi. His little hands and knees moved quickly as he sought the comfort of his mother's presence. Just as Virat noticed Vyanav’s new adventure, he caught sight of Vruddhi’s sparkling eyes, now fully awake and watching the playful chaos unfold around her.

Virat: "Good morning, Riddhuu pidduu"

Virat gently kissed Vruddhi's forehead, his affection evident as he carefully helped her sit up on the bed, ensuring she was comfortable and settled.

Vruddhi: "Good morning Vir"

(I just realised the name “Virat,” meaning huge, perfectly contrasts with “piddi,” meaning someone small or tiny, What a coincidence.)

Vruddhi smiled brightly as Vyanav and Vaidik both launched themselves toward their parents, showering them with an onslaught of tiny kisses. The air was filled with giggles and joyful squeals as the family basked in the warmth of their playful affection. Vaidik, in his excitement, playfully nibbled on Virat's neck, his little teeth gently biting into the soft skin. Virat let out a surprised laugh, pretending to be startled.

Virat: "Ahh, vaiduuu, champ ye mumma ki jagah hai you can't bite there."

( Ah, Vaiduu, champ! That’s mommy’s spot; you can’t bite there.)

Vruddhi playfully slapped Viraj on the chest.

Virat: "Ouchhhh"

Vruddhi: "Kya bakwaas kar rahe hai bachcho ke samne aap?"

(What nonsense are you talking in front of the kids?)

Virat: "Ha toh galat kya bola, You do bite me there. I can’t tolerate anyone else’s bite mark on my neck but my wife’s."

(What’s wrong with what I said?)

Vruddhi: "Aap humare bachcho ko anybody else bol rahe hai. Vir, main chodungi nahi aapko."

(Are you seriously calling our kids “anybody else”? Vir, I won’t spare you for this!)

Virat: "Please mujhe kass ke pakad lo na Riddhi piddii."

(Please, just hold me tight, Riddhi piddi.)

Virat winked at Vruddhi and planted a quick peck on her lips, causing her to blush furiously, her cheeks turning a delightful shade of pink.

Vruddhi: "Bachche yahi hai Vir, please."

(The kids are right here, Vir, please!)

Virat: "Matlab bachche yaha nhi honge toh chalega na??"

(So, if the kids weren’t here, it would be fine, right?)

Virat asked teasingly, a mischievous glint in his eyes, causing Vruddhi to turn her face away in an attempt to hide her blushing cheeks, a shy smile breaking through as she tried to suppress her blush.

Virat: "koi fayda nahi hai, main phir bhi dekh sakta hu, your cute blushing chubby cheeks which are my favourite."

(There’s no use, I can still see your cute blushing chubby cheeks, which are my favorite.)

Virat playfully bit her cheek, eliciting a delighted reaction from Vruddhi, who closed her eyes with a broad smile, clearly enjoying the affectionate gesture.

Vruddhi: "Subah subah shuru ho gaye Virat aap."

(You’ve started again, Virat, early in the morning.)

Virat: "Raat ko shuru ho jau?? Chalega??"

(Should I start at night instead? Would that work?)

Vruddhi: "virrrr"

Virat: "Kahiye Virr ki Jaan"

(Yes, my love?)

Vruddhi: "Will you stop teasing me?"

Virat: "Nooo, main toh tha bhai achcha bhala shant, sharmila masoom ladka, tumhi ne banaya hai aisa ab jhelo."

(Nooo, I was a perfectly innocent, shy boy. You’re the one who made me like this, so now deal with it.)

Vruddhi: "Maine banaya??"

(I made you like this??)

Vruddhi shot a glare at Virat, who was clearly enjoying the moment and eager to tease her further while gently patting Vaidik's back, a playful smirk dancing on his lips.

Virat: "Haa aur kya?? Jab dekho mujhe kiss karne ke bahane dundhti ho tum."

(Yes, of course! You're always looking for excuses to kiss me.)

