RadhaKrishn

Forever and Always

Radha's Pov

The golden hues of the setting sun bathed our home in warmth, a soft breeze carrying the scent of roses from the garden. The years had been kind to us, filling our lives with love, laughter, and a sense of peace I once thought impossible.

I sat on the veranda, my hand resting gently over my swollen belly. The rhythmic kicks of our twins were a constant reminder of the beautiful chaos waiting to unfold.

"Careful, Aavi!" I called out as I watched my ten-year-old son chase his younger brother across the lawn.

Aavi, our firstborn—not by birth, but by heart—had grown into a strong, kindhearted boy. He had Krishna's sharp mind and fierce protectiveness, and though he wasn't ours by blood, he was every bit ours in love. Ansh, our six-year-old, was his mirror in mischief but carried my warmth in his smile.

Krishna appeared beside me, his presence as steady as ever. He kneeled before me, his hand covering mine over my belly. His touch sent a familiar warmth through me, one that had never faded over the years.

"How are my little devils?" he asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

"They are definitely your children," I teased, wincing slightly as one delivered a particularly strong kick.

Krishna chuckled, leaning in to press a kiss to my stomach. "Strong, just like their mother," he murmured. Then, his gaze lifted to mine, filled with that same love, that same unwavering devotion he had always given me. "Are you okay, Rose?"

I smiled at the name only he called me. "I'm perfect," I whispered. And I meant it.

Aavi and Ansh ran up to us, their laughter filling the air as they threw themselves into Krishna's arms. He caught them effortlessly, their giggles echoing through the garden.

"Papa, did you see? I won the race!" Ansh declared proudly.

"Not fair! He cheated!" Aavi argued, ruffling his brother's hair.

Krishna laughed, shaking his head. "Both of you are my winners."

As I watched them, my heart swelled. This was my life now.

A family built on love, trust, and the promise of forever.

Krishna turned back to me, his gaze soft. "Do you know how much I love you?"

I nodded, emotion thick in my throat. "As much as I love you."

He leaned in, brushing his lips over mine, a kiss filled with every moment, every promise, every dream we had built together.

And as our children's laughter surrounded us, as the sun dipped below the horizon, I knew—this was our happily ever after.

Not a fairytale. Not a perfect story.

But ours.

And it was more than enough.