Nazar Ko Nazar Ki Nazar Na Lage Koi Achaa Bhi Iss Kadar Na Lage Tujhe Dekha Hai Iss Nazar Se, Jis Nazar Se Tujhe Nazar Na Lage
After two years
Rudra's pov
I slowly opened my eyes after what felt like the longest night of my life of love making. The warmth of her body still pressed against mine, her head resting on my chest. I tried to shift, but the weight of her small frame held me in place. I smiled to myself. Avni was curled up on top of me, sleeping peacefully, her breathing soft and steady. I leaned down and kissed her forehead gently, trying not to wake her.
But she stirred at the touch, slowly opening her eyes and gazing up at me, a sleepy smile tugging at her lips.
"Good morning," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath.
"Good Morning, sweetheart," I replied, my hand moving up to stroke her hair. "How are you feeling after last night?"
Her cheeks flushed at the memory, and I couldn't help but chuckle. We spent a few quiet moments talking about our night, when a light knock interrupted our conversation.
"Mamma, baby brother is crying!" came the small but urgent voice of Driti from the other side of the door.
Avni sighed and pulled herself up, sliding out of bed carefully. She walked over to the door and crouched down on her knees, opening it just enough to peek through.
"What happened, Driti?" she asked softly, her motherly concern clear in her tone.
"Avi mamma, Dhurv poked his finger in his eye, and now he's crying," Driti explained, her little face scrunched in frustration.
Dhruv? Yes, my son.
I couldn’t help but laugh at the image. My baby boy, already getting into trouble. I imagined him poking his tiny finger in his eye, wailing for attention, and buried my face in the pillow to muffle the sound of my laughter.
But before I knew it, I felt a sharp tap on my shoulder. I looked up and saw Avni standing there, her hands on her hips, staring at me with a mock scowl.
"Why are you laughing like that?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I’m not!" I said, shaking my head and grinning as I tried to hold back another chuckle.
She rolled her eyes but smiled, and just then, I heard the soft patter of hands and knees on the floor. I turned my head, and there he was, my little boy, Dhruv, crawling towards us, his face red from crying. He was making his way to our room, and it only made me laugh again, though this time more from the overwhelming love I felt for both my children.
I reached down and scooped Dhruv up in my arms, holding him close as he clung to me. "Come here, champ," I whispered, feeling Avni sit down beside me, a soft smile now on her face as she watched us.
We might have been interrupted, but these moments... these were what life was really about.
As I held Dhruv close, his tiny body snuggled into my chest, the sound of his soft sniffles fading away, I glanced over at Avni. She was sitting next to me, leaning back against the bed, watching us with that same soft smile. There was something in her eyes a tenderness that made my chest tighten.
