Three years later…
Swara’s singing melodious voice fills every coin of the huge Maheshwari Mansion as she walks along its large corridors in the first lights of day, the pooja tali in hands and a prayer on her lips.
In a wonderful fair pink sari wrapping her harmonious curves, her long silky still wet hair falling in cascade over her shoulders; she reaches her bed room her brows shooting up in surprise at the cherished sight of her life as his usual, sleeping deeply on his belly, his cheek plunging in his pillow and his face turning toward the door… bilkul himself whenever she’s no more at his side.
She shakes her head frowning and says:
– Arey Mr. Maheshwari!!! How can you be sleeping till now on a day like today…
Putting her plate aside, she starts shaking him mercilessly faced by his complete ignoring snores giving her an irresistible urge to splash cold water on his cute sleeping face with those lashes hovering over his adorable yummy cheeks and those curled up lips a bit opened… she blinks in need of breaking his charm over her and asks again walking to the door side giving on their baby’s room.
– Hey ho… challo… wake up lazy husb… SANSKAR!!!!!
Her shouts snatches him from his sleep startled by her alarmed voice, he sits up with a jerk blinking his sleepiness away and trying to register the reason of her almost falling tears filling her eyes:
– K.. Kya? KYA!?… what’s going on, Swara!!!!????
He could barely mumble in his still sleepy yet fearful voice… she turns toward him pointing to the aside room shaking and manages to say:
– Wo… wo… Saras… Saras kaha hai!
Rolling his eyes dramatically, he lets himself fall on his pillow back whispering in a sigh of relief:
– Arey yaar!!! You scared the hell of me!
Just then a small voice rises from his side in a sleepy lazy exasperated tone:
– Arey yaar… have you finished you both!?
The little boy sits up his eyes still closed and his cute mouth wide opened stiffening a loud yawn in that small duplicate figure of his dad aside, same t shirt, same pants, same yummy look at the wakening!
– I told you papa, na? mumma will be scared not finding me in bed!
Hurrying toward the bed, swara just picks him up in her arms almost crashing the poor Sanskar under her weight who gives her weird look expressing his disagreement! how lucky is his son! How unlucky he is!
The small boy wraps his arms around her neck saying joyfully:
– Good morning mumma!
– Good morning beta!
He frowns seeing her shining with tears eyes and wipes them with his tiny thumbs saying:
– Arey… why those tears? I’m just here hai na?
He gives his father an eloquent glare his small nostrils inflating with anger as she asks him smiling:
– How can you scare your mumma this way, Saras, ha?
– It’s not my fault… papa kept me with him!
Sanskar sits up back complaining childishly:
– what? But… how dare you little monster, isn’t you who came here by your own!?
– Ha ha… but I was searching for Mumma… not my fault if you married and over protective drama queen!
– Ha ha… look at who is complaining just there in his Mumma’s arms!
– Papa!!!!
– kya papa… Admit it Mumma’s boy!!
– Mumma’s boy yourself!
The small boy snaps back tightening his hold around his mother’s neck showing his tongue out which makes Swara laugh at her both “men” daily show!
– main!? Main, mumma’s boy??? I’m not the one glued to his mother here!
– EXACTLY!!! Because You’re always glued to MY mother!
Sanskar’s eyes almost pop out from their orbs making swara giggle more saying between her laughs:
– Bas, bas you both!!!
She shakes her head desperately; handling her two boys so early in the morning is a hard task, she turns aside taking a portion of Prasad she stuffs inside the small boy’s mouth unwillingly blessing him:
– M… m…umma!!! … i.. am… not a … baby!!!
Chewing hardly, he struggles to free himself from her embrace down and runs to the washroom making her chuckle at his rolling eyes exasperated… he slams the door behind him shouting:
– I’m a big boy, na!
– Pagal!
– how old is this boy!!?
Sanskar was still stuck a his son’s reflection and she just replies raising her shoulers in defeat:
– I told you to not let him play with Laksh!
Sanskar looks at the wash room’s door disgusted at the idea of his son becoming a duplicate of his uncle!
She laughs again feeding him prasad forcefully just like she did with their son enjoying the same annoyed expression molding his face as he exclaims:
– Swara!!! I’m not a baby!!!
Just to tease him more, she pulls his cheeks playfully saying:
– of course not… You’re my cute husband!
– Swara!!!