Vruddhi: "Virr aapka jata ho raha hai ab bas kariye Varna mujhse bura koi nahi hoga."

(Virr, you're getting too full of yourself now, stop it, or no one will be worse than me.)

Virat: "Haa gusse me tum phir mujhe kiss karogi na, please riddhi piddu mujhse gussa ho jao na, please buri bano na."

(Ohh, you'll get mad and then kiss me, right? Please, Riddhi piddhu, get mad at me! Please, be the bad one.)

Now, Vruddhi was glaring at Viraj intensely.

Vruddhi felt a surge of playful irritation as she glared at Virat, wanting to punch him for the teasing. But then she glanced down at Vyanav nestled in her arms and paused, her heart softening. She noticed that Vyanav had drifted back to sleep, his tiny face peaceful and serene. At the same moment, she spotted Vaidik, also asleep, comfortably cradled in Virat’s strong arms.

With a shared understanding, they carefully placed their sleeping babies in the middle of the bed, ensuring they were snug and safe. They covered them with a soft duvet, arranging pillows around them to create a cozy little nest. Virat smiled down at his adorable kids, pride swelling in his chest as he took in the sight of his little family. But just as he turned to share the moment with Vruddhi, he felt a playful punch on his back.

Virat: "piddhu yaar kya kar rahi ho??"

(Piddhu, what are you doing?)

Vruddhi: "Aap ne hi bola na gussa ho jau, buri banu, ab vahi hu main gussa hu aapse. Jaiye ab, huhh."

(You told me to get mad and be bad, so here I am—angry at you. Now leave me alone, hmph!)

As Vruddhi turned to head for the washroom, Virat swiftly grabbed her hand, pulling her back toward him. He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close as he flashed her a charming smile.

Virat: "areh aisa thodi maine toh gusse me kuch karne bhi bola tha vo toh Karo."

(Nooo, I meant get mad and do something too. Come on!)

Vruddhi: "Chodiye mujhe, main buri hu na, toh aapki baatein kyu maanu? Hatiye na"

(Let go of me! I'm supposed to be bad, right? So why should I listen to you? Move away.)

Vruddhi squirmed in his arms, trying to break free, but Virat only tightened his grip, chuckling softly as he leaned in to plant gentle kisses on her cheeks, reveling in their playful banter.

Virat: "Sorry Riddhu"

Vruddhi continued to pout in mock anger, though she stopped wiggling in his embrace. Virat took the opportunity to lean down and kiss her forehead tenderly.

Virat: "Sorry piddhu"

He leaned in and pressed soft kisses against her eyes, his gentle affection making her heart flutter.

Virat: "Sorry Mrs. Virat"

He planted a kiss on her nose, and a smile began to form on her face, the warmth of his affection melting away any lingering irritation.

Virat: "Sorry, Mrs. Singhania"

As he leaned in closer to her lips, she playfully placed her hand over his mouth, teasingly stopping him in his tracks.

Vruddhi: "Bas bas, Maan gayi hu main."

(Fine, fine, I give up.)

Vruddhi smiled.

Virat: "Par ye sab toh mera trap tha, actual place toh reh gayi, karne do na."

(But that was all just part of my trap! We still haven't gotten to the actual thing I wanted. Let me do it.)

Vruddhi: "Viiiiiirrrrrrrrr"

Vruddhi shouted in annoyance, her frustration bubbling over, but Virat couldn't help but laugh at her reaction. In a playful retort, she pushed him away, her eyes sparkling with a mix of irritation and amusement.

Vruddhi: "ab mere pass mat aaiyega, bahaut bure hai aap."

(Don’t come near me now, you're terrible!)

As she turned to leave again, Virat swiftly caught her, wrapping his arms around her from behind and resting his chin on her shoulder.

Virat: "Achcha ab nahi karunga, pakka wala sorry."

(Okay, I won’t do it anymore. A sincere sorry.)

Vruddhi tilted her head to glance back at him, and a smile spread across her face as she met his gaze.

