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“Thanks for loving me so much,” I murmur.
“You want to thank me? Come home soon. Love you.”
“I love you more.”
I disconnect the call and return to work, feeling relaxed after talking to Vikram.
An hour later, I'm ready to leave. I have my own car, though I don't drive it. Vikram hired a professional bodyguard and driver to take me to and from work, both here and in New York, ensuring my safety at all times. I wait for the traffic to clear, eager to get home and see my little ones.
As soon as the car parks at Ratna Mahal, I hurry to the living room. There they are—my babies, Aarav and Aashi. They're 18 months old now, playing with their toys and grandparents. Mom and Dad bring them to the living room around this time, knowing I'll be home soon. As always, when they see me, they run towards me.
I drop my bags and kneel to embrace them. One hug and the mother in me is satisfied. It was both tough and thrilling when the doctor confirmed I was pregnant with twins. Vikram always wanted more children, and we were blessed with two at once.
The pregnancy was difficult. I was weak carrying twins, so my diet was completely changed. The family kept me in bed for months until the doctor confirmed everything was fine, then I was allowed to do some work from home. I enjoyed my pregnancy so much, I could write a book about it.
Aarav is a bit heavier than Aashi, who's slender like me. But both are healthy. Touchwood.
“Mumma,” Aarav kisses me first, then Aashi kisses my other cheek.
Aarav immediately makes a face seeing his sister kissing me. He has taken after his father in his possessiveness for me. I try to carry them both, and though they're heavy, I lift them and sit on the couch with them on my lap.
“How are my babies doing?” I ask.
They start telling me about their playtime in their kiddish tones, half of which I don’t understand.
“Maahi,” Mom approaches. “Your son is becoming naughty. And Aashi is no less.”
I laugh.
“They take after their father, for sure,” I tease.
“Excuse me?”
There he is—my husband, the love of my life. Aashi hops onto his lap as soon as he sits next to me.
“Daddy’s girl.” I mutter.
“Just like Aarav is Mumma’s boy,” Vikram replies.
He kisses Aashi’s head before turning to me. “Did you mean I was naughty?”
“You still are,” I tease further.
He gives me a warning smile, which is exactly what I was waiting for. Whenever he smiles like that, I know he's planning to tease me when we're alone in the bedroom. I can't wait. Since we had twins, it took six months before Vikram and I made love again. I was too exhausted, mentally and physically, but Vikram was always understanding and supportive.
Once we started again, there was no stopping. We've expanded our bedroom in both the New York penthouse and Ratna Mahal, connecting two rooms with a small door we keep open in case Aarav or Aashi wakes up at night. Thankfully, they sleep well and wake up only in the morning after us.
“Tea is here,” Daadi says, coming out with Dad, who helped her make our special evening tea. Aashi hops down from Vikram's arms to play, and Aarav follows him. Our kids are our world, and seeing them so attached to each other, always looking out for one another, makes us smile and feel at ease.
VIKRAM
Life couldn’t be more beautiful than it is now. The arrival of our twins has brought new energy to all of us. I've never seen Mom and Dad so involved in babysitting. Sometimes I have to remind Dad about his important checks to sign, and Mom? She dotes on her grandchildren. Daadi is thrilled to see her great-grandchildren and is already teaching them to pray. Mom has taken up the morning Puja role at Ratna Mahal, and she's now so good at chanting the hymns. Who would have thought that the woman who loved parties, drinking, and spending money would become so traditional?
In New York, she’s a bit different but still the mother I’ve always loved and will continue to love. Next month, we're flying to New York with our little ones, who are sure to give us a tough time on the charter flight since they hate flying. They’re just kids, too young to understand what traveling is, but we’re ready for it. Before we start prepping to leave, I wanted to take Maahi out on a date.
It feels like ages since we've gone out without the babies. Mom, Dad, and Daadi have told her many times not to worry about the kids, but Maahi, being a mother, can’t help but stress. Tonight, she’s agreed to go out, so here I am, waiting for my wife to come downstairs.
She’s wearing a red dress, one I recently bought from her own designs. She’s great at designing clothes and plans to start a new fashion boutique for kids next year called “AA Creations,” which Aarav and Aashi will inaugurate.
