A few years passed since sairat marriage . Now they are living in Mumbai , virat is now DCP and sai is Well-rewarded Doctor.
Both of them are extremely happy and their cute battle still continue beside having a 3 year old son, ARNAV.
Every Sunday they spend time with each other and with there son also. They go to parks, amusement park, joo etc, and do lots of fun there.
This Sunday is not different .....
Virat was in the backyard laying on the grass looking at the sky thinking about the moment they spend with each other....
Suddenly he heard a sound of rolling ball..
He noticed his little ball of joy running in behind the football.
Anay- baba, pass ball please!! (in a cute voice)
virat looked at his son, wide-eyed, big bright smile exactly like his mother Sai. He was always reminded of Sai when he saw Anay.
Anay struggled to grip the ball, slipping on the grass. As he slipped he laughed out loud, which again sounded exactly like Sai!
Virat- (to himself) iska sab kuch sai ki tarah hai! sab kuch! Par i don't mind, meri toofan mail hai hi itni pyaari ki mujhe har cheez uski tarah hi chahiye!
Anay- baba, aao! aao!
Virat- aa raha hoon, meri jaan!
Anay- baba, jaldi warna main aai ko bulanoonga (he still couldn't pronounce big words properly)
Virat- oh ho! (walking towards anay) aai ko bolega, badmash!
Anay- haan, aur phir aai apko daantegi! (laughing)
virat- Accha ji, aai mujhe daategi! aur tumhe maza aayega
Anay laughed and started running while virat ran behind his son.. Their laugh-filled up the entire backyard!
Anay stopped and looked at his father.
anay- baba oaky oaky, nahi boolunga! par aap mujhe football sikhayenge na! aai ne bola tha ki aap bohot accha football khelte hain!
virat kneeled to his son- Aacha! toh aai mere baare sab batati hai!! hmm, chalo aai ko main bad main dekhonga, abhi his highness ko football sikhata hoon!
Saying this both started playing, Virat was a pro, playing with his friends regularly for a little while before work!
he saw his son learn the techniques, kicking the ball and enjoying himself reminding him of his childhood!
As they were practicing, a voice from inside called out for anay. It was sai voice,
Sai- Anay!! anay!
anay looked at his father, put his fingers on his lips and said- baba, don't tell huh!!
quickly running to hide under the table so he can escape from his mother who was coming to make him drink milk.
Virat looked at his son and nodded his head! This had become an everyday ritual in their house, Sai walking out with a glass of milk and Anay hiding. He smile looking at his son and his wife.
Sai- Anay! (she stopped seeing virat standing in the backyard)
Kj! aap yahan aise kyun khade hain! aur anay kahan hai? (she said looking around)
Virat- pata nahi, yahan toh nahi aaya!
Sai- haww, kitna jhoot bolte hain aap, aapki aadat nahi badlegi na, Anay bhi aapki tarah hai bilkul! Meri baat bilkul nahi sunta!