Vruddhi: "Thik hai toh ab jaane toh dijiye, mujhe ready hona hai. Ye dono vapas uth gaye toh mere saare kaam reh jayenge"

(Alright, now let me go, I have to get ready. If these two wake up again, I won’t be able to finish my work.)

Virat gently swayed their bodies together, creating a calming rhythm as they enjoyed the moment.

Virat: "haa ye dono uth gaye toh mere bhi kaam reh jayenge"

(Yeah, if they wake up, I won’t get to finish my work either.)

Vruddhi: "Konse kaam Virr?"

(What work, Virr?)

Virat: "Vir ki jaan ko pyaar karne ka kaam."

(The work of loving Vir's sweetheart.)

Virat leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss on Vruddhi’s neck, his lips barely grazing her skin. A shiver ran down her spine as she closed her eyes, savoring the warmth of his touch. The world outside faded away as she focused on the intimacy of the moment. With a tender motion, he turned her around to face him, their bodies inches apart. One of his hands found its way to her waist, pulling her closer, while the other cupped her cheek, his thumb softly stroking her skin.

Vruddhi: "Virr, vo bachche."

(Virr, the kids...)

Virat: "So rahe hai."

(They’re sleeping.)

With her eyes still closed, Vruddhi reveled in Virat's affectionate attention. He planted soft kisses on her forehead, then moved to her eyes, nose, and cheeks, each touch igniting a warm glow in her heart. As he traced his finger gently from her face down to her neck, she instinctively arched her neck, inviting him in closer. Virat smirked, feeling victorious at her reaction, and leaned in, his intentions clear. Just as the moment reached its peak, a sudden cry pierced the air, jolting them back to reality. Vruddhi, startled, pushed him away gently, her motherly instincts kicking in. Virat's eyes shot open in surprise, and he quickly looked to their babies. Vyanav and Vaidik were both crying, their tiny faces scrunched up in distress. Without delay, they both sprang into action. They scooped their little ones into their arms, the cries quickly turning into soft whimpers as their parents enveloped them in comfort.

Vruddhi: "Awww mera bachcha kya hua aap dono ko??"

(Awww, what happened to my babies?)

Vruddhi pressed her lips against Vyanav's soft cheeks, showering him with gentle kisses, she cooed softly, her voice a soothing melody that wrapped around him like a warm blanket. Meanwhile, she reached out to caress Vaidik’s cheeks, which were cradled safely in Virat’s arms. The moment her fingers brushed against his skin, he looked up at her, his big, round eyes sparkling with joy. The sweet sensation of their mother’s touch worked like magic; the boys began to calm down, their cries fading into delighted giggles. Suddenly, both Vyanav and Vaidik flashed toothy smiles, proudly displaying their two tiny teeth.

Virat: "Samajh gaya hu main, Vaise toh din bhar in dono ko papa chahiye, lekin zara sa papa mumma ko pyaar kar le toh bardasht nahi hota hai dono se."

(I understand now. All day long, they want daddy, but the moment daddy tries to love mommy, they can’t tolerate it.)

Virat sulked playfully, his expression turning mock-serious, which only made Vruddhi burst into laughter at his antics.

Vruddhi: "Aap humare bachcho pe ilzaam mat lagaiye Virr, kitne pyaare toh hai ye little little cutiesss Awwwww, mumma loves you my babies."

(Don;t blame our kids Virr, they are so adorable)

Virat: "And papa loves mumma uska kya???"

(And papa loves mumma what about that.)

Vruddhi laughed heartily, her joyful sound echoing in the room, and soon the kids joined in, giggling and clapping their hands in delight. Meanwhile, Virat maintained his sulking façade, though a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he watched his cute little family revel in the moment, his heart swelling with love.

Vruddhi: "Achcha chaliye, aaj main apne bade baby ko date pe le chalti hu, ab khush hai mera bada baby???"

(Okay, let’s go. Today, I’ll take my big baby on a date. Now is my big baby happy?)

