Epilogue:
Abhimaan's POV:
Three years had passed since our whimsical wedding, and our love had only grown stronger with each passing day. We had built a life together, a life filled with laughter, adventure, and love. And now, we had a new addition to our family - our beautiful daughter, Shree.
As I watched Mayura cradle Shree in her arms, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and joy. My wife, my partner, my best friend, was an amazing mother. And I, Abhimaan Shekhawat, was one lucky man.
"Hey there, gorgeous," I said, walking into the room with a bouquet of flowers. "How's my favorite girl doing today?"
Mayura smiled, her eyes sparkling with love. "Your favorite girl is doing great, thanks for asking," she replied, her voice husky. "And your other favorite girl," she nodded towards Shree, "is doing amazing too."
I chuckled, my eyes roaming over my girls. "Well, I'm a lucky man, then," I said, sitting down beside them.
Shree, our little bundle of joy, giggled and cooed, her eyes shining with excitement. She was the center of our universe, and we couldn't imagine life without her.
As we spent the evening together, our little family of three, I couldn't help but tease Mayura. "You know, I think Shree gets her good looks from me," I said, winking at my wife.
Mayura rolled her eyes, laughing. "Oh please, she gets her intelligence and beauty from me," she replied, her voice laced with humor.
I grinned, my heart filled with love. "Well, I think we make a pretty great team, then," I said, my eyes locked on Mayura's.
As the evening drew to a close, we cuddled up together, our daughter nestled between us. We knew that life wouldn't always be easy, but we were ready for whatever came our way. We had each other, and our love was strong enough to conquer anything.
As I looked at my girls, my heart swelled with love and gratitude. I knew that I was the luckiest man alive, to have found my soulmate in Mayura, and to have our beautiful daughter, Shree. Our little family was complete, and we were ready for whatever the future held.
I grinned mischievously at my partner in crime, my 4-year-old daughter Shree. We were in the kitchen, plotting our next move. Mayura was busy in the living room, unaware of the chaos we were about to unleash.
"Okay, Shree, are you ready?" I whispered, my eyes sparkling with excitement.
Shree nodded, her eyes shining with mischief. "Yessss, Papa!"
We snuck into the living room, our eyes fixed on Mayura. She was engrossed in her book, oblivious to our presence. I gave Shree a nod, and she giggled, her tiny hands covering her mouth.
We snuck up behind Mayura, and I whispered, "Now!"
Shree and I simultaneously poured a bucket of water on Mayura's head, soaking her completely. Mayura shrieked, her book flying out of her hands.
Mayura's POV:
I was engrossed in my book when suddenly, I felt a deluge of water pour down on me. I shrieked, my eyes wide with surprise. I turned around, my hair dripping with water, and saw Abhimaan and Shree laughing uncontrollably.
"Abhimaan deep Shekhawat, you !" I exclaimed, my voice laced with playfulness. "And Shree, my little munchkin, you're supposed to be my angel, not a partner in crime!"
Abhimaan chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Hey, I'm just teaching her the ways of the world, my love."
Shree giggled, her eyes shining with excitement. "Papa, Papa, we got Mama!"
I couldn't help but laugh at the two of them. They were a handful, but I loved them to bits.
"Okay, okay, you two win this time," I said, my voice laced with mock exasperation. "But next time, ask me before you decide to drown me, deal?"
Abhimaan grinned, his eyes locked on mine. "Deal, my love."
Shree nodded, her ponytails bouncing with excitement. "Yessss, Mama!"
We all hugged, our laughter filling the room. It was moments like these that I cherished, our little family's laughter and love filling our home with joy.
Abhimaan's POV:
One year had passed since the arrival of our little bundle of joy, Shree. And now, Mayura was pregnant again . I was over the moon with excitement, but Mayura's mood swings during this pregnancy were worse than before.
One day, I came home from work to find Mayura in tears, her face red with anger.
"What's wrong, my love?" I asked, concerns etched on my face.
"You!" she exclaimed, her finger pointed at me. "You and your stupid socks!"
I was taken aback. "My socks?"
