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Third Person's Pov:-

The car rolled to a gentle stop outside the Palace.

"We're here," Abhimaan said softly from beside her, his hand squeezing hers gently.

Paridhi nodded, trying to mask the pain that flashed across her face as another wave of pain rippled through her abdomen.

Three babies. She'd delivered three beautiful babies just a week ago, and her body was still healing.

Abhimaan didn't miss her expression. He never did. His eyes narrowed with concern as he leaned closer.

"Are you okay? Should I call the doctor?" he whispered, already reaching for his phone.

Paridhi shook her head quickly.

"No, I'm fine. Just... sore. It's normal."

"Nothing about you is normal, Pari," he replied, his voice both tender and firm.

"You've given me three miracles. The least I can do is make sure you're not in pain."

Behind them, Shivansh cleared his throat and asked.

"The babies are sleeping. Should we take them inside?"

Abhimaan nodded without looking away from Paridhi.

"Yes, carefully. Make sure their blankets are secure. It's a bit chilly today."

Paridhi watched as Shivansh, Abhay, and Yashvi each took one of the carrier seats with gentle care. Her babies looked impossibly tiny bundled in their matching pale blue blankets.

A fresh surge of love washed over her, momentarily eclipsing the physical discomfort.

"Ready?" Abhimaan asked, his hand still clasping hers.

"Yes," she whispered, steeling herself for the painful process of getting out of the car.

The car door opened with a soft click. Paridhi shifted slightly, wincing as the movement pulled at her stitches.

She took a deep breath, preparing to slide out slowly, when Abhimaan's hand on her shoulder stopped her.

"Wait," he said simply.

Before she could respond, he was out of the car and around to her side. Leaning in, his gaze locked with hers

"Let me," he murmured.

In one smooth motion, he slid one arm behind her knees and another around her back, lifting her completely off the seat and into his arms.

"Maan!" Paridhi gasped, startled.

Her hands instinctively wrapped around his neck for balance.

"What are you doing?"

His eyes met hers, soft and full of a love so pure it nearly stole her breath.

"Taking care of you," he whispered, his voice husky with emotion.

"Like I promised I would. Always."

Paridhi felt tears prick at her eyes as always.

"I can walk," she protested weakly, even as she relaxed into his secure hold.

"I know you can," he replied, adjusting his grip to ensure she was comfortable.

"But you don't have to. Not today. Not when I'm here."

He turned with her in his arms, and Paridhi's eyes widened in surprise.

The entire family had gathered outside. Divit and Vahika were also standing on the terrace, their hands filled with flower petals.

The moment they spotted Abhimaan carrying Paridhi, they began to shower them with a cascade of pink, red, and white roses.

The petals drifted down like fragrant rain, some landing in Paridhi's hair, others on Abhimaan's shoulders.

"WELCOME HOME!"

The shout came from everywhere at once, startling Paridhi. Her eyes darted around, taking in the decorations she hadn't noticed before.

A massive pink banner stretched across the entrance, emblazoned with "WELCOME HOME" in bold silver letters. Strings of marigolds framed the doorway, and small oil lamps lined the path to the front door.

"Wonderful" she breathed, overcome.

Maithili stepped forward. In her hands, she held a traditional silver thali with a small diya, kumkum, rice, and flower petals.

Her hands trembled slightly as she moved the lamp in a circular motion first in front of Abhimaan, then Paridhi.

"May God always bless you," she said.

Shivansh, Abhay, and Yashvi had carefully brought the babies forward. Maithili now moved the lamp over each sleeping infant.

"May they bring joy and light wherever they go." she whispered, pressing her lips together to contain her emotions.

Paridhi felt her own tears spill over.

"Maa sa..." she began, but couldn't continue.

Maithili touched Paridhi's cheek gently as she said.

"Thank you beta. You've given this family its greatest blessing."

Bhumi stepped forward then, she glanced at Paridhi and the pain she was trying to hide.

"Enough of this standing outside," she said.

"Abhi, take Paridhi to the room. She needs rest, not more excitement.

"Yes, exactly," Abhimaan agreed immediately, tightening his hold.

"The celebration can continue inside."

As he carried her through the doorway, careful not to hurt her, Paridhi laid her head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

"You don't have to carry me all the way upstairs," she murmured, though secretly, she was grateful.

Every step would have been painful.

"Hush," he replied, his voice a gentle command.

"Let me do this for you."

"You'll hurt your back," she tried again.

Abhimaan actually chuckled, the sound rumbling against her ear.

"Pari, I could carry you for miles and not feel it. You weight nothing."

"Liar," she whispered, smiling despite herself.

"I still have all the baby weight."

His expression grew serious.

"And every ounce is precious to me because it gave us our children. Don't ever forget that."

They reached the staircase, and Paridhi tensed, anticipating the pain that would come with the movement. Sure enough, as he shifted her, a sharp twinge shot through her abdomen. She couldn't suppress the small gasp that escaped her lips.

Abhimaan froze instantly.

"What is it? Did I hurt you?

"No, no," she assured him quickly, but her pale face and the sweat beading on her forehead told another story.

His jaw tightened.

"You're in pain Pari. We should have stayed at the hospital longer."

"Maan, I'm fine," Paridhi insisted, though her voice wavered.

"Doctor said this is normal. It will take time to heal."

"I should call her again," he muttered, his brow furrowed with worry.

"What you should do," Paridhi said, forcing a smile,

"is take me upstairs so I can rest, like everyone suggested."

Abhimaan still looked unconvinced, but he nodded slowly. With great care, he began to ascend the stairs, moving deliberately to minimize any movement that might cause her discomfort.

Soon Shivansh, Abhay, and Yashvi too followed them from behind still carefully carrying the babies.

As soon as Abhimaan and Paridhi reached to the room with extreme gentleness, Abhimaan laid her on the bed, arranging pillows behind her back and under her knees. His hands moved with tenderness.

