Five Years Later,
Five years had passed since Aryansh and Adhriti had taken their vows, promising to stand by each other through all of life’s twists and turns. Their journey together had been nothing short of beautiful, filled with laughter, a few tears, and the kind of love that only deepens with time.
Their home was now filled with the joyful chaos of two young children. Miraya, their four-year-old daughter, was a whirlwind of energy and mischief. Despite her playful antics, she was incredibly sensible, often surprising her parents with her thoughtful questions and observations. Mahir, their six-month-old son, was the latest addition to their family—a chubby, smiling baby who brought even more light into their lives.
The day started early in the Gupta household. The soft rays of the morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room where Adhriti was trying to coax Mahir back to sleep after his early morning feed. The little boy, with his big, curious eyes, was more interested in grabbing at his mother’s hair than going back to sleep.
“Shh, Mahir,” Adhriti whispered, smiling down at him as she gently rocked him in her arms. “It’s still too early for playtime, sweetheart.”
Mahir gurgled in response, his tiny hand reaching up to pat her cheek. Adhriti couldn’t help but chuckle, her heart swelling with love. She had never imagined that motherhood would bring so much joy—and so little sleep. But every sleepless night was worth it when she looked into her son’s eyes.
Just then, the door to the bedroom creaked open, and Miraya’s head peeked in. Her big eyes were wide with excitement, and she tiptoed into the room with exaggerated stealth, holding a drawing in her hand.
“Mumma, Mahir bhaiya so gaya?” she whispered loudly, her whisper not really a whisper at all.
Adhriti smiled, gesturing for her to come closer. “Nahi, beta. He’s still awake. Kya baat hai, Miru?”
Miraya climbed onto the bed, settling herself next to her mother. “Mumma, dekho, maine Mahir ke liye drawing banayi,” she said, holding up her artwork proudly. It was a colorful, slightly abstract depiction of their family, with Mahir represented by a tiny scribble in her arms.
“It’s beautiful, Miru,” Adhriti said, planting a kiss on her daughter’s head. “Mahir ko bohot pasand aayegi.”
“Main usko dungi,” Miraya declared, leaning over to show the drawing to her baby brother, who reached out with a delighted squeal.
As Adhriti watched her two children together, her heart filled with a deep sense of contentment. This was what life was all about—these small, precious moments of love and connection.
Meanwhile, Aryansh was at the hospital, making his rounds. The past five years had seen him grow into a well-respected cardiologist, known not just for his skill, but for his compassion towards his patients. Despite his busy schedule, he always made sure to keep in touch with Adhriti throughout the day, sharing small updates and checking in on the kids.
After a long day at work, he finally headed home, his thoughts drifting to his family. He couldn’t wait to see them, to hear about Miraya’s day at play school and to hold Mahir in his arms.
As the evening settled in, Aryansh returned home to the familiar sounds of laughter and playful chaos. Miraya was sitting on the living room floor with her toys spread around her, deep in conversation with her dolls.
“Aryansh, tum aa gaye?” Adhriti called out from the kitchen, where she was preparing dinner. “Miru, papa ko hello kaho.”
Miraya looked up with a big smile, abandoning her dolls to run towards her father. “Papa!” she squealed, launching herself into his arms. “Aaj school mein humne drawing banayi thi. Aur maine Mahir bhaiya ke liye bhi banayi.”
“Really? Mujhe dikhana zaroor,” Aryansh said, lifting her up and spinning her around, making her giggle. “Aap toh bohot smart ho gaye ho, Miru.”
Miraya giggled again, pleased with the compliment. “Papa, aap ne kaam jaldi khatam kiya?” she asked, looking at him with wide eyes.
“Haan, beta,” Aryansh replied, carrying her to the kitchen. “Mujhe apni princess ke saath time jo spend karna tha.”
Adhriti smiled as she watched them, her heart swelling with love. Aryansh walked over to her, placing a kiss on her forehead. “And I missed you too,” he whispered, making her blush.
“Missed you too,” she murmured back, before turning to check on Mahir, who was cooing happily in his baby chair.
The evening passed in a blur of laughter, dinner, and bedtime stories. Miraya, after much protest, was finally tucked into bed, her eyelids drooping as Aryansh read her favorite story for the third time that night.
“Papa, kal school ke baad hum ice cream khane chalenge?” she mumbled sleepily, snuggling into her blanket.
“Bilkul, princess,” Aryansh promised, kissing her forehead. “Ab so jao. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, papa,” she murmured, drifting off to sleep.
With the kids finally asleep, Aryansh and Adhriti retreated to their bedroom, the peaceful quiet of the night settling around them. They slipped into bed, the familiar comfort of each other’s presence soothing after a long day.
“Today was a good day,” Aryansh said, pulling Adhriti closer. “But I missed spending time with you.”
“I missed you too,” she replied softly, resting her head on his chest. “You know, sometimes I still can’t believe this is our life. It feels like just yesterday we were getting married, and now we have two beautiful children.”
Aryansh smiled, his hand gently tracing patterns on her arm. “Time flies when you’re with the one you love. And I love you more every day, Adhriti.”
She looked up at him, her eyes shining with love. “I love you too, Aaru. You’ve given me everything I could have ever dreamed of.”
He leaned down, capturing her lips in a soft, lingering kiss. “I’ll always be here, giving you everything I have. You, Miraya, and Mahir—you three are my world.”
As they lay there, wrapped up in each other, the house around them quiet and peaceful, they knew that whatever challenges the future might bring, they would face them together, with love as their guiding light.
THE END
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Okay so it's the end but but ..........ek aur nyi story aayigi
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2.KAVYA × SURBHI
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