𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞: 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓

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After three months>>>

Aarohi POV:

Three months had passed in the blink of an eye, and I was happier than I ever thought possible.

My life had become a perfect rhythm—waking up to Ajju smothering me with kisses every morning, managing two big companies during the day, spending precious moments with Aryan and our family in the evening, and ending the night wrapped in my husband's arms.

Sometimes we'd cuddle until we both drifted off, and other nights, he'd make sweet love to me, staying inside me until morning.

I couldn't help but laugh at how he'd whine when I told him to take it out. He'd always mumble, "It's warm inside," as if he is truly addicted to that closeness.

Just like today, I am still lying in bed, hugging my big bear as he clung to me, whining about how he didn't want to leave.

"Just five more minutes, baby, please," he begged, burying his face in my neck.

I rolled my eyes, though a smile tugged at my lips. "Ajju, come on! I have two big companies to handle, and it's my turn to drop Aryan off at school today. Let me go."

He groaned as he finally pulled out, making me hiss at the sudden sensation. Immediately, he showered me with kisses, making me giggle.

That's just how he is—always sweet and full of love, even in the smallest moments. Without a word, he lifted me up and carried me to the bathroom, helping me shower—only helping, you naughty fellows. No dirty tricks this time, in case you were wondering.

After getting dressed, I found Ajju already changing the sheets in our room. He kissed my forehead gently. "Let me make breakfast, baby. You go check on our little devil."

I nodded, giggling to myself. Aryan had become such a little devil for everyone lately. He was the brattiest when it came to teasing the three poor old men—Baba, Papa, and Chachu.

And whenever Dhruv, Proxy, Sanju, or Myra came over, Aryan's mischief would reach a new level. But poor Krish had it the worst—Aryan took special delight in tormenting him, always full of sass and tricks.

Yet, when it came to me and Ajju, Aryan was the most innocent, obedient boy you could imagine, acting like a little angel. Well he is my little angel.

I opened Aryan's door and saw him already dressed in his uniform, struggling with his tie.

I walked in with a smile and said, "Aww, my Moonpie is all ready for school," as I helped him with his tie, gently fixing it into place.

I kissed his forehead and brushed his hair neatly, marveling at how much he had grown. "You're already in the 8th grade, Aryan. How fast you're growing up."

He giggled, looking up at me with those bright, mischievous eyes. "But I'll always be little in your eyes, Maa. So why do you bother if I grow up, hmm?"

My heart swelled with love at his words, and I couldn't help but hug him tightly. "You're right, Moonpie. You'll always be my little one."

No matter how fast time flew, moments like these with my boys—my family—were the ones I would cherish forever.

We had breakfast together as usual, with Ajju shouting at Aryan for not wanting to drink his milk.

It had become their morning routine—Aryan whining, and Ajju scolding him, pretending to be strict but secretly enjoying the banter. It never failed to make me smile.

"All the best for your new academic year, my baby," I said, kissing Aryan's forehead before he hopped out of the car.

He gave me a thumbs up and grinned, "See you in the evening, Maa!" With that, he ran off, full of excitement for his first day back at school.