Siya' pov:
Zian and I were in the bathroom, getting ready to give our 1-year-old son, Vihaan, a bath. Vihaan was sitting on the floor, playing with his toys and giggling as he splashed water all over the place.
"Are you ready for your bath, little man?" Zian asked, picking Vihaan up and holding him close.
Vihaan smiled and babbled, his chubby arms reaching out to grab at the shampoo bottle on the edge of the tub.
"Okay, let's get started," I said, turning on the water and adjusting the temperature.
As the tub began to fill up with warm, bubbly water, I and Zian worked together to undress Vihaan and get him ready for his bath. I took off his diaper and handed him to Zian, who held him carefully as he stepped into the tub.
"Here we go, buddy," Zian said, lowering Vihaan into the water.
Vihaan's eyes widened in surprise as the warm water enveloped him, but he quickly adjusted and began to splash and play in the tub.
I and Zian worked together to wash Vihaan's hair and body, taking turns pouring water over his head and rubbing soap into his skin. Vihaan giggled and squirmed, his tiny hands reaching out to grab at the bubbles and toys floating in the water.
As I bathed our son, me and my husband talked and laughed, enjoying the simple pleasure of spending time together as a family. I shared stories about my day working in the museum, talked about my plans for the weekend, and reminisced about the early days of our relationship.
Before I knew it, it was time to get Vihaan out of the tub and dressed for bed. I and Zian carefully lifted him out of the water and wrapped him in a fluffy towel, kissing his soft cheeks and tickling his toes as I dried him off.
As I dressed Vihaan in his pyjamas and tucked him into bed, I and Zian exchanged a smile, feeling grateful for the love and joy that our little family brought into your lives.
I walked into the kitchen to find Shourya, and , Pihu, standing face to face. Their arms were crossed, and their eyes were locked in a fierce stare-down. It was hard to suppress a smile as I leaned against the doorframe, curious to see what had sparked this unexpected showdown.
"Come on, Pihu, you can't honestly think that's a better way to chop onions," Shourya exclaimed, his voice tinged with amusement.
Pihu's lips curved into a mischievous grin. "Oh please, Shourya. Your technique is so outdated. This," she lifted the knife in her hand, demonstrating an exaggerated chopping motion, "is the modern way to do it. Quick and efficient!"
I stifled a chuckle as I watched the two of them go at it. Shourya's eyebrows shot up, clearly amused by Pihu's bold declaration. "Efficient, maybe. But have you considered the potential danger? I mean, I've seen action movie scenes less intense than your chopping method."
Pihu rolled her eyes dramatically. "Oh please, Shourya. You're just jealous that I've perfected the art of onion chopping."
Shourya laughed, his deep voice filling the room. "Jealous? Hardly. I've seen your 'art' before. Let's just say, I value my fingers too much to attempt it."
Pihu playfully narrowed her eyes at him. "Afraid you'll lose a finger?"
Shourya mock-gasped, clutching his chest in mock horror. "Me? Never. But I've heard the stories. The legendary onion-chopping accidents of the 21st century. Tragic."
I couldn't help but laugh as their banter continued. It was fascinating how effortlessly they bounced off each other, their words flowing like a well-practiced dance.
Pihu leaned in closer, her tone mock-serious. "You know, Shourya, I could give you a lesson. Teach you the ways of the modern onion ninja."
Shourya pretended to ponder her offer, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Hmmm, tempting. But I'm not sure I'm ready to embrace the onion ninja lifestyle just yet."
Pihu shrugged, a playful glint in her eyes. "Your loss."
As they exchanged witty remarks, I marveled at the unlikely camaraderie between Shourya and Pihu. Despite their age difference and vastly different personalities, they seemed to have found common ground in this lighthearted argument. It was a heartwarming reminder of the unexpected connections that could form between people.
The two of them continued to tease each other, their playful banter filling the kitchen with energy and laughter. As I watched them, I liked the bond between them.
With a fond smile, I finally interrupted their banter. "Alright, you two. Enough onion drama for one day. Let's settle this with a chopping contest. May the best onion ninja win."
Shourya and Pihu exchanged a quick glance before breaking into laughter, the tension from their earlier stare-down dissipating. As they playfully jostled each other, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the moments of joy and connection that always seemed to find their way into our lives, even in the most unexpected places.
