Even If The World Was Ending

43. Epilogue

(last chapter!! Author's note next chapter since chapter bahot bada hai😅. Ignore grammatical errors. Enjoy reading)

"Anisha!!!" Shubman shouted from his garden as he panicked with a spatula in his hand.

"Papa!" a little 2yr old girl walked hastily towards the garden. Her anklet sounds ringing in the entire house as she walked up to her father.

Her eyes widened when she saw the grill and her father's defeated posture as he saw the meat on it being overcooked. Almost burning.

Anisha let out a small "uh-oh" when she heard a car honking, making her realise that someone was home. She hoped it wasn't someone who she thought would be.

"Shubman! Ye dekh main kya- What The Fu-" Rishab excitement came to halt when he noticed the mess and also saw the small kid looking up with her small doe eyes.

"Rishu!! Yaar madad karde mennu. Nahi toh aaj meri shamat hai" Shubman cried out in fear.

Rishab raised his hands up and said "Main kyu bali ka bakra banu! Mujhe nahi fasna bhai. Tu toh-" he was again interrupted by the little girl who pulled his finger as she carried one jar in her hand. It was named as "Rishu Uncle".

"Rishu Uncle.. if you help Baba then I won't tell dada that the swear jar with your name is completely filled."

Shubman snickered as he saw Rishab visibly paled.

The thing was his dear husband would manage and forgive everything. Even if he sat the house on fire. But he was strictly against people firing swear words when Anisha was around.

Not to mention Rishab had his separate swear jar. In the past 1 year, Rishab had 4 swear jar of his filled and this was the 5th one, which meant that Ishan would now kill Rishab with the same jar by breaking it on his head.

Rishab had laughed it out when he was warned but he gulped and shivered in fear when the person in front of him was not his cute and sweet friend Ishan but a very protective and angry father Ishan.

So without wasting any time, Rishab helped Shubman to clear the mess as Anisha giggled as he walked towards the hall, with wobbly steps to place the jar where it was originally.

Her happiness came to a halt when she heard the rattling of keys and she mumbled a small "hey bhagwan" as the person who entered with a big smile was none other than her Dada

"Princess!!!" Ishan exclaimed and bent down to pick up his daughter but later saw the swear jar in her hand. The little one gulped as she saw her father's face scrunched in anger in a mili second.

Ishan half kneeled and pulled Anisha towards him and asked sweetly "baba.. why are you carrying this? Rishu chachu is here?" As he smoothened her hair.

For a 2yr old girl, Anisha was very smart. In fact, she could understand that behind those sweet as chocolate voice was a raging man who was much scarier than the ghosts under her bed when it came to her Rishab chachu.

She could not lie because her Dadaji and Dadi ma have always told her how a Santa Claus does not give gifts to babies who are naughty and who lie. Also her Nana and Nani gave her once nice example about how naughty Viraj bhai was once and that year he got one princess dress when he had asked for a Spider-Man suit.

So being her Dadaa's fav girl, she told everything. Because this year she could not afford any mishaps with her gifts from Santa Claus.

Ishan just listened to her ramblings and as soon as she finished he looked at the garden door.

"You're such a good girl." Ishan picked her in his arms and kissed her rosy cheeks. She looked like an exact replica of Shubman. With the dimples and same smile. The same smile he had fallen for and was in love with.