𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕮𝖗𝖎𝖒𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝕮𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖓. (COMPLETED)

𝕰𝖕𝖎𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖚𝖊.

Epilogue.

Arjun ~

It had been about eight months since we remarried, eight months of nothing but love and coming closer to Siya also helped me coming closer to everyone else around me, including myself.

As promised, Samarth along with Preeti and Jahanavi toured across the state with Siya and I where we met the people, listened to their concerns, and worked tirelessly to address the shortcomings of my administration and it was just last night that we have been finally home after this month long work trip.

Naturally, Varun was glued to her at this moment as she was teaching him some brush strokes.

"Badi Maa, is this how I hold the brush?" he asked, his eyes wide with curiosity and admiration.

"That's exactly right, Champ," she replied, her voice gentle and encouraging. "Now, tilt your wrist this way to..." She continued, her eyes sparkling with warmth and pride.

"You're doing great, Varun," she said softly. "Art is all about expressing yourself, so don't be afraid to make a mess sometimes." Her words were what broke me out of my trance and I allowed myself to smile.

"It was a right decision, bhai. Letting Preeti and me adopt Varun." I heard Samarth's voice which made me turn around to find him and Preeti looking at those two with a smile too.

"Yes bhai and I am so glad that Siya understood because he will grow up someday and when he finds out the dynamics of some messed relationships, it will be hard on him." Preeti sighed and I agreed.

"Mom?" Varun called out for Preeti and came out running. So did Siya.

"What are you guys doing here chilling without us?" My wife pouted slightly and asked, keeping a hand on her waist. Varun imitated.

"Scheming against the two of you, my little cookie monster." Preeti tickled him before Samarth took him in his arms and the three of them left for the lawn where Jahanavi must have been waiting to play football.

So, Ranaji, where have you been all day?" Siya asked, her voice a soft melody as she stepped closer, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. Her touch was warm, and the gentle nudge of her nose against mine sent a shiver down my spine.

I pulled her into my arms my hand snaking around her waist, drawing her even closer. The scent of her hair, the softness of her skin—it was intoxicating, just like she always is. I gazed into her eyes, seeing a world of love and longing reflected back at me.

I was just about to answer her question when she spoke up again.

"By the way, I have something for you. Come with me." She took a step back, then grasped my hand, gently yet firmly pulling me toward the bedroom.

"Little Flower, if you want me to make..." I began, a teasing smile playing on my lips. But she turned around with a playful glare, pressing her index finger against my lips.

"Shhh Arjun! Why must you always have your mind in the gutter?" Rolling her eyes, she asked before getting me to stand in front of a canvas, covered with a piece of cloth.

I watched as she took a deep breath, her eyes dancing with excitement. "Close your eyes," she instructed softly. I obeyed.

A moment later, I heard the soft rustle of the cloth being removed. "Okay, you can open them now," she whispered.

As I opened my eyes, I was greeted by a breathtaking painting. It was a portrait of us, sitting on the throne from the day of her coronation.

"Siya..." I couldn't take my eyes off that canvas.