Ishq Wala Love❣️❤️

Epilogue💜

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Tushar did get her pregnant in their third month of marriage and a day before their first marriage anniversary Zoya delivered a healthy baby boy.

Tarush was a total carbon copy of Tushar. He even had his smirk. Yes! That just born baby used to smirk in his sleep imagining God knows what.

And Tushar was oddly very proud of it. Zoya had one look at him and gave a stink eye to Tushar because her baby looked nothing like her.

"This is so not fair. Next time you are giving birth if our baby comes to look like you. Mai warn kr rhi hu Tushar."

(I am warning you Tushar.)

He had just laughed and kissed both of his lifelines gathering them close to his heart.

Tarush was now 4 years old and Zoya was in the labour room giving birth to their second child.

Tushar was panicking outside hearing her screams of pain. Finally the screams were stopped and a loud wail ensued.

His eyes watered involuntarily and Aisha held his hand with her own eyes tearing up.

The doctor came out informing about the baby and Zoya's health and left after congratulating him.

The nurse followed and came out his little girl, his princess wrapped in a small blanket looking like an angel.

He held her in his arms and sobbed. She was so soft and so fragile and he was going to protect her with everything in him.

He softly kissed her head and she released a soft yawn.

The nurse took the baby for checkup and Tushar went to see his wife.

She was asleep all tired from the labour.

He kissed her head. He could not ever thank her enough for giving him his babies and being the best partner he could ever have gotten.

She was perfect in everything. A perfect daughter, a perfect sister, a perfect businesswoman, a perfect wife and a perfect mother.

His baby girl was handed over to him and he just sat there admiring her little form.

Zoya woke up from her sleep groggily hearing some voices near her.

"...And I am going to never let any harm touch you ever. And also I will need to drive away every boy around you. No boyfriends before atleast 25 years. Ok princess? I'll need to train your brother to always protect you. No one is ever going to touch my princess until I am alive. I love you meri gudiya."

Zoya felt a smile curl on her lips and she called him softly.

"Tushar!"

He turned to her and gave her the biggest grin. He leaned towards her showing her their daughter.

"Zoya look. Hamari princess. Our daughter. She is pretty and soft. Like you."

She smiled kissing her head and he helped her sit properly.

The nurse told her to feed the baby and Zoya did so. The baby immediately latched on and Tushar smiled caressing her hand while Zoya rested her head on his shoulder.

*4 years later*

Tarush and Amaira were growing up real fast according to their parents.

Tushar was extremely emotional about his princess growing up so fast.

Since both the kids were small so Tushar and Zoya took turns to come home early with them and take care of them.

Today was Zoya's. Tushar reached home during almost dinner time and saw his wife cooking in the kitchen.

He peeked over her shoulder and saw fried idli with lots of veggies. The kids did not like veggies.

Those were yuck!

So she blend them into puree or put them in dishes they loved. Fired idlis were one of them.

Tushar slapped her ass and kissed her cheek making her gasp and hit him with the spatula.

"You scared me!"

He laughed and had water and the two went to the kids room to check on them. Zoya had not heard the little toofans since half an hour.

They opened the door of the room and as usual the room was a mess and in the middle of it were a pouting Amaira and a glaring Tarush with his toy robot in his hands.

The body of it in one hand and the head in another.

The kids saw their parents and Tushar whined.

"Papa! Isne mera robot tod dia."

(She broke my robot.)

He said climbing in his father's lap leaving him in a dillema. How will he scold his princess now?

Zoya came to his rescue knowing her husband is not even going to glare at her let alone scolding.

She crouched near Amaira and glared at her.

"Kyu toda aapne bhai ka toy? Galat baat hai na Amu. Say sorry!"

(Why did you break bhai's toy? This is wrong Amu.)

She pouted even more and bowed her head. Her two little ponytails covering her face from the sides as she walked towards Tarush.

"Sholly!"

Tarush melted. He was a copy of his father afterall. He would fight with her all day but in the end Amu was his baby sister and he loved her more than anything.

"Koi baat nhi. Naya aa jaayega. Haina papa?"

(Its ok. We will get a new one. Right papa?)

He asked him father and Tushar nodded proudly at his son. The kids soom forgot about the broken toy and began playing again.

Zoya shook her head at them and bought them their food.

Both of them sat feeding the kids who were more interested in playing than eating. Again a daily occurence.

Not that they were complaining. Both of them loved their kids to death and would do anything to keep them safe and happy.

After feeding them they were asked to clean the room which they did so and slept soon after due to the exhaustion.

Tushar sat with his wife having his dinner. He couldn't have imagined a better life than this. He thanked God for giving her this life.

He afterall is the best planner in all.❤️❤️
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