Family... (An Ishqbaaz FF) ||✔||

Epilouge

8 years later
Rakshabandhan

ShivIka's room.

Anika was sitting in front of the mirror and was applying some kajal and lipstick. Shivaay back-hugged her.

Shivaay: Yeh mera waihaim hain ya meri biwi kuch zyaada hi khubsoorat lag rahi hain? (Is it an illusion or is my wife looking too beautiful?)

Anika: *self praises* Aapki biwi khidki-tod khoobsoorat hain. (Your wife is too beautiful.)

Shivaay: *surprised* O... kay? Didn't expect that.

Anika winked at him. As she stood up, Shivaay took her hand, spun her and pulled her towards him.

Anika: Shivaay, kya kar rahe hain? (Shivaay, what are you doing?)

Shivaay: *nuzzling her neck* Hum itne busy ho gaye hain ki hum ek-doosre ke saath time spend hi nahi kar pate. Especially, unke aane...
(We have become so busy that we're not able to spend time with each other. Especially after...)

He was cut by a voice.

Girl: PAPA, BACHAO!!! (DAD SAVE ME!!!)

Boy: PAPA KI BACCHI, RUK! (STOP!)

A four years old girl was running with notebook in her hand and was being chased by an eight years old boy.

ShivIka: Phir shuru ho gaye. (Here we go again.)

The girl and boy came running into ShivIka's room and were running around them. Anika held the boy the back while Shivaay picked up the girl. The girl buried her face in Shivaay's neck.

Girl: Papa, bhaiya mere peechhe bull ki tarah pad gaye hain. (Dad, brother is chasing me like a bull.)

Shivaay: Ansh, apni behen ko kyoon sata rahe ho? (Ansh, why are you troubling your sister?)

Ansh: Galti Shivika ki hain. Woh meri notebook le ke bhaag gayi. (It's Shivika's fault. She took my notebook and ran away.)

Anika: Shivika.

Shivika: Piya Chachi kabse bhaiya ko leady (ready) hone ko bol rahi hain. Likin yeh apni notebook se chipke hue hain. (Aunt Piya told him to get ready so many times but he is stuck to his notebook.)

Ansh: Maine tuhme 1008 baar bola hain, jab main aur maths ek saath ho, hume disturb mat kiya karo. (I have told you 1008 times, don't come between maths and me.)

Shivaay: Okay. Shaant ho jao. *rocking Shivika* Aur meri favourite girl koi kuch nahi kahega, okay? (Okay. Calm down. And no one will trouble my favourite girl.)

Ansh: Woh favorite hain? Toh main kya hoon? Aloo? (She's your favourite? Then what am I? A potato?)

Anika: *Hugs him* Tum mere favorite ho. Mera raja beta. (You're my favourite. My darling son.)

Ansh: Mom, aap best ho. ASOs rock! (Mom, you're the best.)

Shivaay: Boo! SSOs rock.

Ansh: *crosses his arms* We'll see.

Shivaay: Very well then.

Shivika: Bhaiya, agal aap aloo ho, toh mumma ke favoulite toh hoge hi. Unki favourite dish bhi toh aloo-pooli hain. *Logic sign*
(Brother, if you're a potato, then you're bound to be mom's favourite. Her favourite dish is a potato dish.)

Ansh: Toh tum... woh... papa ki favourite dish kaunsi hain... (Then you.. are.. which is dad's favourite dish...)

Shivaay: Ste...