"Are you comfortable?" he asked, his eyes scanning her face for any sign of distress.

"Yes," she said, reaching for his hand.

"Thank you.

Shivansh approached with the first baby carrier.

"Where would you like them?"

"Bring them here," Paridhi said eagerly, despite her exhaustion.

"I want to see them."

One by one, the babies were carefully lifted from their carriers and placed in Paridhi's arms. She gazed down at their sleeping faces, marveling at their perfection.

Suddenly, one of them's tiny face scrunched up, and a high-pitched wail filled the room. The sound seemed to trigger other two, and within seconds, all three babies were crying.

Paridhi's eyes widened in alarm.

"I-I don't know what's wrong," she said, her voice rising with anxiety.

"They're probably just overwhelmed," Abhimaan said.

Abhimaan glanced at the three crying babies, then turned to the others.

"Maybe you should go for now. Too many people might be overwhelming them."

They all nodded and turned to leave. Once they left, the room felt suddenly quieter, though the babies continued crying. Paridhi looked at Abhimaan, panic rising in her chest.

"What do we do?" she whispered.

Abhimaan took a deep breath.

"One step at a time. Let's check if they need changing."

They carefully checked each baby. The first one needed changing, and Abhimaan handled it with surprising efficiency.

"Where did you learn that?" Paridhi asked, watching his confident movements.

"I have my ways" He replied smugly and Paridhi shook her head.

The baby's cries softened after being changed, but the other two continued wailing. Paridhi picked up the smallest one, cradling him against her chest.

"Shh, it's okay," she murmured, her voice trembling slightly.

"Mama's here."

Abhimaan picked up the other baby, who was red-faced from crying.

"Maybe he's hungry?"

"I fed them just before everyone arrived," Paridhi said, gently rocking the baby in her arms.

"The doctor said they might cry for no reason sometimes."

Suddenly, the crying stopped. The sudden quiet filled the room like a blessing.

"Finally" Paridhi whispered, her shoulders dropping with relief.

Abhimaan nodded. Paridhi carefully gathered the three babies and placed them in the middle of their bed. She arranged them side by side, their tiny bodies barely taking up any space.

"Come," she said, patting the space beside her.

Abhimaan joined her on the bed. They lay on their sides, facing each other with the babies between them.

Paridhi gently rubbed one baby's small tummy in slow circles. Her other hand softly stroked another baby's forehead. Abhimaan did the same with the third baby, his large hand looking giant next to the baby's tiny head.

The babies made small, content sounds. Their eyes drooped, then closed.

"Look at them. They're so perfect" Abhimaan said softly.

Paridhi smiled, her eyes shining with tears.

"Our boys."

Abhimaan leaned forward and kissed each baby's forehead, his lips barely touching their soft skin. Then he reached across and kissed Paridhi's forehead too.

She closed her eyes at his touch and let out a happy sigh.

After some weeks

Paridhi stood before the mirror, struggling with the heavy red and gold lehenga saree and it surely refused to drape properly.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she tried for the third time to pleat the fabric correctly. Six weeks after giving birth to triplets, her body still felt foreign to her. Softer in places, tender in others.

The heavy outfit required for today's naming ceremony seemed to highlight every change.

"Come on," she muttered to herself, tugging at the stubborn fabric.

"Just stay put for one day."

The pallu slipped from her shoulder again, and she let out a frustrated sigh. She'd worn it countless times before, but today her coordination seemed to have abandoned her completely.

"Need some help?"

Abhimaan's voice startled her. She turned to find him leaning against the doorframe, already dressed in his maroon kurta and deep red shawl. His hair was neatly combed, and the small smile playing on his lips made her heart flutter.

"How long have you been standing there?" she asked, suddenly self-conscious.

"Long enough to enjoy the show," he teased, pushing away from the door and walking toward her.

"Though I'm not sure the dress is winning this round."

Paridhi made a face at him.

"Very funny"

He shook his head smiling and reached for the fallen dupatta, his fingers brushing against her bare shoulder.

His touch sent a shiver down her spine. They'd been so consumed with the babies that they'd barely had a moment alone since the birth.

"Hold still," he instructed, carefully arranging the pallu over her shoulder.

"Let me help."

"Since when do you know how to drape a dupatta?" she asked, watching in the mirror as his fingers worked with surprising dexterity.

"Since my beautiful wife started wearing it"

She shook her head but a deep blush coated her cheeks to neck.

"Really"

"Don't sound so surprised," he murmured, focusing on securing the pleats.

"I do lots of things for you."

"Like what?" she replied, the hint of a smile playing on her lips.

"Well," he pretended to think hard,

"I make excellent tea."

"That you do."

"And," he continued, his voice dropping lower,

"I gave you three beautiful sons."

"Oh?" Paridhi turned to face him, eyebrows raised.

"You gave them to me? I seem to recall doing most of the work."

Abhimaan laughed, his hands settling at her waist.

"Fine, fine. You did all the hard work. I was merely a contributor to the cause."

"A contributor," she repeated, trying not to smile.

"That's one way to put it."

His expression softened as he looked at her, really looked at her, in a way that made her feel both exposed and cherished.

"You're beautiful," he said quietly.

Paridhi looked away, uncomfortable with the compliment.

"I'm sleep deprived and twenty pounds heavier than I was."

Abhimaan's fingers caught her chin, gently turning her face back to his.

"You're beautiful," he repeated firmly.

"More so now than ever."

"Liar," she whispered, but leaned slightly into his touch.

"Never to you." His thumb brushed across her lower lip.

"You know what the problem is with you, Paridhi Abhimaan Singh Rathore?"

"Please, enlighten me," she said, fighting a smile.

"You never see yourself the way I see you." His eyes roamed her face with such tenderness that she felt her cheeks warming.

"The way you looked bringing our sons into the world fierce, determined, radiant-I've never seen anything more beautiful in my life."

"Stop," she protested weakly, embarrassed by his words.

"Never," he promised.

"Not until you believe me."

