A Tale Of Hidden Scars ✔️

Epilogue

5 years later

It was a typical morning in the Ayan-Ashta household, filled with chaos and laughter. The sun had barely risen, casting a warm glow over the room, but the energy was already electric.

Ansh and Anaya, the mischievous four-year-old twins, were running wildly through the hallway, their tiny feet pounding the floor. Their joyful giggles echoed through the air, infectious and carefree.

Their father, Ayan, chased after them, his patience wearing thin. "Stop! Get dressed for school!" he pleaded, his voice laced with exasperation.

But the siblings were relentless, darting and weaving around furniture with ease. They teased their father with gleeful shouts, their eyes sparkling with mischief.

Ayan's frustration mounted, his voice rising. "Ashta, dekho! Tumne do do carbon piece bana rakhi hai aapni!" (Ashta, look! You've created two carbon copies of yourself!)

Just then, Ashta, the superwoman, burst into the room. Her whirlwind entrance was a testament to her boundless energy and efficiency. She swooped in, scooping up the errant duo in one swift motion.

"Enough, my little munchkins!" Ashta exclaimed, her voice firm but playful. "Time to get ready for school!"

Ansh and Anaya squealed, their eyes shining with excitement. Ashta effortlessly corralled them, her movements a blur as she herded them toward the bathroom.

"Brush your teeth, Ansh! Anaya, let Mommy comb your hair!" Ashta instructed, her voice a gentle breeze on a summer day.

The children obeyed, their chatter filling the air. Ashta helped them into their tiny uniforms, her hands moving with practiced ease.

Ayan watched, amazed, as his wife transformed chaos into order. "How do you do it?" he asked, his voice filled with admiration.

Ashta smiled, her eyes sparkling. "Supermom powers, activated!" she declared, winking at her husband.

The family shared laughter, their bond strengthened by the morning's antics. Ansh and Anaya hugged Ashta tightly.

"Love you, Mommy!" they chimed, their tiny voices filled with gratitude.

Ayan wrapped his arms around them, pulling them into a tight hug. "Love you all," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

The chaotic morning transformed into warm harmony, the Ayan-Ashta clan ready to tackle another day with laughter, love, and superparenting.

Ashta handed Ayan a steaming cup of coffee. "For the superhero dad," she said, smiling.

Ayan grinned, taking a sip. "You're the real superhero, Ashta."

Ashta expertly navigated breakfast, coaxing Ansh and Anaya to eat their pancakes.

"Eat, beta, or you'll be hungry!" Ashta encouraged.

Ansh made a funny face.

"I no wanna eat, Mommy!" Ansh exclaimed.

Anaya chimed in.

"Mommy, Ansh no like pancakes!"

Ashta chuckled.

"Okay, okay! What do you want?"

Ansh's eyes sparkled.

"Pawncakes wif stwawbewwies!"

Anaya giggled.

"Yay, stwawbewwies!"

Ashta laughed.

"Strawberries it is!"