Virat's grin widened, and his eyes sparkled with happiness, reflecting the joy of the moment. Vruddhi couldn't help but chuckle at the sight, her heart warming at his infectious enthusiasm.

Virat: "Very much, but don’t call me baby. I’m your man, my love."

Vruddhi: "Okay My Man, will you go on a date with me??"

With a cute smile, Vruddhi asked him, and in response, Virat dramatically placed his hand on his heart, feigning a look of surprise as if her words had touched him deeply.

Virat: "Hayyy, aisi puchogi toh main date toh kya washroom tak bhi aa sakta hu tumhare sathhh."

(Oh wow, if you ask like that, I’d go anywhere with you, even to the bathroom!)

Virat replied in a really sweet voice, his tone filled with affection as he spoke to her.

Vrudhhi: "Viirrrrrrr"

Virat laughed heartily, the sound warm and infectious, before gently caressing her pouting face with his hand, his touch tender and affectionate as he admired her playful expression.

Virat: "Ok ok sorry, thik hai hum aaj dinner bahar karenge, main bhabhi maa ya bhabhs se kehta hu vo in shaitano ko sambhal lengi."

(Okay, okay, sorry. Fine, we’ll have dinner out tonight. I’ll ask Bhabhi Maa or Bhabhs to watch over these little troublemakers.)

Vruddhi: "Par aap kahenge kya bhabhi se?? Hum kyu bachche unke pass chod rahe hai??"

(But what will you tell Bhabhi? Why are we leaving the kids with her?)

Virat: "Kehna kya hai bhabhi maa samajhdar hai, aur phir bhi kuch pucha toh keh dunga Aaj bahaut zaruri karyakram hai mera."

(What’s there to say? Bhabhi Maa is smart. And if she asks, I’ll just say I have an urgent program tonight.)

Virat playfully winked at Vruddhi, causing her cheeks to flush with warmth, which made him giggle. However, the sweet moment was interrupted when they suddenly realized Vyanav had crawled onto Virat's lap, giggling as he settled comfortably against his father. A quick glance revealed that both of their boys were now perched on his lap, looking up at him with bright, beaming smiles. But then, Virat felt something warm spreading on his leg. Curiosity piqued, he glanced down, his eyes widening in surprise as he discovered that Vyanav and Vedarth had accidentally made a mess. Both kids were grinning, oblivious to the situation, their tiny fingers playfully sucking on their pacifiers. Vruddhi, noticing the unexpected dampness, gasped lightly before bursting into laughter.

Vruddhi: "Hey bhagwan, inke diapers kisne nikale??"

(Oh my God, who took off their diapers?)

Virat: "Maine hi, subah dekha toh diapers wet the."

(I did. When I checked this morning, they were wet.)

Vruddhi: "Vapas pehnana bhi hota hai Virr."

(You’re supposed to put new ones on, Virr.)

Virat: "Ha pehnane hi wala tha par phir tum dikh gayi, aur main sab bhul gaya."

(I was going to, but then I saw you, and I forgot everything.)

Vruddhi chuckled.

Vruddhi: "Toh ho gaya subah subah ganga snaan."

(So, they’ve had an early morning bath.)

Even Virat chuckled at the situation, adjusting the kids in his arms as he stood up, balancing them with ease while shaking his head in amusement.

Virat: "I'll just freshen up and inko bhi nehla ke laata hu."

(I’ll just freshen up, and I’ll bathe them too.)

Vruddhi blinked her eyes and Virat took the kids into the washroom, a smile spreading across her face. She watched her little family with warmth in her heart, feeling grateful for the joyous moments they shared together.

In Vihaan and Vanshika's room,

Vanshika lay comfortably on the bed, propped up on her elbow, gazing lovingly at her happy little family. Her heart swelled as she watched her three-year-old son, Vansh, snuggled closely against her, his tiny body rising and falling with each peaceful breath. Beside them, Vihaansh was sprawled over his father, completely enveloped in sleep. At just seven years old, Vihaansh had already developed a fascination for his dad’s black lawyer’s robe, dreaming of one day wearing it himself. It was clear he idolized his father.

