𝐉𝐚𝐚𝐧 : 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Bonus Chapter-1

•Siddhart! Siddhesh!•
▪︎Author's Pov▪︎

After 4 years

Ashvik stirred from his sleep with a soft hiss, his lashes fluttering open. As his vision cleared, his gaze fell on the most precious sight-his wife, his love, Amaira Ashvik Romano Rai Singhania-curled up against his chest, her face nuzzled into him like she belonged nowhere else.

A tender smile tugged at his lips as he gently brushed a few strands of hair away from her face. But the moment of peace was interrupted by a soft pout on her lips, followed by a faint wince in her sleep. He chuckled quietly, his eyes dropping to his chest where a fresh bite mark bloomed-a new one, courtesy of his lovely wife.

She had developed this strange little habit since her second pregnancy-biting him in her sleep. And though it baffled him at first, now it only made him fall harder for her.

Grabbing his phone from the nightstand, he glanced at the time. 11:00 AM. He sighed, slowly and carefully replacing his body with a pillow. Amaira immediately clutched it, snuggling into the substitute as if sensing no difference. He glared at the pillow, silently jealous.

Suddenly, Amaira let out a soft hiss, her palm resting protectively on her swollen eight-month baby bump. Ashvik's gaze followed, landing on the curve of her stomach. He couldn't help but smile.

Their daughter had clearly sensed his absence.

Leaning down, he brought his face close to Amaira's belly and whispered softly,
"Don't wake your Mumma up, Princess. Papa will be right back in a second."

He pressed a loving kiss to the bump, a warm feeling blooming in his chest, before silently leaving the room-leaving behind his sleepy queen and the little princess growing safely inside her.

Letting them both drift back into peace, wrapped in dreams and love.

🦄

Ashvik stepped into the hallway, his brows knitting slightly. It was... silent.

Too silent.

His eyes scanned the corridor, and a strange unease settled in his chest. This much peace in the mansion felt unfamiliar-unnatural even. Because peace had long packed its bags and left the day they arrived.

The Twins.

Four years ago, this place knew calm. Now? He barely remembered what that word meant.

He still remembered the nickname he gave them when they were just little kicks inside Amaira's womb-Minions. Back then, he had no idea how accurate that name would turn out to be. Now, those two were the literal embodiment of chaos. Walking, talking whirlwinds of trouble.

They never stayed in one place for more than two minutes. The moment you thought they were playing quietly, they were probably painting the walls, stuffing remote controls in the fridge, or trying to "fix" the chandelier with their plastic hammer.

At just three years old, his twins had made him-Ashvik Rai Singhania-cry. Cry. The same man who once struck fear in boardrooms and rivals alike, now left helpless in front of two tiny terrors in mismatched socks and jelly-stained t-shirts.

And to top it all off, he couldn't even discipline them.

Because they weren't scared of him.

To them, he wasn't "Dad" in the traditional sense. No. He was "Papa Buddy." Their partner-in-crime, their punching bag, their human test dummy for all the genius (read: disastrous) ideas they cooked up. And if one of those genius plans went south? They'd flash him those puppy eyes, and he'd end up tattling to Amaira like a kindergartner.