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Five Years Later...

A three-year-old toddler sat on a king-sized bed, her tiny legs crossed as she busily worked on her father's face. Anubhav lay still beside her, eyes shut, allowing his daughter to have her way. Her focus was unwavering as she meticulously applied makeup, her little fingers moving with all the seriousness in the world.

The wine-red lipstick was adorably smudged across his lips, with streaks creeping around his moustache, while baby-pink blush stained his cheeks, growing darker with each enthusiastic dab. His silky hair had been gathered into a tiny palm-tree sprout on top of his head, giving him a look that was both ridiculous and endearing. A playful mix of green and yellow eyeshadow adorned his eyelids, applied with the artistry of a toddler.

"Dadda, don't move! Walna kajal face par lag jayega!" Dhvani scolded sweetly, her brows furrowing in concentration as she touched his eyelids, causing him to flinch.

"Sorry, baby!" Anubhav pouted, his lipstick-smudged lips making the expression all the more comical.

"Okay!" She sighed, refocusing on her task with renewed determination.

Just then, Haseena entered the room, fresh from the shower, her wet hair cascading over her shoulders. She stopped in her tracks, eyes widening at the chaotic scene before her. Her makeup kit was scattered across the bed and floor, and her gaze settled on her husband, who was now a masterpiece of toddler creativity.

Tiptoeing closer, her initial shock softened into a warm smile. The sight of Anubhav; her strong, stoic husband, reduced to a canvas by their little girl melted her heart.

"Bada sher bante the sabke samne, aur ab beti ke aage dum hilti hi nahi hai..." she giggled softly, pulling out her phone to capture the moment.

"Haseena...!" Anubhav's deep voice startled her, and she quickly hid her phone behind her back.

"Kya hua?" She asked innocently, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Jo tum kar rahi thi, mat karna... warna Dhvani ke makeup class ke baad hum tumhari class lagayenge.."  He warned, his tone serious but the playful smirk tugging at his lips betrayed him.

"Dadda, baad mein baat karna!" Dhvani said sternly, gently applying the eyeliner with the precision only a child could muster.

"Bacche, ab ho gaya kya?" Anubhav asked, his lips forming a cute pout that only emphasized the already comical lipstick smeared on his face.

"Bas do second...!" Dhvani replied, focused as ever, finishing her work.

"Baby, makeup toh ho gaya, par makeup ke baad Dadda ki pictures bhi toh leni padegi na... warna sabko kaise pata chalega aap best makeup artist ho!" Haseena chimed in, her teasing smile growing as she glanced at her husband.

"Haan, Mumma!" Dhvani's face lit up at the idea.

"Bilkul nhi!" Anubhav protested firmly.

"Dekho Dhvani, aapke Dadda mana kar rahe hain... He doesn't love us anymore..." Haseena made a dramatic, exaggerated crying face, drawing Dhvani into the act. The little girl looked at her father with wide, innocent eyes, then mirrored her mother's expression.

"Dadda..." Dhvani whined, making the cutest puppy-dog face imaginable.

Anubhav was helpless. "Par..." He hesitated, but as both mother and daughter batted their eyelashes at him, he sighed in defeat. "Okay..."