Paridhi had no response for that. Instead, she turned back to the mirror, adjusting a non-existent wrinkle in her lehenga.

"We should go down soon. Everyone's waiting."

Abhimaan came to stand behind her again, his hands resting lightly on her shoulders. In the mirror, they made a striking couple-him tall and confident, her petite and uncertain in her finery.

"How do I even walk in this?" she sighed, gesturing to the heavy fabric.

"I'll probably trip and fall flat on my face in front of the entire family."

"By holding my hand and letting me guide you, of course," Abhimaan said, offering his hand with an exaggerated bow.

Despite herself, Paridhi laughed.

"Always the gentleman, Mr. Rathore."

"Only for you, Mrs. Rathore." His smile was warm, intimate.

"The rest of the world gets my serious face."

"Ah yes, the famous Abhimaan Singh Rathore scowl that makes everyone tremble."

"You mock, but it's an effective management technique."

"I'm sure it is." She adjusted her bangles nervously.

"Are the boys ready? Did Maa sa dress them in the matching outfits?"

"All taken care of," he assured her.

Abhimaan chuckled, then studied her face more carefully.

"Are you feeling alright? You look a little pale."

The concern in his voice touched her.

"Just tired," she admitted.

Concern immediately flooded in his mind he asked

"Are you sure you're up for this today? We could postpone the naming ceremony. No one would mind."

"Everyone is here," she reminded him.

"None of that matters if you're not feeling well," he insisted.

"Everyone will understand. And you matter more than any ceremony."

The tenderness in his voice nearly broke her. Paridhi fought back tears as Abhimaan gently kissed her forehead, wrapped her in his arms, and whispered,

"Let's go."

She nodded against his chest, unable to speak.

Paridhi sat on the cushioned mat at the center, besides abhimaan. She cradled the smallest of the triplets in her arms, her eyes never leaving his tiny face.

Abhimaan somehow managing to hold the other two babies with practiced ease, as if he'd been doing this his entire life.

"Are you ready?" he whispered, his eyes meeting hers.

Paridhi nodded, her heart so full she thought it might burst.

The priest completed the initial rituals, blessing the babies with sacred water and applying tiny tilaks to their foreheads. The triplets remained surprisingly calm throughout.

"Now," the priest said,

"it is time to give these babies their names. The names you choose will guide their path in this life." He gestured to Abhimaan.

"The father must whisper each name into the child's right ear first."

He leaned down to the first baby in his right arm. The room fell completely silent as everyone strained to hear.

"Aarvish Singh Rathore," Abhimaan whispered into the tiny ear, his voice full of emotion.

He placed a gentle kiss on the baby's forehead.

Moving to the second child in his left arm, he whispered,

"Rivansh Singh Rathore," followed by another tender kiss.

Finally, he bent toward Paridhi, who tilted the smallest triplet toward him. Abhimaan whispered,

"Divyant Singh Rathore," before kissing the baby's forehead.

Abhimaan straightened, his eyes locking with Paridhi's. A smile spread across his face proud, loving, overwhelmed. He nodded slightly Paridhi nodded back, a tear escaping down her cheek.

As the priest completed the final prayers, Family members rushed forward like an eager wave, all desperate to hold the newly named triplets.

Divit was the first one to step forward. He rubbed his hands together dramatically.

"Hand over my nephews now," he demanded with a wide grin.

He puffed out his chest proudly.

"I've been practicing my baby-holding skills for months."

Abhimaan raised an eyebrow, clutching his sons a little tighter.

"You've been practicing? On what exactly? Your pillow?" he teased, but made absolutely no move to surrender either child.

His stance shifted slightly, putting more distance between Divit and the babies.

"I'll have you know I've watched at least twenty YouTube tutorials on proper baby holding," Divit protested, reaching out his arms expectantly.

Abhimaan took a step back.

"YouTube tutorials? Next you'll tell me you've been studying baby care through Instagram reels."

"Don't be ridiculous," Divit rolled his eyes.

"Instagram has much better content."

Vahika appeared beside him, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Don't trust him, Abhi. He dropped a watermelon last week claiming it was 'good practice.'"

"The poor thing exploded all over our kitchen floor."

Everyone laughed as Divit's face reddened to a shade rivaling the watermelon in question.

"That was completely different!" Divit protested loudly, throwing his hands up.

"The watermelon was slippery! Someone had just watered the plants nearby and my hands were wet."

"And babies aren't slippery after a bath?" Yashvi joined in, physically elbowing Divit aside.

She flipped her long hair over her shoulder and stepped closer to Abhimaan.

"I should get first turn bhai sa. I'm their aunt."

Abhimaan looked between them with amusement but kept both babies firmly in his arms. He shifted slightly so that he stood even closer to Paridhi, their shoulders touching.

"Are you two seriously arguing about carrying my children?" he asked incredulously.

Shivansh, crossed his arms and pushed forward.

"I'm Bhabhi sa's favorite so I'll hold them first."

He directed a sweet smile toward Paridhi, who couldn't help but laugh softly at his transparent attempt at manipulation.

"Since when?" Yashvi demanded, hands on her hips.

"Last I checked, I was her favorite!"

"You wish," Shivansh shot back.

"Who helped her to get the chocolates while you were busy with your 'work emergency'?"

"That was one time!" Yashvi shouted at him.

Paridhi shook her head, looking amused.

"Enough!" Rashmi bua's voice cut through the noise like a whip as she clapped her hands sharply.

The room fell silent immediately. Even the babies seemed to sense her authority, their tiny faces turning toward the sound.

"No one is holding these children until we've taken off the evil eye," she declared firmly.

"Have you all lost your senses? These precious babies need protection before they're passed around like samosas at a party!"

Maithili nodded firmly from beside her.

"Di is absolutely right. The babies need protection first."

"Some traditions exist for a reason."

Bhumi hurried to Rashmi's side.

"I've prepared everything for the ritual," she announced, pulling back a cloth to reveal a small silver tray she'd been holding.

