It had been six wonderful years since Shubman and Sara had tied the knot, and their lives had been blessed with two beautiful children. Their daughter, Aadhya Shubman Gill, was born five years ago, and their son, Aahan Shubman Gill, followed a year later. Aadhya was an outgoing, lively girl who had inherited Sara's hair and facial features but possessed her father's striking eyes. Aahan, on the other hand, was more reserved, a quiet boy with Sara's eyes and Shubman's famous dimples that made him even more endearing.

Sara had built a successful career and now owned her own hospital, where she dedicated much of her time. Meanwhile, Shubman had reached the pinnacle of his cricket career, achieving great heights and making a name for himself on the international stage.

One afternoon, after a busy day, Sara picked up Aadhya and Aahan from school. As soon as they got into the car, Aadhya piped up, "Mumma, where is Dada?"

Sara smiled at her daughter's impatience but decided to tease her a little. "Don't you want to greet your Mumma first, Aadu?"

Aadhya, undeterred, repeated her question, "Where is Dada?"

Sara sighed playfully and said, "He's at home, sweetheart. He just came back from a meeting and practice."

Aahan, who had been quietly observing, spoke up, "Mumma, I missed you a lot."

Sara's heart melted at his words. She leaned over and kissed his chubby cheeks, "I missed you too, my Aahu."

As they drove home, Sara glanced in the rearview mirror at her two precious children, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude and love. Life was busy and sometimes chaotic, but moments like these made everything worth it.

When they arrived home, Aadhya and Aahan raced each other to the front door. As they burst into the living room, they found Shubman relaxing on the couch, flipping through a sports magazine. His face lit up when he saw his children running toward him.

Aahan was the first to reach him, and without hesitation, he climbed onto Shubman's lap, snuggling into his chest. "Dada, guess what we did today!" Aahan exclaimed, his eyes wide with excitement.

Shubman smiled warmly and ruffled Aahan's hair. "What did you do, champ?"

Aahan launched into an animated tale about his day at school, talking about the drawing he made, the story the teacher read, and how he played with his friends during recess. Shubman listened intently, nodding and asking questions, fully engaged in his son's enthusiastic recounting.

Meanwhile, Aadhya stood a few feet away, watching her brother with narrowed eyes. She crossed her arms and pouted, feeling a pang of jealousy. In her mind, Dada was supposed to be reserved just for her, and she didn't like sharing him, even with her little brother.

Noticing her expression, Sara chuckled softly and leaned down to whisper, "What's wrong, Aadu?"

Aadhya huffed, "Dada is supposed to be my best friend. Aahan always gets all the attention."

Sara smiled knowingly and gently nudged Aadhya forward. "Why don't you go join them? I'm sure Dada wants to hear about your day too."

Reluctantly, Aadhya walked over and stood beside the couch, looking down at Shubman with big, expectant eyes. Shubman immediately noticed and held out his free arm to her. "Come here, princess," he said.

Aadhya hesitated for only a second before climbing onto the couch beside him, squeezing in close. "Dada, I did something really cool today too!" she declared, her earlier jealousy already fading as she found her place next to him.

Shubman smiled at both of his children, his heart swelling with love. "Alright, let's hear it, Aadu. What amazing thing did you do today?"

As Aadhya started recounting her day, she felt reassured and special once more, snuggling up against her father. Shubman expertly balanced his attention between Aadhya and Aahan, making sure both of his little ones felt cherished.

Sara watched the scene unfold from the doorway, a warm smile on her face. This was her family—full of love, occasional jealousy, and endless affection—and she wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

Sara watched the heartwarming scene for a few moments before deciding to join them on the couch. She walked over and sat down beside Shubman, who immediately shifted, resting his head on her shoulder with a contented sigh.

Without hesitation, Sara wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer. "Long day?" she asked softly, her fingers gently playing with his hair.

Shubman closed his eyes, a peaceful smile on his lips. "It's better now," he murmured, enjoying the warmth and comfort of being surrounded by his family.

Aadhya, noticing her parents' closeness, snuggled even closer to Shubman and declared proudly, "My Dada!"

Not wanting to be left out, Aahan looked up at Sara with wide, innocent eyes and echoed, "My Mumma!"

Sara chuckled at their adorable possessiveness, her heart swelling with love. "Yes, Aadu, Dada is all yours," she said, giving her daughter a gentle squeeze. Then, she turned to Aahan, kissing his forehead. "And Mumma is all yours, Aahu."

