Epilogue

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"Roshan! Stand still. My hand is drying up already. How long do you want me run around you?"

The three-year-old clapped his hands while running around the pillars. He climbed on the swing gripping the wobbly chains.

"You'll fall! Why are such a stubborn baby? Listen to me!"
Sandhya placed the bowl of smashed rice and dal on a shelf and rushed towards the naughty little one.

"Mamma. Mamma no!" he squealed as she twisted his ear before carrying him.

"I'll tie you to this pillar if you don't finish this rice now!" she warned her son who was trying to find ways to get down the dining table. His smart mother had pulled all the chairs away and made him sit on top. He had no escape now.

"Open up." she held both his hands tightly and forced a morsel into his tiny mouth. Roshan faked a cough earning a glare from his mother. He pouted and finally finished the food.

"Mamma! Let me go out." little Roshan whined, stamping the table shaking his hands. He reached for Sandhya and placed sloppy kisses on her face as a bribe.

"You've caused enough mischief today, Rosh. First, the new vase I painted was broken. Then Appa's new book cover was torn. Now, you're climbing on all the furniture and refusing to have food. You are grounded. No going out until your father comes home."
She scolded pointing her finger at him.

"What's all the noise about?"
Vihaan stepped into the house removing his jacket.

"Who else makes noise here? Your son! That's who."

"Oh goodness! Mamma's in a pretty bad mood today, say Junior? What did you do?"
Vihaan stifled a chuckle afraid of the results, as he unbuttoned his shirt.

His son was a replica of himself. He winked at Roshan who was standing obediently on the dining table, arms crossed across his front and the kid giggled covering his mouth with his small palm.

"Do you know what all this prankster did today? Upon that you call me a strict mother!" Sandhya explained the day's incidents.

"Really! Junior, is that how you play around? You shouldn't trouble Mamma now, should you?"
Vihaan tried to sound stern but ultimately ended up tickling his son, placing kisses on his cheeks. Roshan returned the gesture and hugged his Appa. He saw his mother with her hands on her hips and blew a flying kiss at her.

"Vihaan! You're spoiling him, I tell you!"

"Sweetheart, he'll understand as he grows up. Won't you Junior?"

"Appa, Mamma didn't give me a kissie." the child complained resting his head on Vihaan's shoulder.

"About the spoiling issue. I can spoil you too. Wanna see how?"

"I've had enough of you two."
Vihaan didn't miss the tint of red that imparted on his wife's cheeks. But being Sandhya, she grunted and left to the kitchen.

Vihaan changed into a translucent white cotton shirt and pant after taking a shower . It was time for dinner. For a change, he saw Roshan silently drawing something with his crayons in the family room. The television was stilling showing 'Phineas and Ferb'. The father and son's favorite cartoon show on Disney channel. Vihaan and Roshan spent Sundays from eight in the morning to twelve in the afternoon watching it, until Sandhya caned them to go bathe.

"Junior. Come on. Let's have dinner."

"Anasuya! Food!"
Vihaan made sounds with the steel crockery. He guffawed while Roshan chanted the same banging the table.
"Your mom's angry already, champ. Might as well stop for now or else-- Ow wow wow ow! Sandhya!"
Vihaan screamed rubbing his forehead.
"I mean, darling. That hurt."

"You call me Anasuya again, I'm bringing the grinding stone instead of a wooden spoon."

She breathed fire whenever her husband and son would make fun of her by addressing her with that name.

"A grinding stone! But.. but how can we make more babies if you throw that on me? Junior just told me that he wants five sisters and--"

"Four bothers!" Roshan completed.

Sandhya gasped. "For what joy?"

"Mamma, Appa told that God will send me many, many little brothers and sisters to play with, if I be a good boy. Right Appa?" the little one grinned letting the cat out of the bag.

"Rosh, come here. I'll feed you. You're spilling all over."
Sandhya scoffed at Vihaan who rubbed his nape idiotically, drawing their son to her lap.
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Vihaan locked the gate and doors after typing an article on his laptop and entered the room to see Roshan tucked to sleep. He pecked the baby's chin and chubby cheeks and closed the window. The night was supposed to be pleasent according to the wheather forecast but it was raining. Kamarottu was bound to witness such unexpected rains. He memorised how he carried his child for the first time and remembered it was heavily pouring that day too. Roshan was a blessing indeed in their lives and always reminded Vihaan how vulnerable one could become when it comes to children and family, though he claimed to be strong-headed.

The chain of thoughts were broken by his angel who walked in tying up her hair. She questioned him, who was gaping like there were a galaxy of stars in front, through her eyes. She looked so fresh and mesmerizing even after a long day's work making him fall for her over and over again.

He pulled her closer by the waist and nuzzled her neck.

"You said you had a lot of work at the editing section today. Aren't you tired? Besides you returned just yesterday." she wrapped her arms around him tufting his hair.

Vihaan had been frequently visiting the company's branch in the US. Being promoted as the senior editor owing to his skills and references, turned this week busy for him leaving no time for family. He missed this warmth.

"Sandhya, you know what Junior has drawn today? He's quite an artist just like you." he chortled walking them to the balcony. The cold rain sprayed on their faces with the breeze blowing gently.

Vihaan pressed himself against her encircling his arm on her shoulder. He moved her tresses to one side kissing the bare skin. She turned to him sticking to the flow of passion and cuddled his face leaning for a dip of his lips. He smirked loosening his hold. She eyed him, perplexed at his actions. Which spirit had taken over her hyperactive husband's body?

"Who do you call desperate now?" he wiggled his eyebrows.

"Excuse me! This is called being romantic, not desperate. What you are doing is called that! Kiss me first. No more arguments."

Vihaan was shocked beyond words. Something he hadn't expected had just come his way and of course he was more than happy to grab hold of the luck. He bit her earlobe and resumed from where they'd paused.

"Now tell me, what has that little guy drawn, husband man?"
She softly spoke as he laid her on the bed next to their son's.

"An orange and black face."

"What!" she shot up horrified.

"The night's too good, sweetheart. Don't be a spoilsport." he shushed hovering her.
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