Vrishali was popularly known as the life of the party. She had a natural ability to make friends with anyone she met. Everyone adored her, and she had yet to find her perfect match amidst all the chaos of her college parties. However, she was not in...
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A few years later. . .
Padmanabh signed, looking at the kid holding onto his leg. The kid gazed at Padmanabh with wide eyes. He bends down, picking him up, and he laughs, unable to stop. The baby's thick hair is combed with a hairpin holding the hair back. Pushing the hair out of his face, he cooed at the baby, and the kid giggled.
"Why are you laughing?" Vrishali asked, trying to find the older one who is hiding somewhere. "Why did you dress them like girls?" Padmanabh asked as his younger kid, Atulya, started kissing his cheek.
"Because they are not girls," Vrishali replied matter-of-factly. Padmanabh knew better not to comment on anything. He nodded his head and pulled her closer. Kissing her forehead, he massaged her arm. "What happened?"
Vrishali let out a heavy sigh. Atulya concentrated on his mother's hair and started pulling on the strands. "No. . ." Padmanabh said, gently holding the kid's wrist and moving it away. Atulya grunted but soon had his attention back on Padmanabh's shirt.
"The boys are being naughty. They have decided to play hide-and-seek at the last minute. I have prepared for this photo shoot since morning, but I'm unable to make them sit still." Padmanabh shifted Autlya and half-embraced Vrishali as she tried to find a comfortable position, but it was hard.
"I'm sorry. I will help you. Did you eat anything? Should I get you the mango juice? Or a fruit cut?"
"Mango juice." Atulya's ears perked. "Fruit. Fruit!" Vrishali and Padmanabh looked at each other before laughing. "Okay, I will get you the fruit, but don't trouble Mama."
"I will take him. Bring Hridyanshu and Vedant. I need to do this photoshoot today."
"Yashu is in the kitchen. I gave him the fruit cut."
"Vedant?" Padmanabh shrugged his shoulders. "I never find the mini you anywhere." Vrishali playfully glared at him while he laughed, placing Atulya, who wasn't budging, to move. "Just relax and have a seat, okay? I will get your juice first."
"Okay." Atulya turned fuzzy as Vrishali took him from Padmanabh. "Don't stress." Padmanabh gently removed Atulya's small foot from Vrishali's stomach. "I will be back soon. And, I will find the boys." Placing a kiss on her forehead, Padmanbh went to the kitchen.
Atulya kept pulling on Vrishali's hairpin. Vrishali groaned as she carried her two-year-old to the nearest sitting area. "I don't understand how you all behave like me while looking like your papa."
Atulya yelled when Vrishali tried to make him sit on the floor. He hugged her tightly. "You don't want to leave me?" Vrishali slowly sat on the sofa chair and got comfortable with Atulya on her lap. He busied himself playing with her hairpin and hair. Vrishali caressed his hair and kissed his cheeks. "How is my baby so cute?"
