𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐀𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫

EPILOGUE

"This..." She dared to meet his eyes which were looking at hers. "Anything my woman wants, she gets it. Be it voiced out or muffled inside."

Taking her hand in his, he inserted the ring to her ring finger and kissed her palm. "I love you," The nth time he confessed, after colliding with her again, though she never replied.

Somewhere in his heart, he wanted to listen the end of it from her, only from her. Somewhere she too desired to let his listen what he was yearning for.

Pressing her forehead against his, both leaned into each other's warmth and touch. What a sight this love is, it even makes the strongest individual to mould into someone's weakness.

"Get ready, ok?" He kissed her cheek for more than required time and left her. Walking out, he sulked at his expectations. But isn't it true that expectations always lead to miserable situations. It wasn't something he relied upon but somethings are bound to happen and let us change and put beliefs.

Roshini leaned against the wall, placing her hand on her chest to control her heartbeat. It was became fast when he was close to her, like a few moments ago. Yet, she didn't like when he walked away from her.

"Maybe I should have told him," She whispered to herself and came out to see him decked up as handsome as he can.

"Ma called you." His words broke her facade to grasping his features. He used to tease her when she stared at him. Today he was different, a complete different of what he had been portraying from the past months.

"Shall we leave?" He nodded and they walked downstairs. The family was busy handling the guests and Amal liked being the centre of attraction and attention in his cute traditional outfit he chose to wear for the engagement of his not so favourite aunt.

"I think he more happy that she is leaving the home." Dhanya mumbled seeing Amal giggling at everyone and passing her a bombastic side eye every time he looked at her.

This naughty little brat!

"Amma, they're here." Ayaan informed his family about the arrival of the groom and his family followed by their guests.

It was a tradition to held the engagement at brides' and the wedding at grooms'.

The engagement happened with a loud cheers of happiness and teasing from both the families. Dhanya got engaged to her longtime crush, Abhay.

<A/N: Everyone got their crush except me 👀🌚>

It was late evening when the whole thing came to an end after deciding the wedding dates at the groom's place. This allows both the families to have a visit to each other's home and have a perception of the future.

Amal was tired as he enjoyed the whole day roaming, laughing, and mainly enjoying the attention giving many of the guests a baby fever. Ayaan was just one step away to let them take Amal to their homes.

Reaching the home, everyone collapsed in the living room. Amal was sleeping soundly on Ayaan who held him firmly and patted on his back time to time so that he wouldn't get up in the middle.

Roshini got up to prepare his food so that he wouldn't end up empty stomach and wake up in the middle of the night for food. Mashing a sweet potato alongside rice, she took the carrots and beans, putting them to boil.

A hungry Amal woke up with a sob to get some food to his tummy. "Ma ma ma," He let out some tears pointing towards the dining table.

Roshini hurried listening to his sobs and came out with his food. "Okay, Amma and food are here." She let out a squeal to calm him and it did work. Seeing the food, Amal calmed down and opened his mouth to satisfy his tummy.

Ayaan carried him while Roshini fed him little by little. But a toddler wouldn't never eat the whole without showing his cranking attitude.

<That's the sole right of toddlers>

"Ide last," Roshini fed him the last morsel and did some old routine with the leftovers in the bowl.

(This is the last one)

Dhanya was quick to serve the leftovers in the vessel as she couldn't wait anymore for her actual dinner. "Glutton," Ayaan mumbled and rubbed Amal's back to let him burp.

Roshini joined the ladies in the kitchen to help them in the dinner, "Roshini, you go and look after Amal. We can manage." Thara ordered and the elder lady chided her to the living room.

Only her husband and the eldest member of the family were left. Gayatri Devi, though liked Roshini, couldn't help but feel that Ayaan already married her before and Amal was their son.

Forcing a smile, the elder lady left the room making Ayaan chuckle. "Doesn't she like me?" She asked Ayaan fidgeting the end of her saree. "No Rosh, nothing like that. It's just she is still finding it hard to accept our past relation and delve in the present." Ayaan chuckled again remembering the smile on her face. It was the best forced one he ever saw in his life.

"You look serene when you smile," Roshini whispered out and he almost caught it. Before he could prolong it further, they were called for dinner. Giving the sleeping Amal to Dhanya, they ate dinner.

Dhanya volunteered to keep Amal with her tonight which Ayaan found suspicious as both of them never got together. Roshini's approval also shocked him though he didn't show on his face. There was something odd or perhaps, everything?

☆

Roshini embraced him, leaning against his chest. A shocked Ayaan encircled his arms around her with some hundreds of questions running in his mind at her sudden gestures.

"I'm sorry," Her whispers echoed in his heart. Sorry? For what?

"Happy Anniversary, Husband," She whispered again tip-toeing to reach his face and kissed his lips.

Ayaan felt like he was pulled into a shower of happiness when she wished him. The disappointed heart got it's expected pace and danced in delight. But her next action completely transported his emotions to another heaven.

His happy haven.

Pulling him by his collar, she moved her lips on his gently taking all the time she had to taste his lips and drown in them. Ayaan wasn't late to respond her, he was feeling her against her after an year that he couldn't ask for more.

It was a night that belonged to them. A night where he once again became the happiest human in the world.

Three years ago, she gave all that belonged to her to him on the same date and it felt like a deja vu when it took place again.

"I love you, Husband."

Husband, that was what she called him rather than his name or any nickname.

And today, she did the same, submitting herself to him once again. Giving him all the rights upon her which she never regretted, neither then nor now.

It was them.
It is them.
And it will always be them.

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Finally doing the thing that I wanted to do from a long time. An epilogue for the journey of Ayaan and Roshini. I hope you liked it, if not, at least lie for me, ok?

The picture of the ring is given above/right.

I read it again a few days ago and found that I didn't reply to the comments. My apologies, it's just I think to reply to the comments after publishing the next chapter and sometimes my brain ditches me and I forget to do it.

Any queries can be asked here.

Ig it's a farewell to Ayaan & Roshan #RoshAn

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Till then. Namaste. Bye. Allah Hafiz.