I was sitting in our bedroom with Vihaan, perched on my lap. I had a bowl of mashed sweet potatoes in front of me, and I was using a small spoon to feed Vihaan one bite at a time.
"Here comes the airplane!" I said, making a buzzing sound as I moved the spoon towards Vihaan's mouth.
Vihaan giggled and opened his mouth wide, eagerly taking the spoonful of sweet potatoes.
"Good job, buddy!" I said, wiping a bit of food off his chin with a napkin.
As I continued to feed Vihaan, I talked to him in a soft, soothing voice.
"Did you have a good nap today, Vihaan?" I asked, scooping up another spoonful of sweet potatoes.
Vihaan babbled in response, his little hands reaching out to grab the spoon.
"You're getting so big," I said, smiling at him. "Soon you'll be eating big boy food like pizza and macaroni and cheese."
Vihaan grinned, his eyes lighting up at the mention of food.
As I continued to feed Vihaan, I couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and amazement at the tiny human being in my arms. I marvelled at how much he had grown and changed in just one short year, and I felt a deep sense of love and gratitude for the incredible gift of motherhood.
"I love you, Vihaan," I said, kissing his soft cheek.
Vihaan giggled and squirmed, his little body wriggling with delight.
As I finished feeding him and wiped his mouth clean, I couldn't help but feel a sense of joy and contentment. Despite the challenges and struggles of parenthood, moments like these made it all worth it. I was grateful for the love and connection that I shared with my son, and I know that our bond would only continue to grow stronger with each passing day.
After that, he was taken by his bua Pihu and I locked the door of our room and Zian was working on his laptop.
I was sitting and watching Zian, as he sat hunched over his laptop, typing away furiously. I had been trying to get his attention for the past 15 minutes, but he had been completely absorbed in his work, barely acknowledging my presence.
Finally, I had had enough. I got up from the couch and walked over to where Zian was sitting. Without a word, I reached out and closed his laptop, shutting it with a satisfying snap.
Zian looked up, startled, and stared at me in shock.
"What the hell, Siya?" he exclaimed, his eyes wide with anger.
I stood my ground, crossing my arms over my chest. "I've been trying to talk to you for the past 15 minutes, and you've been completely ignoring me," I said, my voice firm.
Zian glared at me, his face red with frustration. "I'm in the middle of a project, Siya. I can't just drop everything every time you want to chat."
I shook my head, my own anger rising. "I'm not asking you to drop everything. I just want you to acknowledge me when I'm talking to you."
Zian opened his mouth to respond, but I cut him off. "And don't you dare talk to me like that. I am your wife, not your employee. You can't just snap at me whenever you feel like it."
There was a tense silence between us for a moment, and then Zian's shoulders slumped. "You're right," he said, his voice softening. "I'm sorry, Siya. I've just been really stressed lately, and I didn't mean to take it out on you."
I sighed, feeling some of the tension drain out of my body. "I know you're stressed, Zian. But you can't let your work consume you like this. We need to make time for each other, too."
Zian nodded, looking contrite. "You're right. I'll make more of an effort to be present when I'm with you."
I smiled, feeling a sense of relief. "Thank you, Zian. I love you."
Zian reached out and took my hand, squeezing it gently. "I love you, too, Siya. I'm sorry for being such a jerk."
"I know that," I grin and sat on Zian's lap, my arms wrapped around his neck as he caressed my hair. I had been feeling stressed lately, and being in his arms like this was the only thing that made me feel better.
Zian leaned in and pressed his lips to mine, his kiss gentle and tender. I responded eagerly, my body melting into his as I deepened the kiss.
As we kissed, I could feel the warmth of his body against yours, and the soft brush of his lips on my skin. I could feel his hands moving through my hair, his fingers tracing delicate patterns on my scalp.
I pulled back, my eyes meeting his. "I love you," I whispered, my voice barely above a breath.
Zian smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I love you, too," he said, his voice low and husky.
Zian leaned in and kissed me again, his lips moving against mine with a fierce intensity. I could feel the passion building between us, the heat of his body against mine, and the hunger in his kiss.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, and he responded by deepening the kiss even further. I could feel my heart racing, my breath coming in short gasps, as I lost myself in the moment.
Finally, I pulled back, my lips were swollen and my heart was pounding. I looked into Zian's eyes, feeling a sense of peace and contentment wash over me. Zian smiled, his eyes shining with love.
In these years we did have fights like any normal couple and in the end, we do make things right.
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