Tangled hearts in love

Epilogue

After a long and hectic day at the office, Vansh returned home, snapping the door open. He placed his office bag on the table and sank onto the sofa. Rubbing his forehead vigorously to ease the work-induced tension, he sighed deeply and closed his eyes.

As his hand brushed against his temple, he felt something cold and metallic. His eyes flew open, realizing he had touched the edge of a gun. Vansh gasped as beads of sweat formed on his forehead.

"Mr. Firestorm, surrender for the crime you've committed, or I'll shoot you!" A childish, spooky voice startled him, prompting him to turn his head.

"Hansika! Why are you playing with a gun?" Vansh exclaimed, attempting to grab the toy gun from the little girl.

"You committed a big crime. Mrs. Firestorm is crying because of you," Hansika declared, her tone serious for her age, making Vansh stand up straight in alarm.

He raised his eyebrows, silently asking where Riddhima was. Hansika pointed her tiny finger toward the kitchen. Vansh hurriedly made his way there.

In the kitchen, he found Riddhima eating French fries, tears brimming in her eyes.

"Riddhima!" Vansh panicked, rushing to her side. "What happened? Why are you crying?"

Riddhima looked up at him, her face glowing yet visibly emotional. Her appearance had changed completely. She had gained weight, especially around her lower tummy.

Yes, Riddhima was eight months pregnant. Her glowing skin and chubby cheeks added to her radiant beauty.

"I want something sweet," Riddhima sobbed, leaning into Vansh for a side embrace.

Her growing baby bump made it impossible to hug him as tightly as she used to.

Meanwhile, Hansika, distracted, ran off to chase Caesar, the family dog, in the backyard.

Vansh gently led Riddhima from the kitchen to the living room and helped her settle comfortably on the sofa. Sitting next to her with a bowl of hot French fries, he tried to console her.

"I need something sweet," Riddhima pleaded with innocent eyes, making Vansh fall even deeper in love with his wife.

"You can have me," Vansh teased, earning a glare from her.

"Stop your bad jokes! I need something sweet," Riddhima demanded, her tone firm, causing Vansh to chuckle.

Riddhima grabbed a handful of French fries from the bowl resting on Vansh's lap. While she ate, Vansh rummaged through his office bag.

"To me, our kisses are the sweetest thing in the world," Vansh said playfully, trying to annoy her.

"You're a terrible husband! You can't even fulfill your wife's cravings during pregnancy!" Riddhima scolded, making Vansh laugh.

"Vansh!" she yelled as he pulled out a chocolate bar from his bag.

"I don't want this chocolate," she declared with a pout.

Raising an eyebrow, Vansh asked, "What do you want then?"

"I need dark chocolate," she replied in a challenging tone.

Without missing a beat, Vansh reached into his office bag again and pulled out a bar of dark chocolate, stunning Riddhima.

Unwrapping the chocolate, he broke off a piece and fed it to her. At the beginning of her pregnancy, Vansh had struggled with her mood swings, but now he had become an expert. His office bag no longer carried laptops or documents—it was now stocked with snacks for Riddhima's cravings.