Let's see how different personalities mends with each other to form a beautifull bond together.
Where the Eldest is calm and cold, Second is aggressive and Youngest is naughty. But, the common trait between the brothers is the "love" they have for...
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CHAPTER 003
Siya slept peacefully beside her baby, while her husband lay awake, quietly admiring her and their son under the gentle glow of the moonlight. Once, that moonlight had been his solace but ever since he met her, it had only reminded him of her. If she allowed it, he would watch her day and night without pause.
Her beautiful face, though slightly exhausted, still took his breath away. Her fingers were gently wrapped around their baby's tiny hand. He couldn't deny that their little boy now had all of Siya's attention but was he complaining? Not at all. He was happy.
Happy to be with his Siya, with his little shadow Avyansh, with his mischievous little bandar, their wives, and their own little versions running through the house, filling it with laughter.
He felt full. Whole. Surrounded by love, in the warmth of his family, his comfort zone, His Bhanushali household.
He brushed a soft strand of her hair behind her ear which always dared to fall in the way when he tried to admire her. His fingers lingered, knuckles lightly grazing her cheek. A small smile tugged at his lips as she stirred in her sleep, only to snuggle even closer to the little vamsh.
The steady rhythm of her soft snores blended with the beating of his heart. He looked over at their son, peacefully nestled between them. He was his mirror image as if seeing his little version.
His heart swelled at the sight , the woman he loved beyond words, and the life they'd created together.
It was 4:37 in the morning, and Reyansh had been awake since 4 a.m. He leaned over the bed and gently kissed Siya's forehead, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. Then, he placed a tender kiss on the tiny forehead of his son, Vansh, who lay curled up beside her. Smiling to himself, Reyansh quietly climbed out of bed, careful not to wake them.
His footsteps were light as he made his way to the washroom. He splashed cold water on his face, and went through his usual routine. Feeling refreshed, he walked to the balcony, sliding the door open slowly to not let the creak disturb the peace of the early morning.
The air outside was cool and crisp, He inhaled deeply, the fresh (polluted) air. He unrolled his yoga mat on the balcony floor, settling into a cross-legged position. But just a few minutes into his practice, he felt a small, warm presence climb onto his lap. Surprised, he opened his eyes and looked down.
Vansh, still half-asleep, had wandered out with sleepy eyes and a soft pout, somehow managing to find his father. He now sat cozily in Reyansh's lap, eyes barely open.
A smile crept onto Reyansh's face as his son snuggled against him. He wrapped an arm around the little boy, gently patting his back. He buried his face in his father's chest, letting out a small, content hum. Then came the sleepy voice, muffled and adorable "Papa... chellpy (sleepy)."