Everyone stepped back, forming a circle as Rashmi approached with the tray. On it lay some green chilies and a small lemon, arranged in a specific pattern.

"Stand still Abhi" she instructed Abhimaan, who complied without argument.

She took the chilies and began circling them around Aarvish's face. The baby watched with wide, curious eyes, his tiny hands reaching toward the moving objects.

Rashmi smiled at his interest but continued without pausing. She repeated the process with Rivansh, who was beginning to doze off in his father's secure hold.

"Bring the little one closer," Rashmi directed Paridhi, who stepped forward, gently adjusting Divyant in her arms.

Rashmi performed the same ritual around Divyant's face. The youngest triplet scrunched his nose.

"Now the parents," Rashmi instructed, performing the same ritual around Abhimaan's face.

He stood perfectly still, though the corner of his mouth twitched slightly when one of the chilies nearly touched his nose.

"Your turn, beta," Rashmi said more softly to Paridhi, circling the chilies around her face with gentle movements.

"May you and your beautiful sons always be protected from jealous eyes and harmful intentions."

When she finished, she handed the plate to Maithili, who took it immediately to the corner and placed it on the floor.

"One more thing," Abhimaan said suddenly.

He shifted both babies carefully to one arm. A move that made Paridhi's heart jump even though she knew how secure his hold was. With his free hand, he reached into the pocket of his kurta and pulled out a thick bundle of crisp new currency notes.

Starting with Aarvish, Abhimaan rotated the money around his son's face, then did the same for Rivansh. The babies' eyes followed the movement, entranced by the fluttering edges of the notes.

He moved to Paridhi's side and repeated the action for Divyant, who seemed less impressed and more interested in grabbing a fistful of his mother's hair.

Finally, he circled the money around Paridhi's head, his eyes meeting hers with nothing but pure love.

Then Abhimaan called over one of the household servants who had been standing by the door.

"Here," he said, handing over the entire bundle of notes.

"Take this."

The servant bowed slightly, accepting the gift.

"Thank you, hukum"

"How much was that?" Divit whispered loudly to Vahika, who elbowed him sharply.

"None of your business," she hissed back.

"I'm just curious! That looked like at least lakh rupees!"

"And if it was?" Abhimaan asked, overhearing.

"My sons deserve nothing less."

There was no arrogance in his voice, just the simple statement of a father who would move mountains for his children.

"Toh mujhe hi de diya hota itna dene ka shauk hai toh!" Divit grumbled, rubbing his ribs.

["Then you should have given it to me if you enjoy spending so much!"]

"Apne best friend ko bhool gaya sala"

["This bastard has forgotten his best friend"]

"Best friend? Tumhe? Abhi promotion mili hai kya?" Abhimaan smirked.

["Best friend? You? Did you just get promoted?"]

"Itne saalo se jhel raha hoon tumhe. Kya uska koi value nahi?" Divit countered.

["I've been tolerating you since years. Doesn't that count for anything?"]

"Kam se kam meri dream car hi gift kar do yaar."

["At least gift me my dream car, buddy."]

"Tumhari dream car? Woh kaun si hai?" Abhimaan asked, amused.

["Your dream car? Which one is that?"]

"Bas ek choti si Lamborghini!" Divit grinned hopefully.

["Just a small little Lamborghini!"]

"Bilkul bhi nahi," Abhimaan said with a tight-lipped smile, making Divit pout.

["Absolutely not,"]

"Yaar, dosti ka koi faida hi nahi hai," Divit mumbled, crossing his arms like a scolded child

["Man, there's no benefit to this friendship,"]

Then suddenly Divit pounced on Abhimaan practically snatching Aarvish from Abhimaan's reluctant arms.

"Oh, come on, Abhi! I won't break him," Divit laughed as Abhimaan's hands hovered anxiously.

"Look how well I'm supporting his head!"

"Just... be careful," Abhimaan instructed, his eyes never leaving his son.

"And don't bounce him. He just ate."

"I'm not an idiot," Divit protested, but then immediately began a gentle bouncing motion that made Abhimaan wince.

"Hello, little man," Divit cooed.

"I'm your Uncle Divit, the fun one who'll teach you all the things your father is too boring to show you."

"Like what?" Abhimaan challenged, still watching like a hawk.

"How to drop watermelons?"

"Very funny," Divit rolled his eyes.

"I'll teach him important life skills. Like how to charm girls, ride a car, sneak out while being grounded..."

"He's only some weeks old," Abhimaan interrupted.

"Maybe start with teaching him to burp without throwing up first?"

Vahika rolled her eyes but gazed adoringly at the baby in Divit's arms.

"Don't listen to him, Aarvish. I'll make sure he doesn't corrupt you too much." She leaned in closer.

"But if you need to sneak out, Auntie Vahika will help you do it properly, without getting caught like your uncle always did."

"I heard that!" Abhimaan said, pointing an accusing finger at her.

"You were meant to," Vahika grinned.

"Someone has to be the cool aunt around here."

Yashvi had somehow managed to secure Rivansh from Abhimaan's other arm and was swaying gently from side to side, looking surprisingly natural with the infant.

"Look how perfectly he fits in my arms," she said smugly.

"It's like we were made for each other."

"He has your eyes, Bhabhi sa," she observed, looking up at Paridhi.

"Same shape, same long lashes."

"And Abhi's scowl," Divit added with a laugh.

"Look, he's frowning just like his father does when I borrow his car!"

"I don't scowl," Abhimaan protested, then realized he was indeed scowling and quickly softened his expression.

Shivansh and Abhay hovered nearby, waiting impatiently for their turns. They circled like sharks, eyeing the babies with barely contained excitement.

"How much longer?" Shivansh complained.

"My arms are literally aching from not holding a baby right now."

"You can't feel phantom baby weight," Yashvi scoffed.

"That's not a thing."

"It is! Google it!"

