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QOTD

⦾Is there a nickname you want to give to your future partner or your kid? and why?

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"तेरी यादों के जो आखिरी थे निशान,
दिल तड़पता रहा, हम मिटाते रहे...
ख़त लिखे थे जो तुमने कभी प्यार में,
उसको पढते रहे और जलाते रहे...."

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Khushi Aviraj Singh Rathore's POV

(After almost 4 years.)

I was lying peacefully in bed when I scratched my hand and discovered no one. I winched lightly and heard a sweet, giggling sound. I pulled the blanket up to cover my face, but someone grabbed it from me, and I felt a little weight above me. I then felt someone preparing a series of kisses on my face, and I continued to pretend to sleep. I opened my right eye to see my one-year-old son, Achintya Singh Rathore, lying on my stomach with his head resting on my chest. He looked at Aviraj sadly and whispered, so I couldn't understand what he was saying.

"Dad, Mumma is asleep. Wake her." He is about to take a shower, so I close my eyes. I feel Achintya rise from me, and I open my eyes again to see Aviraj whispering something into his ear and nodding like an obedient child. Then I notice Aviraj smirking slightly. I close my eyes and expect them to throw water at me, but I don't feel anything. Then I felt someone bite my chin. I hiss, open my eyes, and say

"Moli, leave me bacha." He left me and smiled sweetly as I rubbed my chin. He looked at me and said,

"Good mor... morning, Mumma." I wished him good morning and kissed his cheek. Then he looked at Aviraj and said,

"Dad said." I get up and sit on the bed, take him in my arms, and kiss all over his face while he laughs and says,

"Stop, Mumma st...op." I paused and began to smile, looking at him. I was busy looking at him when I heard Aviraj say

"All kisses are for your son, not for me." I look at him and signal him to come close by my index finger and about to kiss on his cheek, but Moli holds my face between his hands, shakes his head, and says,

"No, no kisses. Moli's mumma." He said this and hugged me lightly, his face hidden behind my neck. Aviraj looked at him and said,

"Before your mom, she was my wife." He looks at Aviraj, shakes his head, continues pecking my lips, not letting me talk to Aviraj, and says,

"No, only Moli's mom." Aviraj looked at me as if he wanted to say something, but I laughed out loud. Moli was always like this, even while he was in my belly. I used to throw up whenever Aviraj came near me, and after Moli was born, he couldn't sleep without me, so he slept with both me and Aviraj. Mom and dad tried to get him to sleep with them, but he woke up in the middle of the night and began crying. I look at Aviraj, who glares at me before going to take a shower. He closes the door loudly, making me laugh. I look at Moli and say,

"See dad get upset." He nodded silently and said,

"Kid," he says, resting his head on my breast and rubbing his face against it. He does this whenever he wants to drink some milk. I make him lie on the bed, and his face brightens. I lie beside him, facing him, and lift my kurta to breastfeed him. After he's finished, I adjust my clothes, but he touches the other breast and says,

"This one." I lie on the other side and hand him this one as Aviraj enters the room and throws the towel at me. I raise my brow at his actions, but he smiles and gives me a flying kiss. I hiss as Moli digs his nails into the side of my breast. I clasp his hands and say,