Ankita's POV:-

I was preparing parathas and matar paneer for dinner, with my little one sitting on the floor nearby. He played with a small piece of dough I had given him, squeezing and crushing it in his tiny hands.

Every now and then, he giggled as if he had discovered something magical.As I started making the parathas, I felt a soft tug on my saree.

I looked down to see his curious eyes staring up at me, his chubby fingers still gripping my saree.Raising an eyebrow, I smiled.

"What is it, baby?"He proudly showed me the dough in one hand and his empty palm with the other.

"I don't have any more, baby. Play with what you have," I said in a gentle, baby voice.

But he wasn't satisfied. He tugged at my saree again, this time with those big puppy eyes.

Could anyone resist that look? Of course not.

I chuckled and gave him some more dough. He accepted it eagerly, flashing me his adorable two-toothed grin.

My little bunny!

I kissed his head, feeling a warmth that only a mother could understand.

In just a few days, he would turn one year old. ONE. How did time fly so fast?

I still vividly remembered his first cry in the labor room, and the way he calmed instantly when the doctor placed him on my skin.

The sound of Aryan's voice from the hallway pulled me out of my thoughts. He was home from work, and I knew from his excited tone that he'd finally gotten the promotion he deserved.

I smiled, proud of him.Hearing his chachu's voice, my little one's face lit up.

His tiny body sped across the floor, crawling as fast as his little hands and knees could take him.

"Slow down, baby! You'll get hurt!" I called after him, but he was already out of sight, chasing after Aryan.

Aryan's POV:

As I stepped inside, I instinctively searched for my little buddy. He usually waited for me at the door, but today he wasn't there. Just as I was about to ask Mumma about him, I heard a joyful giggle.

Before I could react, my jaan came speeding toward me on all fours.

"Ai..ii...cchhu!" he squealed, giggling uncontrollably.With outstretched arms, he signaled for me to pick him up, and I happily obliged.

His small hands grasped my face as he showered me with kisses, making all the exhaustion from work vanish in an instant.

"I missed you too, my baby," I whispered, kissing his forehead.

He showed me the dough clutched in his hand. "Paoway... paoway," he mumbled.

"Oh, you were playing with dough? Having fun, huh?" I asked in a playful tone, earning an enthusiastic nod from him.

Ankita walked out from the kitchen, her soft smile lighting up the room. Every time she smiled like that, it made my heart skip a beat.

I couldn't deny it any longer. I was falling for her-hard. Just yesterday, when she congratulated me on my promotion, the warmth in her words filled me with a happiness unlike anything I'd felt before.

Her gift, a simple maroon shirt, meant more to me than any grand gesture.

I had already accepted Ansh as my own son, but these growing feelings for Ankita? They terrified me. What if she didn't feel the same?

Later, during dinner, Ansh sat on my lap, his tiny legs swinging as we ate. He had already finished his meal but insisted on staying close.

Across from me, Ankita sat next to Mumma, her presence calm and comforting.

I took a bite of the soft paneer and let out a satisfied hum. "This is delicious.""Of course it is! My daughter made it," Mumma said proudly."

Indeed," I agreed, smiling at Ankita. Her cheeks flushed with a soft redness that made her even more beautiful.

My glass was empty, and as I reached for the jug, Ankita did too.

Our hands brushed against each other, and for a moment, everything around us blurred. Her eyes widened slightly as she silently urged me to remove my hand, but I was lost in the softness of her gaze.

Reluctantly, I pulled my hand away, my heart racing uncontrollably.

Later that night, Ansh and I were cuddled up in front of the TV, watching "Stuart Little" for what must have been the fifth time this week.

His eyes were glued to the screen, his mouth slightly open in fascination.

Every so often, I'd gently close his mouth, only for him to open it again.

Ankita came into the room. "Come on, baby, it's bedtime. Time to sleep," she said, reaching for the remote.

Ansh whined, grabbing the remote back, clearly not ready for bed.

Ankita shot me a deadly look, her expression saying, This is your fault.

"What did I do?" I defended myself' .

"You were the one who showed him the movie in the first place!"

"Listen-" she started, pointing her finger at me, but Ansh's indignant cry interrupted her.

We both looked at him, and he grinned back at us, his cheeks puffed like a little rabbit, completely melting our hearts.

He patted the seat next to me, motioning for Ankita to sit down. "No, baby, you watch with your chachu. I have work downstairs," she said softly, patting his head.

But he kept patting the seat, and eventually, Ankita gave in, sitting down beside me, though she made sure to keep some distance. I didn't push it.

"How was your day?" I asked, breaking the silence.

She smiled gently. "Just like every other day.""And yours?" she asked.

I sighed.

"Tiring. Four back-to-back meetings. I'm exhausted."

After a few moments of quiet chatter, we both turned our attention back to the movie.

I felt something soft on my shoulder and realized Ankita had fallen asleep, her head gently resting against me.

My heart raced as my smartwatch beeped, tracking my pulse as it climbed higher and higher.

Beside me, my jaan had also fallen asleep, his head resting on my chest.

I looked down at the two of them, my heart swelling with an emotion I couldn't quite describe. I had never felt more content.These two precious souls-my world.

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