Paridhi watched the banter with a tired smile, still holding Divyant close. Of the three boys, he seemed the most content to remain in his mother's arms, his tiny hand gripping the edge of her dupatta.

Maithili approached Paridhi with a gentle smile that transformed her usually serious face. She stretched out her arms toward Divyant.

"Let me hold my smallest grandson," she said softly.

"You've been holding him for hours Paridhi. Rest your arms a bit."

Paridhi hesitated for just a moment before nodding af her.

"He likes to be held close," Paridhi said softly as she carefully transferred Divyant to his grandmother's waiting arms.

"And sometimes he startles if there's a loud noise."

"I raised your husband, remember?" She said with a laugh.

"And he was a much fussier baby than this little angel."

Abhimaan's head whipped around at that.

"I was not fussy!" he protested.

"Also Maa sa, don't start with the baby stories, please."

"Oh, but you were!" Maithili continued, ignoring his plea entirely as she cradled Divyant expertly.

"This boy wouldn't sleep unless someone was walking with him. His father and I walked kilometers inside our house every night for months."

"No wonder you were so skinny in all your childhood photos," Divit teased.

"Your parents burned all their calories carrying you around."

"At least I didn't cry every time my feet touched the ground," Abhimaan shot back.

"Your mother told me you screamed bloody murder if anyone dared to put you down."

"That's because I recognized my royal status early," Divit replied with dignity.

"I knew I deserved to be carried."

Maithili's face transformed with joy as she studied Divyant's tiny features.

"He has your nose, Abhi," she observed.

"Same little curve at the end."

"But Paridhi's smile," Abhimaan said softly, his eyes catching his wife's across the room.

"Look at that little upturn at the corners of his mouth. Just like hers."

Paridhi blushed under his gaze, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Are you comparing our some weeks old son's smile to mine?" she asked, her voice warm with amusement.

"I'd recognize that smile anywhere," Abhimaan replied, and the simple sincerity in his voice made Paridhi's heart skip.

Divit made an exaggerated gagging sound.

"Still so disgustingly in love. I thought having triplets would make you too tired for all this romance."

"Never," Abhimaan said firmly, still looking at Paridhi.

Within minutes, all three babies were making their rounds among the family. Aunts, uncles, cousins, and friends all clamored for their turn, each one insisting on at least five minutes with each child.

Abhimaan found himself suddenly empty-handed and slightly lost, like a guard relieved of his post.

He made his way to Paridhi's side, slipping an arm around her waist and pulling her close. She leaned into him gratefully, the exhaustion of the day finally catching up with her.

"Are you alright?" he asked quietly, his lips close to her ear.

Paridhi nodded, but Abhimaan noticed the tired droop of her shoulders. Despite her joy, the day had been long, and she had barely recovered from the delivery.

"I'm fine," she assured him.

"Just a little tired."

"A little?" he said gently.

"You've barely slept in some weeks."

"Neither have you," she pointed out.

He shrugged dismissively.

"I'm not the one who carried three humans for eight months and then pushed them out of my body."

Paridhi laughed softly.

"When you put it that way..."

"The superhero way? The accurate way?" Abhimaan kissed her temple.

"You should be in bed resting, not standing here watching our family manhandle our children."

As if on cue, Divit's voice rose above the chatter.

"I think he's making a face. Is this normal? Oh wait-oh no!"

A collective groan rose from that corner of the room, followed by Vahika's unmistakable laugh.

"I told you not to jiggle him right after feeding!"

"I didn't jiggle! I gently swayed in a controlled, paternal manner!" Divit protested, holding a now-crying Aarvish at arm's length.

"Someone take him! I need to change my shirt!"

"Give him here," Abhimaan said, crossing the room in three long strides and taking his son back.

He checked the baby over carefully, wiping his little mouth with a soft cloth.

"There, there," he soothed.

"Did mean Uncle Divit make you sick? We won't let him hold you again until you're at least two."

"That's unfair!" Divit exclaimed, examining the front of his designer kurta with dismay.

"It was an honest mistake!"

"An expensive mistake," Vahika noted, eyeing the stain with a grimace.

"That's Louis Vuitton, isn't it?"

"Don't remind me," Divit groaned.

Across the room, Yashvi was bouncing a fussy Rivansh with increasing desperation.

"I think he wants his Maa sa," she said, looking toward Paridhi with pleading eyes.

"Or his dad. Anyone but me, basically."

At the same time, Maithili approached with Divyant, who had also started to fuss.

"I think they're all getting sleepy," she suggested.

"Or tired from meeting so many new people."

Abhimaan squeezed Paridhi's hand and stepped forward, taking charge of the situation.

"I think that's enough excitement for today," he announced, his voice carrying over the babies' increasing cries.

"Pari needs to rest, and it seems the boys are ready for their nap as well."

"We'll have plenty of time to spoil them," Vahika said in a duh tone.

"These three aren't going anywhere."

"Except maybe through more outfits," Divit muttered.

Abhimaan took Rivansh from Yaahvi and Divyant from his mother. Somehow, he managed to hold all three boys at once, a feat that drew impressed gasps from the family.

"Show-off," Divit commented with a mix of envy and admiration.

"Three days of practice and he thinks he's the baby whisperer."

"I've been preparing for months," Abhimaan replied calmly, though his chest puffed out slightly with pride.

"Unlike some people who thought watermelons were appropriate training tools."

Paridhi approached, her arms outstretched.

"Let me take at least one," she offered.

"You'll strain your back carrying all three."

"My back is fine," Abhimaan insisted, but he reluctantly allowed her to take Aarvish, who had calmed down after his earlier upset.

"Come," Abhimaan said softly.

"Let's get these little ones settled."

After reaching the bedroom he gently placed the babies who had already dozed of on the large bed. Abhimaan arranged small cushions around the sleeping babies, creating a protective barrier.

His eyes constantly darted between the babies and Paridhi, noting her exhaustion despite her attempts to hide it.

