𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐒

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The soft morning light filtered through the gauzy curtains, painting the room in a warm, golden glow. I stirred from my slumber, consciousness slowly seeping in as the gentle sound of laughter tickled my ears. Blinking away the last vestiges of sleep, I propped myself up on my elbows, my vision gradually focusing on the heartwarming scene before me.

There, bathed in the gentle sunlight, sat my husband on the plush leather couch. In his strong arms, he cradled our son Rudra, whose infectious giggles filled the air like music. At their feet, a playful puppy scampered about, his tiny paws pattering against the hardwood floor. Rudra's eyes sparkled with delight as he watched the furry bundles of energy, his chubby hands reaching out to touch him.

Abhimaan, ever the gentle giant, His large hand delicately stroked one puppy's head, eliciting a happy tail wag that sent Rudra into another fit of giggles. The sight of my boys - both big and small - filled my heart with an indescribable warmth.

As if sensing my gaze, Maan's eyes met mine across the room. A slow, tender smile spread across his face, lighting up his ruggedly handsome features. He mouthed a silent "Good morning," his eyes conveying a depth of love that words could never fully capture. I returned his smile, feeling a flutter in my chest that, even after all this time, his presence still evoked.

Suddenly, Rudra's gaze shifted to me, his cherubic face lighting up with recognition. "Mumma!" he called out, his voice filled with pure joy and excitement. My smile widened, heart swelling with love for my precious little one.

With graceful movements, Maan rose from the couch, Rudra secure in his arms. He crossed the room in a few long strides, the puppy trailing behind . Gently, he placed Rudra on the bed beside me before taking a seat himself, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight.

Rudra, full of morning energy, crawled towards me with determination. His tiny hands gripped my shoulder for support as he pulled himself up, standing on wobbly legs. Without warning, he leaned in, peppering my cheeks with wet, enthusiastic kisses. I couldn't help but giggle at his adorable display of affection, the sound mingling with his own gleeful laughter.

"Good morning to you too, baccha," I cooed, my voice soft with motherly love. "Mumma loves you so much." I returned his kisses, my lips brushing against his soft, chubby cheeks. Rudra, in his excitement, began to playfully suck on my cheek, causing another wave of laughter to bubble up from within me.

Suddenly, I felt Maan's strong arms encircle us both. With playful possessiveness, he gently pulled Rudra away, setting him down on the bed a short distance away. In one fluid motion, he slid closer to me, his arm snaking around my waist and drawing me against his solid chest. I looked up at him, amused by the mock challenge in his eyes as he gazed at Rudra.

"Your kissing time is over for the day," Maan declared, his deep voice tinged with playful authority. "Now, I'll be the only one kissing my wife." To emphasize his point, he pressed a warm kiss to my cheek, his lips lingering for a moment longer than necessary.