As she admired the scene, Vanshika glanced at the clock, noting the time. She gently shifted Vansh, who stirred slightly and scrunched his face in irritation at the loss of his mother's warmth. Not wanting to disturb his slumber too much, she quickly gathered him back into her arms, rubbing soothing circles on his back until he settled once more. Once he was comfortable, she carefully placed him beside Vihaansh, ensuring he was snug under the covers and adjusted the pillows around him.

Vanshika gently shifted Vihaansh on the bed, careful not to wake him. As soon as she did, she chuckled softly as Vansh instinctively hugged his older brother, their little bodies curling together in a peaceful embrace. The sight warmed her heart, and she couldn’t help but lean down to plant soft kisses on their foreheads, a quiet expression of her love for her children. After basking in the moment, she turned her attention to Vihaan, taking her time to admire his handsome features as he slept. The love she felt for him swelled within her chest, making her smile. She leaned in closer, kissing his forehead and then his cheeks, feeling giddy with affection.

Just as she straightened up to move away, she felt a sudden tug, finding herself pulled back into Vihaan’s warm embrace, landing gently on his chest. Her eyes widened in surprise, but a smile quickly replaced her shock. Vihaan, now awake, tucked her hair behind her ears with a tender look in his eyes.

Vihaan: "Bich majhdaar me chod ke kaha chali aap Mrs. Vihhh"

(Where are you going, Mrs. Vihhh, leaving me in the middle of this?)

Vanshika: "Vihhh, kya kar rahe hai??"

(Vihhh, what are you doing?)

Vihaan: "Vahi Jo tum aadha chod ke ja rahi thi."

(Exactly what you were leaving halfway through.)

Vihaan was admiring her face, his gaze soft and filled with affection as he gently caressed her cheeks, his touch tender and soothing.

Vanshika: "Do bachcho ke pita hai ab aap, sharam karna sikhiye."

(You’re a father of two now, learn to be a little modest.)

Vihaan carefully turned Vanshika on the bed, creating a comfortable space for her, and hovered slightly over her, their faces close together. The intimate proximity allowed them to share a quiet moment, their eyes reflecting a playful energy as they enjoyed each other's presence.

Vihaan: "Shika ye galat hai yaar, pehle khud aisa banati ho aur ab keh rahi hu sharam karu."

(Shika, this isn’t fair. You make me like this in the first place, and now you're asking me to be modest?)

Vihaan said with a fake pout, trying to elicit a reaction from her, and Vanshika couldn't help but chuckle at his antics. She gently cupped his face in her hands, her eyes sparkling with affection as she playfully teased him in return.

Vanshika: "Vo kya hai Mr. Singhania, agar aap pehle jaise rehte toh Anshu, aur Vanshu ko aane me sadiya lag jaati, ap ab jab dono aa gaye hai toh aap vapas sharmile ban sakte hai."

(The thing is, Mr. Singhania, if you had stayed as modest as you were before, Anshu and Vanshu would’ve taken centuries to arrive. Now that they’re here, you can go back to being shy.)

Vihaan buried his face in her neck, nuzzling her affectionately as he inhaled her familiar scent.

Vihaan: "Sorry Mrs. Singhania, but ab aapne lifetime subscription liya hai, ab kuch nahi ho sakta."

(Sorry, Mrs. Singhania, but you’ve taken a lifetime subscription now, so nothing can change.)

Vanshika chuckled softly, her heart melting at his endearing gesture, and began to run her fingers gently through his hair.

Vanshika: "zara sa bhi nahi??"

(Not even a little?)

Vihaan: "Actually ek cheez ho sakti hai."

(Actually, one thing can happen.)

Vihaan pressed a soft kiss against Vanshika's shoulder.

Vanshika: "Kyaa??"

(What?)