"You go and change, Pari," Abhimaan said softly, gesturing to her heavy outfit.

"It's a heavy dress. I'll manage them till then."

Paridhi hesitated, her eyes lingering on the babies.

"Are you sure?"

"I think I can handle my own sons for ten minutes," he replied with a smile that softened his words.

"Besides, you've been in that outfit since long time. You must be uncomfortable."

Paridhi nodded gratefully, the tiredness evident in her slumped shoulders. She started to turn toward the closet but suddenly stopped. Without warning, she leaned forward and planted a quick kiss on his cheek.

Abhimaan froze, his eyes widening in surprise and his eyes curved in a soft smile.

"What was that for?" he asked, his voice dropping to a whisper.

Paridhi's cheeks bloomed with blush. She looked down, suddenly finding the pattern on the carpet fascinating.

"For everything," she murmured.

Abhimaan's expression softened as he gazed at her downturned face. He gently lifted her chin with his finger until her eyes met his.

"That's my honour," he said simply.

Then he leaned forward and pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead, his lips warm against her skin.

"Now go. Before they wake up and start their concert again."

Paridhi's blush deepened, but a small smile tugged at her lips as she turned and hurried toward the dressing room.

Abhimaan watched her go, his heart full in a way he'd never experienced before these last few days. He shook his head slightly, still amazed at how completely his life had transformed.

Turning his attention back to the bed, he carefully adjusted the soft blanket covering Rivansh, who had somehow already kicked it off despite being only days old.

He gently patted each baby in turn, a soothing rhythm that seemed to settle them deeper into sleep. Aarvish's tiny fingers curled around his pinky when he touched his palm, and Abhimaan felt that now-familiar squeeze in his chest.

For several minutes, he simply stood there, watching them breathe, marveling at their tiny perfect features.

How was it possible to love someone so fiercely after knowing them for such a short time?

The protective instinct that had awakened in him the moment the doctor had placed the first baby in his arms was unlike anything he'd ever experienced.

Once he was certain all three were deeply asleep, Abhimaan decided to take advantage of the rare quiet moment. He glanced toward the dressing room where Paridhi was still changing, then toward the adjoining washroom.

"A quick shower," he murmured to himself.

He gathered fresh clothes and slipped into the bathroom, leaving the door partially open so he could hear if any of the babies stirred.

Abhimaan turned off the shower after just a few minutes, quickly dried himself, and changed into comfortable lounge pants and a soft t-shirt.

He ran a quick hand through his damp hair and hurried back to the bedroom, worried about leaving the babies alone for even those few minutes.

What he saw when he returned made him pause in the doorway, his breath catching in his throat.

Paridhi was lying on her side on the bed, changed into a simple cotton nightgown, her hair loose around her shoulders.

She was facing the sleeping babies, one hand gently resting near them, not touching but close enough to feel their presence. The soft smile on her face as she gazed at their sons was filled with such pure love that it made his chest ache.

She hadn't noticed him yet, and for a moment, he simply absorbed the scene-the four people who had become his entire world, peaceful in this quiet bubble they had created together. His heart swelled with an emotion so powerful he could barely contain it.

Abhimaan moved silently across the room, his eyes never leaving Paridhi. A fierce wave of protectiveness washed over him-for her, for their sons, for this fragile, precious new reality they were building together.

Without warning, he bent down and scooped Paridhi up in his arms, lifting her in a smooth bridal carry. She let out a startled shriek, her hands instinctively clutching his shoulders for balance.

"Maan!" she gasped, eyes wide with surprise.

Confusion flickered across her face.

"Why did-"

"Jab se bachche hue hain, aap humein time nahi deti," he said with a dramatic pout.

"Aap humein bhool gayi, Pari?"

(Since the babies came, you don't give me any time. Have you forgotten me, Pari?)

Paridhi's eyes widened in alarm.

"No, Maan, it's not like that," she said hurriedly

"I would never-"

Seeing her genuine distress, Abhimaan couldn't maintain the facade. A laugh escaped him as he pulled her closer against his chest.

"I was just kidding," he said, his eyes dancing with mischief.

"Chill. I know our boys need you right now."

Relief washed over her face, quickly followed by embarrassment at having taken his teasing seriously. She lightly smacked his shoulder.

"Don't scare me like that!"

"I couldn't resist," he said.

"You looked so peaceful. But I've missed having you to myself, even if it's just for a few minutes."

He nodded toward the French doors across the room.

"Now, let's go for some time in the balcony. Just the two of us, before the next feeding session begins."

Paridhi glanced anxiously toward the babies.

"But what if they wake up?"

"We'll be right outside those doors," he assured her.

"We'll hear them. They might sleep for at least an hour."

She still looked uncertain, but nodded.

"Just for a little while."

Abhimaan carried her through the doors and onto the balcony that overlooked their sprawling garden.

He gently lowered Paridhi onto the cushioned outdoor sofa, arranging a soft throw blanket over her legs.

"Comfortable?" he asked, his hand lingering on her shoulder.

She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Very. Though I could have walked, you know."

"Where's the fun in that?" he teased, settling beside her.

"Besides, the doctor said you should take it easy."

"I'm not an invalid, Maan," she protested mildly.

"The delivery was some weeks ago."

"A delivery of three babies," he reminded her, his voice softening.

"You need to recover your strength."

She leaned into his side, her head finding its familiar spot against his shoulder. For several minutes, they sat in comfortable silence, watching the sky change colors.

"It's so quiet," Paridhi whispered eventually, as if afraid to disturb the peace.

"Enjoy it while it lasts," Abhimaan replied with a small laugh.

Paridhi suddenly stiffened in his arms.

"Oh! I almost forgot!" she exclaimed, pulling away slightly.

"Wait here."

Before he could protest, she was on her feet, hurrying back into the bedroom. Abhimaan watched her go with a mixture of curiosity and concern, ready to jump up if she needed help.

But she returned moments later, carrying a small silver thali that held several items he recognized from the day's ceremonies.

