THE RAJHANS SISTERS

THE DISCLOSURE

"Oi Oi Oi... Look at our little dolls and this little prince," Daduji exclaimed, his eyes twinkling with joy as he watched over the triplets.

"Nitya dear, now I won't leave them and go anywhere," he declared fondly, his heart brimming with affection for the little ones.

"These little ones won't leave you either, Daduji... But now quickly have your breakfast," Nitya called out from the kitchen, her voice filled with warmth and concern.

"Aasha Tai, serve breakfast to Daduji," she instructed a maid, ensuring that the elderly gentleman was well taken care of.

As she ushered the triplets aside to allow Daduji space to enjoy his meal, Aniket's voice called out from the room, interrupting the morning routine.

"Nitya... Nitya..."

She then gently guided the triplets away, giving Grandpa space to enjoy his meal. "Come on, kids," she said with a warm smile.

From his room upstairs, Aniket's voice called out, "Nitya... Nitya..."

"Yes, Aniket, what is it?" she replied, already anticipating the next demand.

"Where is my beige shirt?" he asked, sounding slightly exasperated.

Nitya chuckled. "See, Aniket, who says I only have three children," she murmured to herself before calling back, "Coming, Aniket."

Turning to another helper, she said, "Veena, please look after the kids, I'll be right there," and hurried upstairs.

"Oh! Aniket, I saw your beige shirt..." she started, then stopped short, seeing him already wearing it. Confusion flickered across her face.

"Aniket... You're wearing it," she said, approaching him. He held up a tie with a sheepish grin.

"Now don't tell me to tie it because you know how well you can do it."

"Yes, I know, but today I want you to do it, so please help me, madam," he teased. Nitya smiled and began to tie the knot, her fingers deftly moving.

As she worked, Aniket took the opportunity to wrap his arm around her waist and pull her closer. "Ah! Aniket..."

He gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, his touch lingering. "After so long, I finally have this opportunity, otherwise you're always busy with the kids and household chores," he said softly, making her blush.

"Aniket..."

"Okay, tell me, when are you joining the office?" he asked, his tone shifting slightly.

"Office? Aniket... How can I join the office... You know that..."

"That the kids are still young, they need me, and so on... I've heard all this before, Nitya," he interrupted gently.

"So then..."

"So then what, Nitya... You know our office policies, you're a new mom, all the facilities are available for you, and above all, you're forgetting that you're Aniket Sharma's wife... I can arrange special accommodations for you, ten helpers... Everything, just waiting for you to join..." he explained.

"I understand, Aniket, and I also know how amazing the facilities are for new moms in our office, but still, Aniket, leaving the kids under the care of helpers... I don't feel it's right," she said, her voice tinged with worry.

"But Nitya..."

"But what... And you're the one who keeps saying... That I'm Mrs. Nitya Aniket Sharma, The Aniket Sharma's wife, so what's the need for me to work?" she countered.