Vihaan looked deeply into Vanshika's eyes, his gaze filled with affection before leaning in to plant a gentle kiss on her nose. He then came extremely close to her, their breaths mingling with each other.

Vihaan: "Anshu aur Vanshu ka ek aur sibling."

(Another sibling for Anshu and Vanshu.)

Vanshika's eyes widened in surprise, a rush of warmth flooding her cheeks as they turned a bright shade of red. Vihaan smiled at her reaction, his thumb gently caressing her cheeks.

Vihaan: "Kya khayal hai Mrs. Singhania."

(What do you think, Mrs. Singhania?)

Vanshika: "Chup kariye aap."

(Stop it!)

Vanshika playfully pushed him away, but Vihaan didn't budge an inch.

Vihaan: "Dhakka aise maar rahi ho, jaise tumhare dil me something something nahi hai, hmmm??"

(You're pushing me away as if there's nothing "something something" in your heart, hmm?)

Vanshika smiled shyly, her cheeks still flushed as she looked up at him, a mix of playfulness and affection dancing in her eyes.

Vanshika: "I don't want more kids, mere ye 2 anmol ratan kaafi hai."

(I don’t want more kids. My these two precious gems are enough for me.)

Vihaan: "ye dono anmol ratan aur main?? Main kya hu phir??"

(These two precious gems... and what about me? What am I, then?)

Vihaan shot a playful glare at Vanshika, a hint of jealousy flickering in his eyes. Vanshika burst into laughter at his expression, finding it utterly adorable. In response, he huffed dramatically, standing up from where he had pulled her close and settling down beside her on the bed. Vanshika adjusted herself, resting her head comfortably on his chest, relishing the warmth and security he provided. Vihaan wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly, but despite the affection, he still maintained a facade of anger, his brows furrowing slightly as he pretended to be upset.

Vanshika: "Awww mere Vihh, gussa hai??"

(Awww, my Vihh, are you upset?)

Vihaan: "Haan."

(Yes)

Vanshika giggled again, her fingers dancing playfully as she drew random patterns on his chest, her touch light and soothing. Vihaan smiled at her playful gesture and held her hand gently, intertwining their fingers.

Vihaan: "Zyada bano mat ha tum shika."

(Don't pretend too much, Shika.)

Vihaansh: "Mumma papa, bolo nahi mujhe Sona hai."

(Mumma, Papa, be quiet. I want to sleep.)

Vihaansh spoke in an extremely sleepy voice, his words barely above a whisper. Both Vihaan and Vanshika exchanged smiles, their eyes sparkling with love and warmth. They then turned their gaze towards their kids, and smiled.

Vanshika: "Vihh, humari family kitni complete hai na, kitne cute babies diye hai bhagwan ji ne hume."

(Vihh, our family is so complete, isn’t it? God has given us such cute babies.)

Vihaan: "Haa, yakeen nahi hota humara har sapna sach ho gaya."

(Yeah, I still can’t believe all our dreams have come true.)

As they sat wrapped in each other's arms, basking in the warmth of their little family, Vansh slowly stirred awake. Rubbing his eyes with tiny fists, he blinked away the remnants of sleep. His gaze darted around the room until he spotted his beloved mother nestled comfortably between his brother Vihaansh and his father Vihaan. With a determined look, Vansh climbed over Vihaansh, using him as a makeshift bridge to reach his mom. He giggled softly, his sleepy grin lighting up the room as he finally reached Vanshika.

Vanshika: "Awww my Vanshu, mumma pass aana hai??"

(Awww, my Vanshu, do you want to come to Mumma?)

Vanshika lifted Vansh into her arms, and the little boy quickly nestled his head against her chest, feeling the comfort and security of his mother's embrace. He wrapped his small arms around her neck tightly, seeking that familiar warmth.

Vansh: "Mumma, shoii shoiii."

Vanshika planted a soft kiss on Vansh's head, her heart swelling with love as she cradled him close. She gently patted his back, soothing him as she whispered sweet words of affection.