"What's all this?" he asked as she sat back down beside him.

Instead of answering immediately, Paridhi took a sacred red thread from the plate. With careful movements, she wrapped it around his right wrist, tying it securely with a small knot.

Her fingers were warm against his skin, her touch feather-light but sending sparks through him nonetheless.

"Pari?" he prompted when she remained silent, focused intently on her task.

Next, she took a small dab of vermillion paste and, with her index finger, gently applied it to his forehead in a perfect tilak.

Her face was so close to his that he could count each of her eyelashes as they fluttered downward in concentration.

"There," she said softly, sitting back to examine her work.

Satisfaction glowed in her eyes.

Abhimaan raised an eyebrow, genuinely puzzled.

"What's all this about?" he asked again.

"I'm just making sure that my blessing gets all the blessings."

Paridhi's eyes met his.

"You," she said simply.

"You're my blessing, Maan. You and our sons."

Abhimaan's throat suddenly felt desert-dry.

"Pari," he began, his voice rough with emotion.

"Let me finish," she interrupted softly, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of the blanket.

"These past few days have been... overwhelming. Three babies at once is not what we expected."

He nodded, reaching for her hand and squeezing it encouragingly.

"But watching you with them," she continued, her voice growing stronger,

"seeing how you look at them, how carefully you hold them, how you sing to them even though you can't carry a tune to save your life..." She smiled at that, and he couldn't help but return it.

"It made me realize again how lucky I am. How blessed."

"I'm the lucky one," he said, bringing her hand to his lips and pressing a kiss to her knuckles.

She shook her head.

"A years ago, I was terrified on our wedding day. I'd heard so many stories about you the ruthless King and businessman, the demanding boss, the man who never smiled."

"I smiled," he protested mildly.

"Rarely," she countered.

"And never like you smile now, when you're looking at our sons. Or at me."

Her free hand reached up to touch his face, her thumb tracing his cheekbone with gentle wonder.

"I tied this thread because it's meant to protect. But you're always the one protecting us. Me first, and now our babies too."

Abhimaan turned his face to press a kiss into her palm.

"As I said earlier that's my honour Pari," he said again, just as he had earlier.

"No," Paridhi shook her head.

"It's more than that. It's who you are. And I wanted... I needed to do something to protect you too, even if it's just a symbol."

The raw honesty in her voice undid him. Abhimaan gathered her against his chest, burying his face in her hair, breathing in the familiar scent of her.

He held her tightly, as if he could somehow absorb her into himself, keep her safe forever within the circle of his arms.

"I don't need protection," he murmured against her temple.

"Everyone needs protection sometimes," she replied, her voice muffled against his t-shirt.

"Even you, Maan."

He pulled back slightly to look into her eyes, finding them bright with unshed tears.

"Why are you crying?" he asked gently, brushing his thumb across her cheek to catch a stray tear.

"I'm not crying," she denied immediately, even as another tear escaped.

"It's just... hormones. The doctor said it's normal after delivery."

"Ah, yes. Hormones. Convenient excuse," he teased, but his tone was tender.

She looked away, embarrassed.

"Don't make fun of me."

"I would never," he said, turning her face back toward his.

"I love you too much to make fun of you. Tease you, yes. Make fun, never."

"I love you too," she whispered back, the words barely audible.

Abhimaan's hand moved to the nape of her neck, fingers threading through her silky hair.

"I know," he said, his voice deepening.

"But I never tire of hearing it."

Their eyes locked, and the air between them seemed to thicken. For days, they had been parents first-exhausted, overwhelmed, focused entirely on three tiny new lives. But in this moment, they were simply Abhimaan and Paridhi again.

Slowly, giving her every chance to pull away, Abhimaan leaned forward. Paridhi's eyes fluttered closed just before his lips met hers in a kiss that started gentle but quickly deepened.

Her hands came up to curl into the fabric of his t-shirt, pulling him closer as she responded with unexpected eagerness.

When they finally broke apart, both were breathing heavily. Abhimaan rested his forehead against hers, his hand still cradling the back of her head.

"I've missed this," he admitted roughly.

"I've missed you."

"Me too" she said out, her voice equally breathless.

"Why still so shy Pari" he said teasingly.

A lovely blush spread across her cheeks at his implication.

"Maan!"

"What?" he asked innocently.

Her blush deepened to an impossible shade of red as she buried her face against his shoulder. He laughed, the sound rumbling deep in his chest.

"You're adorable"

"Stop it," she protested weakly.

"Never," he promised, tilting her face up for another quick kiss.

"It's too much fun making you blush."

Paridhi nestled against Abhimaan's chest, his heartbeat steady and comforting under her ear. His arm wrapped around her shoulders, fingers absently playing with the ends of her hair.

"Happy?" he asked, his voice a low rumble she could feel through his chest.

She nodded, too content for words.

"I never thought I could be this tired and this happy at the same time," she admitted, stifling a yawn.

Abhimaan chuckled. They fell into comfortable silence, the gentle sway of the swing lulling them both. Paridhi's eyes were just drifting closed when Abhimaan spoke again, his voice oddly hesitant.

"You know, Pari, I didn't tell you one thing till now."

Something in his tone made her open her eyes. She shifted to look at him properly.

"What?"

Abhimaan took a deep breath, suddenly looking almost... nervous? It was an expression she rarely saw on his usually confident face.

"That I knew you since five years before our marriage."

Paridhi blinked, certain she had misheard. She sat up straight, the blanket falling from her shoulders.

"What did you say?"

"I saw you first in New York," he continued, his eyes watching her reaction carefully.

"Then I felt the spark. It was kind of love at first sight. Then I started noticing your daily routines."

Paridhi's mind raced, trying to process this revelation.

Five years before their marriage?

That would have been during her internship.

"Abhimaan Singh Rathore!" She pushed against his chest playfully.

"Are you serious right now? You knew me for five years and never said anything?"

