Mrs Singhania: A Saga Of Unconditional Love

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Agastya pov :

My life was a vast, colourless desert, stretching endlessly, barren and dry, where the sun shone fiercely yet offered no warmth. A barren landscape devoid of laughter, joy, or the sweet whisper of a smile; I wandered through it as a lone figure in a twilight world, surrounded by everything I owned but feeling the emptiness gnaw at my soul. I had vowed never to let anyone in-to keep my heart encased in walls of resilience, untouched by vulnerability.

But then, like a rare, blooming oasis in the heart of the desert, Shivani appeared. She was the gentle rain that dared to kiss the parched earth, transforming my desolation. My life, once a dark canvas painted with the hues of regret and shadows of the past, began to shimmer with the brilliance of her light. In her presence, I found hope-a drop of white that splashed vibrant colour across my existence.

With each moment spent with her, my dark sky transformed, as if she were the artist who sprinkled starlight across my night, weaving constellations of joy amidst the once-blank spaces of my heart. She was my khajur , the sweet fruit of life that turned my barren tree into a blossoming sanctuary, filled with laughter and dreams that danced like stars, illuminating my soul with the richness of love I never believed I could embrace.

She was the woman who I yearned for years, she was the woman that healed my every wound, she was the woman who lightened up my dark life. I would never get enough of her innocence, boldness and cuteness. Fuck, the possessiveness rans towards my spine thinking about my wife and children. I would chop off the head of the person who dared to hurt them.

"Agastya"

My trance was broken when I looked at my front where my wife was sitting on the bed with a pout. My khajur looked so ravishing in cotton red saree that it made me adjust my pants. Fuck her innocence.

"Agastya, dekhiye na yeh soh he nahi rahi hai"

(Agastya, look she is not sleeping)

She said in a crying voice and looked at me helplessly. I chuckled, going towards my two baby girls, one big one and my second little one.

"Kya hua mere bache ?"

(What happened to my child ?)

I said in a loving tone, taking my little warrior into my arms. She was just three months old but still ruling the whole house. She always annoys Shivani all the time. She laughed after irritating her mummy successfully. She clearly loves to stay with Rudra as he always brought her alot of toys and teddy. My angel is daddy's girl just like her mom.

"Kyun tang karte ho meri biwi ko, you know right she is the overthinking queen agar aap nahi sambhle jaate she overthink that she is not a good mother"

(Why do you irritate my wife ? You know right she is the overthinking queen and if she can't handle you well she thinks that she is not a good mother)

I said, pinching my little angel's cheeks and taking her towards the toy room. She giggled hearing my complaint like she was laughing at her mummy.

"Aap has rahe ho aur aapki mummy rohti hai aise nahi karte bacha, now sleep"

(You are laughing while your mother cries for you so don't do this my child, now sleep)

I said kissing her forehead and she closed her eyes immediately like she understands my words. After delivery, Shivani was really insecure about her looks as she was having a huge amount of hairfall, scratch marks on her thighs and belly, swollen breast, some wrinkles on her eyes and gaining some weight.

I know that a lot of women go through post pregnancy depression. I know how hard it is for a woman to go through these changes when society already puts a Beauty standard for women. The husband needs patience with their wife. You know, people think that women are the hardest gender to understand but they are wrong. Women are like water, they are transparent. You just need patience to let the water stay still and look at what is inside it.