Shubman smiled, opening his eyes to take in the sight of his family, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude. "I think," he began, his voice filled with warmth, "we're all lucky to have each other."

Aadhya and Aahan both nodded enthusiastically, happy and content in the arms of their parents. The four of them stayed like that for a while, wrapped up in each other's love, the world outside forgotten. For them, this was everything—a simple, perfect moment that reminded them just how blessed they were to have one another.

Later in the evening, as the sun began to set, Sara was in the kitchen, preparing dinner while mentally juggling a thousand other tasks. Her mind was preoccupied with work, and she felt the weight of the day pressing down on her.

Aadhya, filled with energy and excitement, was tailing behind her mother, tugging at her kurta. "Mumma, can we go to the waterpark tomorrow? Please, please, please! It'll be so much fun!" she pleaded, her eyes sparkling with hope.

Sara, already feeling overwhelmed, tried to gently dismiss her. "Not now, Aadu, Mumma has a lot of work to do," she said, her tone firm but strained.

"But Mumma, you promised last week!" Aadhya insisted, not ready to give up.

Sara's patience, already stretched thin, finally snapped. "Aadhya, I said no!" she yelled, her voice sharper than intended. "I can't take you to the waterpark tomorrow, and that's final!"

Aadhya's eyes widened in shock, her lower lip trembling. Tears welled up in her eyes as she backed away, her heart hurting from her mother's sudden outburst. Without another word, she turned and ran out of the kitchen, her sobs echoing through the house.

Shubman, who was in the living room with Aahan, heard Aadhya's crying and quickly got up. He caught Aadhya as she ran towards him, scooping her into his arms. "Hey, hey, what's wrong, my little princess?" he asked gently, wiping away her tears.

Aadhya buried her face in Shubman's chest, her small body shaking with sobs. "Mumma yelled at me," she managed to say between sniffles. "She doesn't want to take me to the waterpark."

Shubman exchanged a concerned look with Aahan, who had also come over, his eyes filled with worry for his sister. "It's okay, Aadu," Shubman soothed, stroking her back. "Mumma didn't mean to yell. She's just tired, that's all."

Aadhya shook her head stubbornly. "She's mean," she muttered, refusing to be consoled.

Aahan, in his quiet way, hugged his sister, trying to comfort her as best as he could. "Don't cry, Aadu. We can play together, okay?"

Sara, meanwhile, was standing in the kitchen, her heart heavy with guilt. She hadn't meant to yell at Aadhya, but the stress had gotten to her. Hearing her daughter's cries and seeing her run to Shubman instead of her only made her feel worse. She wiped her hands on a towel and walked over to the living room, where she saw Shubman and Aahan consoling Aadhya.

Shubman looked up as she approached, his expression soft but serious. "I'll talk to her, Sara," he said quietly. "Give her some time. She just needs to cool down."

Sara nodded, her eyes filled with regret. "I didn't mean to yell at her. I'm just so stressed," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Shubman reached out and took her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I know, Sara. It's okay. I'll make sure she understands that you didn't mean it. She'll come around, trust me."

Sara looked at her husband, grateful for his understanding. "Thank you, Shub. I hate seeing her like this."

Shubman smiled softly. "We're a team, remember? I'll take care of it."

He turned his attention back to Aadhya, who was still sniffling in his arms. "Aadu, how about we do something fun tomorrow? Just the two of us? We can go to the park, or watch a movie, whatever you want. But before that, we'll talk to Mumma, okay?"

Aadhya looked at him, her big eyes still watery but a little less sad. She nodded slowly, though she still looked hesitant.

Shubman kissed her forehead. "That's my girl. Now, let's go find something fun to do tonight, and then tomorrow, we'll have a great day together."

As Shubman carried Aadhya away, Sara watched them go, her heart aching but also full of love. She knew she was lucky to have such a supportive partner, and she hoped that by tomorrow, things would be back to normal with her little girl.

Later that evening, Sara stood alone on the balcony, the cool breeze gently brushing against her face. She leaned against the railing, lost in thought, her heart heavy with guilt from the earlier incident. The sky was tinged with hues of orange and pink as the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over everything.

Suddenly, Sara felt two small hands wrap around her leg. Startled, she looked down and saw Aadhya, her big brown eyes looking up at her with a mix of hesitation and love.

"Mumma," Aadhya whispered, her voice soft and unsure.

