ISHQ-E-MOHABBAT

64. epilogue

Epilogue:

Abhimaan's POV:

Three years had passed since our whimsical wedding, and our love had only grown stronger with each passing day. We had built a life together, a life filled with laughter, adventure, and love. And now, we had a new addition to our family - our beautiful daughter, Shree.

As I watched Mayura cradle Shree in her arms, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and joy. My wife, my partner, my best friend, was an amazing mother. And I, Abhimaan Shekhawat, was one lucky man.

"Hey there, gorgeous," I said, walking into the room with a bouquet of flowers. "How's my favorite girl doing today?"

Mayura smiled, her eyes sparkling with love. "Your favorite girl is doing great, thanks for asking," she replied, her voice husky. "And your other favorite girl," she nodded towards Shree, "is doing amazing too."

I chuckled, my eyes roaming over my girls. "Well, I'm a lucky man, then," I said, sitting down beside them.

Shree, our little bundle of joy, giggled and cooed, her eyes shining with excitement. She was the center of our universe, and we couldn't imagine life without her.

As we spent the evening together, our little family of three, I couldn't help but tease Mayura. "You know, I think Shree gets her good looks from me," I said, winking at my wife.

Mayura rolled her eyes, laughing. "Oh please, she gets her intelligence and beauty from me," she replied, her voice laced with humor.

I grinned, my heart filled with love. "Well, I think we make a pretty great team, then," I said, my eyes locked on Mayura's.

As the evening drew to a close, we cuddled up together, our daughter nestled between us. We knew that life wouldn't always be easy, but we were ready for whatever came our way. We had each other, and our love was strong enough to conquer anything.

As I looked at my girls, my heart swelled with love and gratitude. I knew that I was the luckiest man alive, to have found my soulmate in Mayura, and to have our beautiful daughter, Shree. Our little family was complete, and we were ready for whatever the future held.

I grinned mischievously at my partner in crime, my 4-year-old daughter Shree. We were in the kitchen, plotting our next move. Mayura was busy in the living room, unaware of the chaos we were about to unleash.

"Okay, Shree, are you ready?" I whispered, my eyes sparkling with excitement.

Shree nodded, her eyes shining with mischief. "Yessss, Papa!"

We snuck into the living room, our eyes fixed on Mayura. She was engrossed in her book, oblivious to our presence. I gave Shree a nod, and she giggled, her tiny hands covering her mouth.

We snuck up behind Mayura, and I whispered, "Now!"

Shree and I simultaneously poured a bucket of water on Mayura's head, soaking her completely. Mayura shrieked, her book flying out of her hands.

Mayura's POV:

I was engrossed in my book when suddenly, I felt a deluge of water pour down on me. I shrieked, my eyes wide with surprise. I turned around, my hair dripping with water, and saw Abhimaan and Shree laughing uncontrollably.

"Abhimaan deep  Shekhawat, you !" I exclaimed, my voice laced with playfulness. "And Shree, my little munchkin, you're supposed to be my angel, not a partner in crime!"

Abhimaan chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Hey, I'm just teaching her the ways of the world, my love."

Shree giggled, her eyes shining with excitement. "Papa, Papa, we got Mama!"