He palms his reddened cheeks complaining as she says :
– challo lazy boy… Time to get… Ha!!
she couldn’t stop a shocked squeal as her wrist is caught forcefully just when she turns her back to him pushing her back in bed, she lands over her steady chest her eyes wide opened as she tries to protest angrily:
– Sanskar!!!!
Before she could say further, he wipes a remaining pearling tear in her eye’s corner frowning:
– I don’t like those!
She’s taken aback with his serious tone for a moment, then smiling, she says trying to get up:
– your fault na? You shouldn’t have kept him here!
Forcing on her hand still grabbed by his, he makes her lay back on his chest forcefully replying:
– kya Karo princess…
– He just smells like a part of you…
– And you know… how much I’m addicted… to …
The moment later he captures her lips in a tender slow delecting kiss surprising her his hands sliping under her sari on her waist’s skin holding her closer… She gets lost in his invading caress forgetting about the whole world around and when she starts responding they both hear:
– if you both have finished romancing, can you remember that your unique son is just three and still needs help here!!!!
The small pouty voice coming from the washroom startles them making them apart away with a jerk. Swara yells back at the small boy trying to moderate her voice’s tone to seem normal despite her panting and pouding heart:
– Coming beta!!!
She’s almost up when Sanskar pulls harder on her hand pinning her suddenly on the bed under him, his eyes glowing with malice at her alarmed gaze…
– What are you doing, Sanskar!!?… S…
– I need help here, too… Mrs. Maheshwari…
His suggestive tone as his hand strokes itsway down under her sari digging his fingers in her hip maintaining her in place, his other one putting her hair behind her ears, he leans on her lips again making her swallows hardly when he says:
– What were you saying princess?… CUTE HUSBAND, hai na?…
Her lips make some movement trying to mumble a protest but she seems has lost her voice suddenly when she feels his breath brushing her face’s skin and he adds leaning further:
– Am I cute, now?
Bringing his hand up cupping her head in his huge palms, she gasps feeling his lips landing over the crock of her neck tasting it in a achingly delicious open mouthed kiss, blowing over the reddened spot soothing it, he asks against her collar bone:
– Tell me princess…
Clutching his wrapped in his t-shirt shoulders, she bits on her lower lip stopping a moan from escaping her thightened throat… A smile streches his lips feeling her succumbing to his touches when he climbs back to her lips about kissing her.
– papaaaa!!!! Let go of ma! She has so much to do today!
Swara opens her eyes shocked! Saras’ angry voice makes her land back on earth abruptly and she struggles pushing him away and he just mumbles angrily straighting himself too…
– I’ll kill laksh for spoiling him!!!
For all response, swara burst out laughing at his real not-kidding-at-all tone. He gives her a glare full of complaining for being so insensitive to his helplessness and gets up finally.
Suddenly, as she thinks he’s about walking toward the washroom, he bends back toward her stopping her giggles abruptly his dark gaze daring her to mock him further and says:
– you’ll pay for this too… Princess!
She gulps hard again unable to even blink feeling all invaded by him just being so close, not giving her time to riposte, he walks away smirking at some secret thoughts making her heart pound madly in her chest.She whispers to herself:
– Who said he’s cute! he’s devil himself!!!!
Shaking her head to chase his closeness effects, she takes a deep breath giving her strength for the long day to go… Saras is yes a small duplicate of his naughty teasing father, yet he’s right! There so much to do today…
She stops in front of the wall of photos taking her tali in hands… Three years has passed so quickly like a dream.
It hasn’t always been rose for the past years and the long months of recover kept her away from the precious gift of fate she has incarnated in her small Saras. So whenever she could be with him, Sanskar immortalised the moment with a pic reassuring her that the worst was behind them and the best is coming.
Tears start forming in her eyes feelign overwhelmed by the happiness she’s still unable to believe being hers… Sanskar, who rejected the pregnancy so much making her fearful of the relationship he’ll have with their baby turned to be the best papa in the world.
Beyond his endless care and love to teh fruit if their love, he shares with the small boy a unique bonding she’s so alien to… they’re not really a typical kind of father and son, they’re friends, brothers, enemies in their jealousy toward her still no one can come between them, they’re partners in their care for her as much as their pranks diverting her!
Sometimes, Saras seems older that his father and between the two of them an endless competition of the drambazz champion is never ending…
Feeling silly to get so emotional on a perfect day like today, she takes her tali looking a last time toward the washroom where she knows Sanskar is having a hard time preparing his son, she walks out to her yet to start day!