Vanshika: "Haa mera baby shoii shoii, so jaiye araam se mumma yahi hai."

(Yes, my baby, shooiii shoiii, sleep peacefully. Mumma is right here.)

Vansh, feeling the warmth of his mother, drifted back to sleep peacefully. Meanwhile, Vihaansh turned in his sleep, instinctively wrapping his arms around Vanshika's waist, drawing her closer to him.

Vihaansh: "Umm mumma, huggiee."

Vanshika smiled tenderly, her heart filled with warmth as she looked down at both her children peacefully sleeping while hugging her. With her other hand, she gently began patting Vihaansh's back, a soothing rhythm that added to the calm atmosphere.

Vihaan: "Babies ke papa ka kya?? Mujhe kon pyaar karega??"

(And what about the babies’ papa? Who’s going to love me?)

Vanshika: "Vihh, mujhe lagta hai even Vansh is more grown-up than you, itni jealousy apne hi bachcho se."

(Vihh, I think even Vansh is more grown-up than you. You’re so jealous of your own kids!)

Vihaan pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her more securely as he leaned down to kiss her head softly.

Vihaan: "Baat agar tumhari ho, toh haa main jealous hu, meri shika bas meri hai."

(When it comes to you, yes, I’m jealous. My Shika is only mine.)

Vanshika smiled at him, her eyes sparkling with love and appreciation.

Vihaansh: "Mumma meri hai papa, hatoo."

(Mumma is mine, Papa, move away.)

Vihaansh playfully nudged Vihaan a little, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he sought to break the cozy moment.

Vihaan: "Meri biwi se dur karte hai mujhe aap, rukiye."

(You’re pushing me away from my own wife, huh? Just wait!)

As Vihaan launched into an all-out tickle attack on Vihaansh, the room erupted with laughter. Vihaansh wiggled and squirmed, giggles escaping his lips as he tried to wriggle away from his father's playful fingers. Vanshika couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of her two boys engaged in their playful battle. Vihaan, not one to back down easily, shifted entirely to the other side of the bed, expertly launching a surprise tickle assault on Vihaansh from that angle. Vihaansh woke up fully, his eyes sparkling with mischief. He quickly climbed onto Vihaan, throwing his arms around his father’s neck in a tight hug. Vihaan smiled, wrapping his arms around Vihaansh in return and planting a soft kiss on the top of his head.

Vihaansh: "Mumma papa, good morning."

Vihaan: "Good morning my little version."

Vanshika: "Good morning Anshuuu."

Vansh: "Gooth molning mumma papa, bhaiuuu."

The trio noticed that Vansh had woken up, his little eyes blinking sleepily as he gazed at them from the comfort of his mother's embrace. He remained nestled against Vanshika's chest, enjoying the warmth and security of her presence.

Vanshika: "Aww, mera cutieee jaag gaya."

(Aww, my cutie has woken up.)

Vihaansh: "Good morning Chote bhai."

(little brother.)

Vihaan: "Good morning, mumma ka chipku."

(Good morning, Mumma’s clingy little one.)

Vansh, feeling a bit offended hugged Vanshika even more tightly, planting sweet kisses on her cheeks as if to stake his claim. Vihaansh couldn't help but giggle, comfortably seated on Vihaan's lap, enjoying the unfolding family dynamics. Vanshika joined in the laughter, her heart swelling with love for her little ones, while Vansh turned to Vihaan and flashed his most adorable smile, a charming mix of innocence and mischief that made everyone smile even brighter.

Vihaansh: "papa, you are so jealous, mumma sahi kehti hai, aap humse bhi chote baby ho."

(Papa, you’re so jealous! Mumma’s right; you’re even more of a baby than us.)

The mother and sons trio giggled together, their laughter filling the room, while Vihaan playfully glared at them, pretending to be annoyed. With a dramatic sigh, he gently placed Vihaansh down on the bed and turned to face the other side.

Vihaan: "Mujhe baat hi nahi karni hai kisi se, jab dekho haste ho teeno mujhpe."

