Honeymoon - Love, Mischief, and Mayhem

Arsh had expected their honeymoon to be peaceful-a much-needed escape after the madness of their wedding. What he had not accounted for was Avika.

She had spent the first two days of their Maldives trip stealing his sunglasses, burying his flip-flops in the sand, and shoving him into the ocean mid-sentence.

"You really thought I'd sit quietly and be all mushy for days?" Avika smirked, standing on their private villa's balcony. The sunset painted her face golden, but Arsh was too busy narrowing his eyes at her.

"You're my wife now, Avika. Show some respect," he said, folding his arms.

Avika snorted. "And you're my husband, Arsh. Prepare for a lifetime of suffering."

Before he could retort, she grabbed his collar and pulled him into a kiss-one that shut him up instantly.

Arsh sighed dramatically when they pulled apart. "If you keep kissing me like that, I might actually start enjoying this torture."

Avika winked. "That was the plan, love."

But of course, the peaceful, romantic moment didn't last long.

The very next day, Avika spotted a jet ski rental. Arsh, very wisely, tried to stop her.

"Avika, do not-"

Too late. She was already on the jet ski, dragging him along.

What followed was pure chaos.

Avika definitely did not know how to control the thing. She nearly crashed into a luxury yacht, did a full-speed spin that sent them both flying into the water, and laughed like a maniac while Arsh coughed out seawater.

"I married a menace," Arsh muttered, floating in the water.

Avika grinned. "And you love it."

And yeah, he really did.

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Parenthood - The Five Mini Versions of Disaster

Five years later, Arsh finally realized-handling a cricket team was easier than handling his kids.

Because, as fate would have it, his own children had inherited the worst of both their personalities.

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Firstborn Twins - Chaos vs. Sass

Arsh was prepared for parenthood. Or so he thought.

Then came their firstborn twins-Aarav and Aira.

Aarav was a walking replica of Avika-sharp, competitive, and constantly roasting people. Aira, on the other hand, had Arsh's charm and savage one-liners.

They were the perfect team-against their parents.

One night, Arsh walked into their room, only to see Aarav sitting on Aira's shoulders, trying to steal chocolates from the top shelf.

"What the hell are you two doing?!" Arsh yelled.

Aira smirked. "Mission 'Sweet Victory,' Papa. Don't snitch."

Arsh groaned. "Where is your mother?!"

"Right here." Avika appeared behind him, holding a bowl of popcorn.

"And you're just watching?!"

"Obviously. It's good entertainment."

Arsh gave up.

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Second Child - The Drama Queen

If Aarav and Aira were chaos, then their second child-Anaya-was drama incarnate.

She demanded attention. If she didn't get it, she would create a scene.

Once, Arsh and Avika found her lying face-down on the floor, wailing.

"Anaya, what happened?!" Avika rushed to her side.

Anaya sniffled dramatically. "Papa didn't say I'm his favorite today!"

Arsh blinked. "I told you yesterday!"

"BUT NOT TODAY!"

Arsh looked at Avika. "This is your fault."

Avika smirked. "She gets it from you, Mr. Attention-Seeker."

Arsh groaned. "I'm surrounded by psychopaths."

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Last Twins - The Ultimate Menace

And then... the final twins arrived-Aadi and Aarya.

If Aarav and Aira were bad, these two were worse.

One morning, Arsh woke up to find his face covered in blue marker.

"WHO DID THIS?!"

Aarya giggled. "It was Aadi!"

Aadi gasped. "Liar! It was YOU!"

Avika, unbothered, sipped her coffee. "Welcome to your karma, Singhania."

"Why do I have five kids who want to ruin my life?!" Arsh groaned.

Aarav, the eldest, smirked. "Because you married Mom."

"I should've run when I had the chance," Arsh muttered.

Avika threw a pillow at him. "Too late now, hubby."

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One Night, Five Kids, and Zero Sleep

Arsh had survived a lot in life. His father's abandonment. Tough cricket matches. Avika's constant sass.

But nothing compared to the horror of trying to put all five kids to bed.

"Alright, everyone go to sleep!" Arsh ordered.

"But Papa, I'm not sleepy!" Aadi whined.

"Me neither!" Aarya joined in.

"I need my bedtime story!" Anaya demanded.

"I want to discuss cricket strategies with you!" Aarav added.

"And I need an extra pillow." Aira smirked.

Arsh grabbed his head. "I'm going to lose my mind."

Avika, calm as ever, clapped her hands. "Kids, if you don't sleep, I'll tell Nani that you all hate her cooking."

Silence.

Five kids immediately ran to bed.

Arsh stared at his wife. "How...?"

Avika winked. "Mom power, baby."

Arsh collapsed onto the couch. "I give up."

Avika grinned and sat beside him, resting her head on his shoulder. "And yet, you love it."

Arsh sighed, wrapping an arm around her. "Yeah. I really do."

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The Final Scene - Their 'Forever'

Later that night, when the house was finally silent, Arsh and Avika stepped onto their balcony. The moon cast a soft glow over them, and the distant sound of crickets filled the air.

"Life turned out nothing like we planned, huh?" Avika murmured, leaning against him.

Arsh chuckled, pulling her closer. "Not at all. But I wouldn't change a thing."

Avika smirked. "Not even the five little menaces we created?"

Arsh groaned. "Especially them."

She laughed softly, tilting her head to look at him. "Do you regret it? Us? This crazy, chaotic life?"

Arsh turned her to face him completely. "Never."

And then, because no words could ever be enough, he kissed her-slow, deep, and full of every emotion he had ever felt for her.

A forever that started with rivalry.
A forever filled with chaos.
A forever that neither of them ever saw coming-
But was exactly what they needed.

Because, in the end-
Arsh and Avika had already won.

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The End.

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Author's Note:

That's it. That's the crazy, chaotic, heartwarming mess that is Arsh and Avika's forever. Writing this journey has been an absolute ride, and I hope you all laughed, cried, and fell in love with them just as much as I did.

Thank you for reading. Thank you for loving them.

And remember-love is not about perfection. It's about finding someone who makes even the chaos beautiful.