I never planned on continuing it, but since some of you had asked for, here it goes
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Epilogue
Three years later:
"Mr. Maan Khurana", yelled a frustrated me. It was too much, just too much. "Yes, honey?" replied Maan with an innocent expression. An expression I could never resist. "Where's that son of yours?" I asked calmly. "You mean that son of ours?" he questioned amusedly pulling me closer. "No! I meant what I said, yours. And yes, keep your hands to yourself, mister."I replied pushing him back. "You din't seem to complain last night, wifey" he spoke pulling me back. And I did what I was best at doing, blush. Let a century pass by, this man can still make my heart skip a beat, like it did when I first met him. "I love you, mister" I informed, hugging him. "What'd he do?" Maan asked out of the blue. "Who?"I asked confused. "Umm, my son?" he replied chuckling. "Oh yes! Call him and punish him" I informed snuggling closer. "But what did he actually do?" Maan questioned. "He's becoming naughtier by the day. He broke the fish tank, today while playing with the pebbles" I complained not leaving his embrace. "Armaan" called out Maan, kissing the top of my head. "Yes, daddy" replied our energetic three year old son, rushing into the room to hug his father. Maan swept his son off his feet, twirling him around. "Dad..dyy, don't st...op"spoke Armaan laughing."Champ, be careful while playing in the house, yeah?" spoke Maan finally, placing his son onto the floor. "Sorry daddy. Sorry mommy" apologized Armaan. Like father, like son. Sighing, I gathered him in my arms and kissed his cheeks. "Can I go play, please?" he requested. "Sure, baby" I accept. "I thought you wanted to punish him" smirked Maan. "Well, guess I can never stay mad at my boys" I replied pecking his cheek.
"Geet, you okay?" questioned a worried Meera. "Yeah, you seem a little off"spoke Naina. Years passed by, we turned students to professionals, professionals to wives, wives to mothers, but if there was one thing that dint change, then that is our friendship. We five remained as close as ever. "Geet!" called Meera, breaking my reverie. "I'm fine girls, let's get this shopping thing done with" I replied. After hours of shopping and gossiping, we returned home, promising to meet again, at the beach this weekend for a picnic.
After driving my lazy husband crazy and becoming one myself courtesy our overly energetic son, we reached the beach. The dads took the kids to the waters, while we settled on our blankets enjoying the evening. It wasn't long before the now drenched kids waddled towards their mothers. By the time we straightened the kids out, came the shirtless men in their own glory. "Daddy, let's build sandcastles" suggested one of the kids. The men set out to their task. And that was how we spent the evening, having fun. "Maan, can we go for a walk?" I asked my husband. "sure" he replied. After making sure that Armaan was being taken of, we set out on our walk along the shore. "The weather is nice out here, right?"I asked. "You wanted to go on a walk to talk about the weather?" chuckled Maan. "Well, no, I mean yes the weather is really nice but no, I want to tell you something else. I just don't how to bring it out. It was easier the first time because we had planned it. But now, I really don't know. It is not a bad news though but I don't know if its good either. And.." I stopped my ranting session because Maan had pulled me in for a kiss. "I'm pregnant, again" I blurted out breathlessly. I was then lifted off the ground.
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