Shubman Gill is an extraordinary cricketer, renowned for his exceptional skills on the field. Blessed with a supportive family and basking in the glow of well-earned fame, he enjoys a life of luxury and wealth. Despite all these accolades, there is...
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Five years had passed and their lives had been blessed with the arrival of their son, Aarush Shubman Gill. Aarush, now four years old, was a perfect blend of his parents—he had Sara's striking features but inherited Shubman's charming dimples, making him the spitting image of both.
One sunny afternoon, Shubman picked Aarush up from school right after his practice. As they reached home, Sara had just returned from a case in Delhi. The moment Aarush saw his mother, his eyes lit up, and he sprinted towards her, his little arms outstretched.
"Mumma, I missed you!" Aarush exclaimed, his voice filled with pure joy.
Sara's heart melted as she scooped him up into her arms, showering his cheeks with kisses. "I missed you too, Aaru," she said, her voice soft and full of affection.
Shubman stood by the door, watching the heartwarming reunion with a smile on his face. "I'll go and change," he said, giving Sara a quick peck on the cheek.
Sara nodded, her attention still focused on Aarush, who was eagerly telling her about his day at school. Shubman went upstairs, freshened up, and when he came back down, he found Sara and Aarush sitting on the couch, deep in conversation. Aarush was animatedly talking, his little hands gesturing wildly as he recounted his day.
Shubman walked over and sat down next to Sara, leaning his head on her shoulder. "Tired?" Sara asked, her hand gently stroking his hair.
Shubman let out a contented hum in response. But just as he was getting comfortable, Aarush decided he wanted all of his mother's attention. With a determined little push, he nudged Shubman's head off Sara's shoulder and replaced it with his own.
"My mumma," Aarush declared, his voice full of childish possessiveness as he cuddled closer to Sara.
Shubman chuckled at his son's antics. "My wife," he countered playfully, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
Aarush wasn't having it. He shook his head vigorously, his tiny brow furrowing in defiance. "No, she's my mumma!"
Shubman grinned, leaning in closer. "Before she was your mumma, she was my wife, Mr. Aarush."
Aarush pouted, clearly not pleased with this logic. "But now she's my mumma, Papa."
Sara laughed at the adorable exchange between her boys, her heart swelling with love. She wrapped one arm around Shubman and the other around Aarush, pulling them both close. "How about I'm both—your mumma and your wife?"
Aarush considered this for a moment before nodding in agreement, satisfied with the compromise. Shubman just smiled, his heart full as he looked at his little family, feeling like the luckiest man in the world.
The three of them stayed like that for a while, wrapped up in each other's warmth, enjoying the simple but profound happiness of being together.
As they sat down for lunch, Sara placed the plates on the table and called Aarush over. Usually, Aarush would run straight to Sara, eager for her to feed him. But today was different. To everyone's surprise, Aarush walked over to Shubman, tugged at his sleeve, and said, "Papa, you feed me today."