He caught her hand, holding it against his heart.

"I'm completely serious."

Paridhi shook her head in disbelief.

"How? Where? I think I would have remembered meeting you."

"We didn't exactly meet," he admitted, looking slightly embarrassed now.

"I was in New York for a business conference."

Abhimaan continued, watching her face carefully.

"It was at the Raizada Industries building. You bumped into me at the entrance."

Paridhi's mind raced back to her internship days. She vaguely remembered being late one morning, rushing into the building, possibly bumping into someone...

"You were running late," he said, a small smile forming on his lips.

"You barely looked at me, but I couldn't look away from you. Your eyes... they were the warmest brown I'd ever seen."

"But that was just a moment," Paridhi said, confusion written across her face.

"How could you remember me from such a brief meeting?"

Abhimaan took her hand.

"That brief moment changed everything for me. I couldn't stop thinking about you."

"So what did you do?" she asked, both amazed and slightly unsettled.

"I hired someone to find out who you were," he admitted, looking slightly embarrassed.

"By the next morning, I knew your name was Paridhi Gupta. I knew you were from Rajasthan, that you moved to the US with your grandmother when you were four."

Paridhi's eyes widened.

"You investigated me?"

"I did," he nodded.

"I learned you were only twenty then. I thought you were too young, so I decided to wait."

"Wait for what exactly?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"For the right time to meet you properly," he said.

"But I couldn't stay away completely. I hired people to keep an eye on you, to make sure you were safe."

Paridhi stared at him, processing this information.

"So you were basically my stalker," she said flatly, though her lips twitched with the beginning of a smile.

"Hmm," he hummed, neither confirming nor denying, but the slight flush creeping up his neck was answer enough.

She pushed against his chest playfully.

"Are you serious right now?"

He caught her hand, holding it against his heart.

"But why did you wait so long?" she asked, still trying to understand.

"I wanted to give you time to grow, to become who you were meant to be," he said.

"And I wasn't sure if you'd accept me if you knew the truth."

"So all those times you happened to be in the same place as me..."

"Hmm" He hummed

"I knew which coffee shop you liked to go to in the mornings, which park you visited during your lunch breaks."

"That's both romantic and creepy," she said, shaking her head in disbelief.

"I know," he admitted.

"But I couldn't help myself. From the moment I saw you, I knew you were meant to be mine."

Paridhi was quiet for a moment, thinking about all the times she had felt someone watching her, all the strange coincidences that had brought them together.

Paridhi looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of deception. All she saw was love and vulnerability.

"I should be angry," she said finally.

"But somehow, I'm not. It's strange, but it feels like this was always meant to happen."

Abhimaan pulled her closer.

"From the moment I saw you, I knew you were my destiny. My Pari."

"That's what I called you first in my mind," he admitted.

"My angel who appeared out of nowhere and completely enchanted me."

Paridhi laughed softly.

"You're impossible, you know that?" She leaned her head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

"Do you ever wonder why we ended up together?" she asked quietly, still processing everything he'd told her.

"Every day," he replied without hesitation.

"And?" she prompted.

Abhimaan pulled her closer, his arms wrapping securely around her.

"And every day, I realize I wouldn't want it any other way."

Paridhi rested her head against his shoulder, breathing in the familiar scent of his cologne.

"I can't decide if I should be flattered or frightened that you went to such lengths," she admitted.

"Be flattered," he said simply.

"The frightening part is how completely I fell for you before we'd even exchanged a single word."

"Love at first sight," she murmured, remembering his earlier words.

"I never believed in that."

"Neither did I," he confessed.

"I was focused entirely on business, convinced that romance was a distraction I couldn't afford. Then I saw you, and suddenly nothing else seemed as important."

"Not even your precious quarterly reports?" she teased.

"Not even those," he said solemnly.

"Do you know I missed a board meeting because I was watching you sketch in the park? Baba sa nearly disowned me."

Paridhi giggled, imagining the reaction

"What did you tell him?"

"That I was pursuing a life-changing acquisition," Abhimaan replied with a small smile.

"I wasn't wrong though."

She blushed at the implication, still not entirely used to his straightforward declarations of love.

"Are you upset?" he asked, suddenly serious.

"About me not telling you sooner?"

Paridhi considered the question, examining her feelings.

Was she upset?

It was certainly shocking to learn that their love story had begun years before she realized. But looking at the man before her who loves her immensely.

"No," she said honestly.

"Not upset. Just... adjusting to this new version of our history. It's like reading a different translation of a favorite book. Same story, but with details I never noticed before."

Relief spread across his features.

"I was afraid you might think it was... too much."

"Oh, it was definitely too much," she said to him with a laugh.

He winced, but she reached up to touch his face, her expression softening.

"But it's also strangely sweet," she continued.

"To know that you loved me from afar for so long. That you saw something in me worth pursuing before anyone else believed in my talent."

"Everyone else was blind," he said firmly.

"I just had the good fortune to see you clearly from the beginning."

"We should go," Paridhi said reluctantly.

"The babies must be hungry."

Abhimaan nodded, but before they entered the room, he pulled her close for one more embrace, his lips brushing her ear.

"Thank you," he whispered.

"For what?"

"For not running away when you found out you married a stalker," he said with a self-deprecating smile.

"And for giving me everything I ever wanted, even when I didn't know what that was."

Paridhi stood on tiptoes to kiss him softly.

"Thank you for finding me," she whispered against his lips.

"Even if your methods were questionable."

He laughed, the sound full of joy.

"I would have searched forever," he told her with a smile and kissed her forehead.

The sincerity in his voice made her heart swell with emotion. She leaned up to kiss him softly, her hand resting against his cheek.

Another day, another challenge, another moment to add to their collection. But they would face it together.

She was, is and always will be His Pari. It was their saga of love.

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This was the last chapter and my longest one yet!(9k+ words the) 🥹🥹🫶 I feel so emotional right now. I hope you liked the ending. If not, I'm sorry.

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