*7 years later*
Akanksha's POV
It has been seven years of our marriage.
Life with Samarth was perfect. A mix of humour, banters, arguments and love. He is truly the best life partner I could have got.
I still tease about crushing on me as a child and he still teases me saying 'Chhoti bachi ho kya?'
And we do have two chhote chhote bache. Yes! We are now proud parents to two little kids.
Also, I have finally opened my own art gallery as I dreamt of. And I am fortunate because my in-laws have supported me throughout. Mummy was so excited that she wanted me to make the first portrait of hers as I inaugurate the gallery.
She framed the portrait and it is proudly hanging on the wall of her room.
Also, that stupid baby brother of mine, is not a baby anymore but has a baby of his own.
He had got married two years back and just a month back he and his wife were blessed with a cute baby boy.
Also, Riya too is married and is permanently settled in Paris. No! She did not marry any Parisian. It is an Indian man but he works in Paris. So, both of them are settled there and guess what!
She is going to have their first child. No one knows it yet except for me. *Dramatic hair flip*
She is going to surprise her husband first and then tell everyone else.
I came out of my painting room. I am not going to the gallery for some time because my daughter is very small right now. She is just three months old.
I look at the time. Samarth must be about to arrive.
The house is unusually quiet right now. Reason? The toofan express is out with his dadu.
Our four year old son, Rehaan is a literal toofan express. He would never come walking, he would be running around shouting for things.
I chuckled remembering his shaitaanis.
Just as I step out of the shower, I hear a loud wail. I sigh and pick my daughter in my arms.
She tried to latch on my covered breasts.
"Arre mera bachha! Bhukku lagi."
(Aww my baby! Hungry.)
I coo at her and lay down covering us with the blanket and start feeding her.
She starts sucking immediately and soon her eyes close and she sleeps again.
I was so tired that I didn't even realise when I too slept.
Samarth's POV
I came back home and saw mumma sitting in the living room.
"Aaj badi shanti hai. Kya baat?"
(Its very quiet today. How so?)
"Ghar ka shehzaada bahar gaya hai na."
(The prince of the house is not home.)
She chuckled and I chuckled too.
I went to our room and loosened my tie. Since, I knew I was going to be late today, so I denied dinner.
Throwing the coat and blazer on the sofa, I looked at the bed.
Akanksha is sleeping at this time?
I went to her and removed the blanket a little.
She was holding our daughter, Raisha, in her arms while she sucked on her breasts having her food.
I kissed both of theirs heads and covered them properly again.
Just then the door was banged open and came in the toofan express like his mother calls him.
"Mumma!"
He shouted and I shushed him.
"Mumma sleepy!"
I whispered picking him up in my arms. He peeked over my shoulder and repeated.
"Sleepy?"
I nodded and he got quiet. I settled on the sofa with him on my lap.
"Papa ko batao kya bta rha tha."
(Tell me what were you saying.)
He grinned widely and started blabbering all the masti and shaitaani he did while in the park with his dadu.
After he finished I kissed his head and he laid his head on my shoulder. I patted his back lightly and kept my head on his.
A few minutes later, his breathing evened and I heard his soft snores.
I sat in the same position waiting for him to go into deep sleep.
Then I took him to his room and placed him on the bed and tucked him properly.
Kissing his head I moved out, back to our room.
I pulled the blanket down and saw Raisha was now sleeping peacefully.
I did not have any heart to wake Akanksha up. She looks so tired.
I have said to her that I could do work from home till the time Raisha is big enough to not need 24 hour attention but she is adamant about it.
She says my company needs me.
I sighed and caressed her head.
"Akanksha! Meri jaan! Wake up!"
I whispered and continued to stroke her. She stirred and looked at me groggily.
"Raisha so gyi. I am picking her up."
(Raisha has slept.)
She nodded and I took Raisha in my arms. I placed her in her cradle carefully and covered her with her blanket.
Turning back I saw Akanksha now sitting on the bed with her head rested back, looking at me with a smile.
She forwarded her hand and I smiled and went to her. I took her hand and she hugged me tightly.
We both hugged each other as if our lives depended on it.
"You okay?"
I asked and she hummed.
"Just tired! Hold me tight!"
I held her protectively and she rested her face in the crook of my neck.
"Akanksha! I can still take up work from home-"
"No Samarth! Yaha meri help ke liye mummy hai papa hai lekin aapki company ke paas sirf aap hai. I am fine. Sacchi!"
(Mumma and papa are here for my help but your company has only you. Promise!)
She mumbled and I kissed the side of her head.
"I love you."
I whispered and she mumbled an 'I love you' back.
"Rehaan kaha hai? Aaya nhi abhi tak?"
(Where is Rehaan? Is he not back yet?)
She asked and I answered that he slept so I took him to his room.
She hummed and I felt her breathing get even.
I laid her down properly and covered her with the blanket.
I kissed her head and smiled. All my babies are sleeping.
I changed my clothes and got inside the sheets. Pulling her closer from behind I cuddled into her.
She snuggled back into me and we slept peacefully in each other's arms.
Author's POV
This was the story of Samarth and Akanksha. A story of their love and a story of Samarth's continuous wait for his first love.
Where people nowadays call their partners as their. They treat them as their property.
Yes! They are yours. But your responsibility and your duty to love and cherish them.
He has created us in pairs. Because He knows what is best for us. He truly is the best planner in all.❤❤
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