Epilogue
A few years later...
I'm standing at the bathroom door, hands on my hips staring at the culprits in front of me.
Shravan, Shaurya and Sarika wet the bathroom. Again.
And when I say "wet the bathroom" I mean that even the bathroom ceiling is wet, little droplets falling down on the wet floor at frequent intervals.
"I told you to give them a bath not to flood the entire place!" I say angrily, huffing the strand of hair that had come undone from my ponytail and falling in front of my face.
Shravan grinned at me sheepishly, hoping to placate me, while the brother and sister duo giggled at their father getting scolded by their mother.
"They just wanted to have a little fun, Sumo." He replies, a little whine noticeable in his tone. "Come have fun with us." He cajoles.
Giving him my best "Mommy is pissed" stare I enunciate clearly and slowly. "No. The only person who is going to be having fun in the next 5 seconds is me when I see you and your son and daughter clean this bathroom and no!" I turn to Shuraya and Sarika who have mastered the puppy dog face. "You do not get an out here."
"But Mumma! I am only six years old!" Shuraya argued "and Sarika is just four" he continued, showing five fingers instead of four. "We are so small, Mumma, we can't clean this."
"Yes!" He suddenly exclaims, eyes going wide and shining brightly.
"No," I answer, already knowing where he is going with that statement. "Papa isn't the only person who will be cleaning this bathroom. All three of you are."
Yup, there it is. The slumping of the shoulder, the jutting out of the bottom lip and cue the puppy dog eyes in 3...2...1.
Shravan stared at me for a moment, before his eyes start shining too. I swear this father-son duo will be the death of me. He quickly stands up and starts to walk towards me and I admire his body for a moment. It is still as cut and chiselled as it was six years ago and somewhere I do envy him for that.
Sure, I had shed a lot of the weight in the last 3 years but it still wasn't like it was before. My body was now marked with stretch marks and a little-raised line ran on my lower waist from when an emergency c-section had to be performed when I was pregnant with Sarika.
Shravan, on the other hand, loved every mark on my body and whenever I cribbed about them he would just drag me to the full-length mirror in the closet, forcefully remove whatever clothing I would have and tell me that all these marks are proof of the two of the most amazing people he has in his life after me and then he would continue to make me see myself the way he sees me.
Understanding what he was planning, I quickly back away from the door and break into a run. I reach the door to our bedroom and quickly grab the handle to open it when I am yanked back by a pair of strong arms who are taking me back to the bathroom.
"SHRAVAN! PUT ME DOWN!" I screech.
"Nope. We are going to have fun." He replied laughing.
"Shravan! Shravan don't you even " he dumped me into the tub.
Shaurya attacked me by jumping on me and Sarika started splashing on me. All the anger from a minute ago vanished the moment I saw these two's smiling faces and I couldn't help but laugh along with them.
Shravan wasn't paying attention when I pulled him in and in the process, he hit his head on the edge of the tub.
"Papa!" Shaurya and Sarika gasped.
"Papa is fine," Shravan assured those two as he got comfortable by reclining on me, his back to my front, squishing our children on his chest, his legs dangling on the edge.
"Okay, we created more of a mess," I complained, seeing the water overflowing.
"It's okay. I'll clean it up while you get our spawns ready for bed." Shravan said as leaned his head back to look at me, before kissing my jugular.
He waits for my reaction and all I can do is sigh and smile at this amazing man. I start wriggling around and he gets up sitting on the other end of the tub with his legs folded and Shaurya and Sarika in front of him who were laughing at him.
I quickly sit up and kiss the red spot on the side of his head. "We should get out," I say standing up when I noticed the kids turning to prune. Shravan follows my lead and we both wrap the kids in their towels and call Maa and Chachi up so that they can get these two changed.
They take one look at Shravan and me and burst out into laughter before picking the two hellions and going down the stairs to their rooms.
Shravan interlaced his fingers with mine and led us to the shower and we peeled off our clothes to remove the kid's body wash which ended up with us washing each other and goofing a little here and there.
After Shravan was done rinsing the conditioner off of my hair, he held me under the shower spray, his grip on me tight.
"You know you are mine, right?" He asked, squeezing my waist.
"Of course I do. Why?" I asked confused with his line of questioning but not completely dumbfounded since it was usual for Shravan to have these moments.
"Nowhere." He paused for a bit before finally saying what is on his mind. "Who is Abhaya Dixit?" He growled.
I laugh out loud, pulling back to see him glaring at me.
Yup, that's the dad glare he is giving me.
"There's nothing to be jealous of Malhotra. She is a girl, you know." I smirk a little.
The glare quickly diminishes and his cheeks redden a little as he quickly shuts off the shower and gets out wrapping a towel around his waist and holding another one out for me.
"I knew that." He mutters.
I catch his face in between my hands and kiss him on the lips, laughing at his face. "God, you are as ignorant as you were ages ago."
"So what if it took me a little time to realize my feelings for you, I wasn't ignorant of them."
"Right." I draw out the word, pursing my lips to stop myself from smiling.
He scowled at me and I swear at that moment, I could see Shaurya in there. Like father like son.
I laugh and kiss him again before dropping my towel and walking out the bathroom. I turn, biting my lip and curled my finger in the come-hither motion at Shravan who stood inside the bathroom, his jaw on the floor.
His eyes darken and he tossed his towel in the laundry basket before chasing my back to the bed. I laughed out loud as he threw me on the bed and himself on me, his arms on either side of me, caging me in.
"I love you, Mrs Malhotra." He whispers, as he starts kissing my lips and goes lower and lower with every kiss.
"I love you too, Mr Malhotra." I gasped through the cloudy haze of passion.
All that evening and well into the morning he made me feel loved, cherished and beautiful from inside out.
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And with this update, another story comes to an end.
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PS. I know some people are not happy that this story has ended and want more of it but I'm sorry! This is it for this story. It was always supposed to be this long and because I have so many other ideas floating in my head waiting to be written sooo...😆
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