𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 #1
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Shivanya Gupta is a woman who wears her heart on her sleeve. Always going above and beyond to help others, she loves deeply and s...
So here's the epilogue you guys were asking me for 😭❤ I am so grateful that I got you all throughout this journey supporting me and encouraging me through votes and comments since the beginning 🥰
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4 YEARS LATER
"Daddy!" Iyla's sweet voice takes my attention away from my files.
I am in my home office going through some documents when she comes running towards me.
Her little pigtails flying and with a big cheerful smile exactly like her mother's she lifts her arms up gesturing me to lift her.
I take her and drop her in my lap, "What is it, moon?" I ask her gently.
"I caught a butterfly in the garden but then it tried to get out of my hands. Poor bug. I let it fly Daddy. What if its Mama feels sad that it didn't come home?" She rambles on and pouts.
Did I mention that she has her mother's heart too?
"Well done Iyla." I kiss her cheek.
I thought I wouldn't be able to handle kids but then my daughter has me wrapped around her tiny finger. It's so easy to love her. Like daughter, like mother.
"I want to show you something Daddy. Can you come with me?" She asks.
"Now?" I look at my pile of files.
"Now." She nods. One look at her Bambi eyes and I am gone.
"Alright. Come on." I drop her gently to the floor while she leads me holding my big palm in her small hands.
We pass the rooms and finally come to the hallway.
"Happy Birthday!" My Princess and Queen shouts with a giggling Prince in her arms.
Ranvijay Aadhav Rajputh is two years old and right now he is perched on his Mama's hip having no idea what is happening around but he has a toothy grin on his face.
He was named after Jay who lost his life protecting my wife. Shivanya wanted to honour him in some way for being the father figure we never had.
I knew this surprise party was happening since the morning. Iyla was giving me sneaky looks and instantly I found out their plans.