(I don’t want to talk to anyone. All three of you are always laughing at me.)

Vihaan pouted, exaggerating his fake annoyance. The trio couldn’t help but giggle once more, finding his playful sulking endearing. In a sweet gesture, Vihaansh leaned over and kissed Vihaan's cheek, causing his pout to soften instantly.

Vihaansh: "Papa, aap Maan Gaye ab??"

(Papa, are you okay now?)

Vihaan: "Nooo"

Vanshika: "Vanshuu, baby jao papa ko kissie dedo."

(Vanshu, baby, go give Papa a kiss.)

Vansh sleepily made his way towards Vihaan, his little feet unsteady as he stumbled. But before he could fall, Vihaan swiftly caught him, wrapping him in his protective arms. Vansh grinned up at his father, his eyes twinkling with affection, and leaned in to plant a soft kiss on Vihaan's cheek.

Vansh: "Papa luww you."

Vihaan: "Mumma bhi papa ko kissie de toh papa Maan jayenge."

(If Mumma gives Papa a kiss too, then Papa will be okay.)

Vihaan, with Vihaansh on his lap and Vansh nestled in his arms, all turned their gaze towards Vanshika.

Vihaansh: "Mumma mujhe bhi kissie"

(Mumma, give me a kiss too!)

Vansh: "Mumma puchiii"

(Mumma, kissie!)

Vihaansh and Vansh eagerly leaned towards Vanshika, wrapping their little arms around her in a tight hug. Vanshika smiled lovingly at her boys, her heart overflowing with warmth, and gently kissed each of their cheeks.

Vihaan: "Aur meri kissie??"

(And what about my kiss?)

Vihaansh, Vansh, and Vanshika all turned their gaze toward Vihaan, who was watching them with a soft smile. The kids, sensing something playful, then shifted their attention back to Vanshika, their eyes sparkling with curiosity as if plotting something mischievous. Vanshika looked between her boys and Vihaan, a knowing smile forming on her lips, anticipating whatever fun their little minds were cooking up next.

Vanshika: "Bachcho attack."

(Kids, attack!)

The kids suddenly leaped onto Vihaan, smothering him with kisses all over his face, making him burst into giggles. Vanshika, not wanting to be left out, joined in, showering Vihaan with affection as well. The room filled with laughter as the family tangled in a loving embrace, tickling and playfully teasing one another. Their morning was filled with warmth and joy, cherishing these precious moments of love and togetherness.

Later that morning, the entire Singhania family gathered around the breakfast table, the atmosphere lively and full of warmth. They playfully teased one another, sharing stories and laughter. The highlight, however, was the kids' adorable blabbering and innocent antics, which drew smiles from everyone. Their little giggles and curious innocent acts added a delightful charm to the meal, making the moment even more special as the family enjoyed each other's company.

Vikram: "Finally our family is complete, Vidya. Ab main araam se tumhare pass aa sakta hu."

(Finally, our family is complete, Vidya. Now I can come to you in peace.)

Vikram sat back, a warm smile gracing his face as he admired his family. His heart swelled with pride as he watched his grown-up children showering their own little ones with love and care. The lively chatter, the laughter, and the playful energy around the table filled him with immense joy. Seeing how happy and close-knit his family had become, brought him a deep sense of fulfillment, and he silently cherished the beautiful bond they all shared.

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Here we go with another BONUS CHAPTER! All thanks to Gandhi Ji for the holiday, and as a result, you all get a new chapter today.

By the way, I have a question for you all. Since many of you have been asking about Vaidaksh's love story, I’ve given it some thought, and now it’s your turn to decide:

1. Vaidaksh's love story in a bonus chapter.

2. A new book featuring Vaidaksh with an accidental marriage trope.

3. A completely new book with new characters with an accidental marriage trope, but after I finish "Mafia King's Innocent Biwi".

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Okay, that’s it for now. See you again next month with another bonus chapter!

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