"Yes, your socks! You left them on the floor again, and I tripped on them!"
I couldn't help but chuckle. "Ah, Jaana , my love, you're blaming me for your mood swings?"
Mayura's face turned even redder. "I am not having mood swings! I'm just frustrated with you and your carelessness!"
I knew better than to argue with her when she was in this state. So, I did the only thing I could - I apologized and promised to be more careful in the future.
"Okay, my love, I'm sorry. I'll make sure to pick up my socks from now on."
Mayura's expression softened, and she burst into tears again. "I'm sorry too, Abhimaan. I don't know what's wrong with me."
I pulled her into my arms, holding her close. "It's okay, my love. We'll get through this together."
And we did. We weathered the storm of her pregnancy, and finally, our baby boy, Aarav, was born.
As I held Mayura's hand, looking at our little family, I knew that all the chaos was worth it. We were complete now, our family of four, and nothing could ever break us apart. I remembered when Aarav was born .....
I held Mayura's hand, my heart racing with excitement and nervousness. We were finally here, in the hospital, ready to meet our baby boy, Aarav. Mayura's contractions were getting stronger, and I could see the pain in her eyes.
"Mayura, my love, you're doing great," I whispered, trying to reassure her.
Mayura squeezed my hand, her eyes fixed on mine. "I can't do this, Abhimaan," she whispered back, her voice trembling.
"Yes, you can," I said, my voice firm. "You're strong, and our baby is almost here."
The doctor came in, smiling. "Okay, Mayura, it's time to push. Are you ready?"
Mayura nodded, her face set in determination. I held her hand, feeling her squeeze it tight as she pushed.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the doctor held up our baby boy, Shiv. Mayura and I gazed at him in awe, our hearts overflowing with love.
"We did it," Mayura whispered, her eyes shining with tears.
"We sure did," I replied, my voice choked with emotion.
As we gazed at our little family, I knew that this was the moment I had been waiting for. We were complete now, our family of four, and nothing could ever break us apart.
Later, as we sat in our hospital room, our babies in our arms, I looked at Mayura, my heart full of gratitude.
"Thank you, jaana," I whispered. "Thank you for giving me the most precious gifts in the world."
Mayura smiled, her eyes shining with love. "You're welcome, Abhimaan. I couldn't have done it without you."
We leaned in, our lips meeting in a soft, gentle kiss, our babies nestled between us.
Our happy family scene was complete, our love shining brighter than ever.
As I gazed at our babies, sleeping peacefully in our bed , I felt a pang of jealousy. Mayura's attention was focused on them, and I couldn't help but feel like I was being neglected.
But as I looked at Mayura, her eyes shining with love and exhaustion, I knew I was being ridiculous. She had given me the most precious gifts in the world, and I loved them more than anything.
I walked over to Mayura, my arms opening to envelop her. "Hey, my love," I whispered, my lips brushing against her ear. "Finally, we have some time to ourselves."
Mayura smiled, her eyes closing as she leaned into my embrace. "I've missed you," she whispered back.
I chuckled, my jealousy dissipating. "I've missed you too," I replied, my hands roaming over her body.
As we stood there, our bodies entwined, our babies sleeping peacefully in the background, I knew that this was what life was all about. Love, family, and the joy that came with it.
I leaned in, my lips meeting Mayura's in a soft, gentle kiss. Our love was still strong, still fierce, and I knew that nothing could ever come between us. I told her , " I will never Share your Love" .
"Not even with our babies?" Mayura whispered, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
I smiled, my heart full of love. "Especially not our babies," I replied, my lips brushing against hers once more. "They may have stolen your attention, but they'll never steal our love for each other." She shook her head smiling.
Mayura's smile grew wider, her eyes shining with happiness. " Hum Bohot mohabbat karte hai aapse , Abhi," she whispered. (I love you very much, abhi)
"Hume bhi aapse ISHQ-E-MOHABBAT hai , jaana ," I replied, my heart overflowing with emotion. ."ISHQ-E-MOHABBAT ? " , she asked , I replied her with a smile , " humari kahani" . (Our story) .