Sara's heart melted instantly. She bent down to Aadhya's level, her eyes brimming with tears. "Aadu, I'm so sorry," she said, her voice trembling. "Mumma didn't mean to yell at you. I was just stressed, but that's no excuse. Can you forgive me?"

Aadhya looked at her mother for a moment, then threw her arms around Sara's neck, hugging her tightly. "I love you, Mumma," she said, her voice muffled against Sara's shoulder.

Sara hugged her daughter back just as tightly, feeling an immense wave of relief wash over her. "I love you too, Aadu," she whispered, kissing her on the cheek.

Meanwhile, in Shubman's room, he stood by the doorway, watching the touching moment between mother and daughter. Aahan was beside him, peeking out to see what was happening.

Aahan looked up at Shubman with a pout. "Dada, look how Mumma is hugging Aadu. Not fair!" he said, crossing his arms in mock frustration.

Shubman chuckled softly, ruffling Aahan's hair. "Well, why don't you go over there and get your share of hugs too?" he suggested.

Aahan's eyes lit up at the idea, and he quickly ran out to the balcony. He hesitated for a second before wrapping his arms around both Sara and Aadhya, joining the hug.

Sara laughed softly, hugging both her children tightly, feeling a warmth in her heart that only her family could bring. Shubman watched the scene from a distance, his heart swelling with love and pride for his little family.

Finally, Shubman walked over and joined them, wrapping his arms around all three of them, enveloping his family in a big group hug. "Now this is how a hug should be," he said with a grin.

Aadhya giggled, "Dada, you're squishing us!"

Aahan laughed too, "But it's a good squish!"

Sara looked up at Shubman, her eyes filled with love and gratitude. "Thank you," she mouthed, knowing that Shubman had played a big part in mending the rift.

Shubman simply smiled back, his eyes saying everything that words didn't need to. Together, they stood there on the balcony, wrapped in each other's warmth, feeling that despite the stresses and challenges, they had each other—and that was all that really mattered.

After a long day, Shubman and Sara finally managed to get Aadhya and Aahan ready for bed. The kids, tired but still full of energy, snuggled into their beds, and Sara and Shubman were looking forward to some quiet time together. They turned off the lights and settled into their own bed.

Just as they were about to drift off, a soft knock at the door interrupted the calm. Shubman got up and opened the door to find Aadhya and Aahan standing there, their little faces filled with a mix of uncertainty and hope.

"Dada, Mumma, can we sleep with you?" Aadhya asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Shubman looked at them and then at Sara, who was watching from the bed. "You know, it's really late," Shubman said gently. "You should be in your own beds."

The children pouted and Aahan added, "But we want to sleep with Mumma. Please?"

Sara, who had come up behind Shubman, nodded with a smile. "It's okay, Shubman. Let them stay with us tonight."

The kids' faces lit up with joy as they rushed to the bed, claiming Shubman's spot and making themselves comfortable. Shubman sighed in exasperation but couldn't help but smile at their enthusiasm.

"I guess I'll have to find a new spot then," Shubman said, grabbing his pillow and a spare blanket. He made his way toward the balcony, determined to make the best of the situation.

Sara followed him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Shubman, please don't. You'll catch a cold if you sleep out here."

Shubman looked at her and sighed. "I'll be fine. It's just one night."

Sara gently guided him back inside. "Please, Shubman. They need to learn that it's okay to sleep in their own beds. You'll end up falling ill if you sleep out here, and I don't want you to get sick."

Shubman hesitated, looking at the peaceful scene in the bedroom. He could hear the muffled giggles and whispers from Aadhya and Aahan, who were already settled in.

"Alright, alright," Shubman relented, placing his pillow and blanket back. "But I'm not giving up my spot easily."

Sara smiled gratefully. "Thank you. Let's try to make them comfortable and then we can all get some rest."

They went back to the bedroom, where Sara gently persuaded Aadhya and Aahan to sleep in their own beds. After a few minutes of coaxing and promises of stories and cuddles, the children finally agreed.

As Shubman tucked them in, he couldn't help but feel a deep sense of contentment, knowing that despite the minor disruptions and challenges, they were all together as a family.

Once the kids were finally settled, Shubman and Sara returned to their bed. Shubman slipped under the covers, pulling Sara close. "I guess our bed is a bit crowded tonight," he said with a grin.

Sara laughed softly and nestled against him. "But it's a good kind of crowded," she said, her voice filled with warmth. "We're all together."

They held each other close, the room filled with a comforting silence as they drifted off to sleep, grateful for their loving family and the little moments that made everything worth it.