He rung the doorbell of his house at 8pm in the night, with his coat overhanging on his shoulders, tie loosened and one hand gripping his laptop bag. He was worn out by the events of the day with numerous meetings, back to back video conferences and not a single cup of coffee since afternoon to keep his senses sane. Absence of his manager added to his burden, as he had to take care of everything single handedly, which he was not used to since a long time. Not that he could not, but it felt he overworked today. Not that he was complaining, the poor man needed rest after working day and night for the fashion show that took place two days back. Being the boss was not easy, if the employees had to work till the event, then the boss had to work after it to sort out the profits and losses. And Arnav Singh Raizada was tired like hell.

To his disappointment, it was HP who welcomed him, not the loud squeal that he was used to since the past one year. His face lit up with a smile at the mention of that particular person who had the ability to take away the tiredness in him with just her presence.

He took long steps towards the staircase to his room, as he knew that was the place she would be.

He opened the door steadily, so as not to make noise, unless she would wake up if she had slept. Nowadays, she slept a lot and did not wait for his arrival, he noticed.

The room was dark, with the moonlight being the only source of light. His gaze went up to the bed where his angel laid in her weird sleeping position, snoring softly. A chuckle left his throat at the sight. She would never change, he mused.

Placing his laptop bag and other things on the recliner, he made his way to the bed and settled himself next to her, admiring her face right from her perfect shaped eyes, cute button nose and her pink lips. Regardless of how many ever times he saw, he could never get tired of admiring her. As expected, a single glance at her, made him forget all the hardships he went through since morning. If such sight greeted him at the end of the day, then he was glad to tolerate all the exhaustion.

He caressed her face gently, lest she woke up. Leaning towards her, he placed a tender kiss on her forehead, lingering his lips at the spot for some time before be backed up. Kissing her cheeks one by one, taking care not to disturb her, he got up from the bed to freshen up, his gaze not leaving her sight.

That was when he heard the washroom door open, and emerged from there his another angel, who had conquered his heart and soul. His wife, his life, Khushi Singh Raizada.

A small smile was exchanged between them and their eyes went back to their two year old daughter, Aashi Singh Raizada, who was sleeping peacefully in the centre of the bed.

Khushi neared Arnav and the parents watched their daughter sleep, with contentment and happiness fluttering in their hearts for the soul they gave birth to. Their daughter, their child, their symbol of love!

Another quick drabble! The idea just stuck my mind and I could not stop myself from penning it down! So please do not forget to vote and comment on how it was!

Love,
Shwetha