The cool breeze was flowing in the expanse, causing them the breathe in the serenity. The trees were moving as per the movements of wind and the ocean current approached them in a fast pace making a giggle escape her mouth.

He peppered wet kisses on the nape of her back making her squirm in his arms due to pleasure and he caged her completely between his legs as she was sitting in between those, now as she was not able to move even an inch.

"Rish, what are you doing? This is a public place." She reminded him, looking at him sideways as her back was pressing his chest.

"This is Australia princess, not India. Stop panicking and give me a kiss." He too reminded her making her pout increase.

Turning her body in a flash, now that they were facing each and crashes down his lips on hers for a toe curling kiss. His one hand was cupping her jaw while the other was rubbing her breasts that had grown through the years, specially because of her pregnancy.

His tongue explored her mouth as if they were kissing for the first time and Yahvi felt the same truckloads of emotions she did when they first shared such an intimate moment.

"Ewww Mom and Dad. You guys literally start anywhere." An annoyed voice reached up their ears.

Yahvi and Rishabh break apart only to see their 6 yaar old son walking towards them with his eyes shut by his hands and face scrunched up just like Yahvi has the habit of doing so.

One could clearly tell that this little man was Yahvi and Rishabh's son.

With his dark brown hair that he inherited from his father pairing with brown eyes just like his parents and his mother's light beige skintone, he looked someone who definitely Yahvi and Rishabh had produced.

"No need to do your drama okay? We are not doing anything." Yahvi said, hiding the blush that they got caught again like always.

"Mhm. Sure." Their son, Ishaan muttered knowing his parents.

"Are you done playing on the beach little man?" Rishabh asked, lifting his son and placing him on his lap.

"No! I still haven't shown you both the castle I made. My princess is stuck in it look how I am wasting the time." He shook his head all panicked making Yahvi giggle at the level of his imagination.

"My boy, you your imagination from the wrong person. Where it would've been me, it's your mother." Rishabh reasoned as their little one dragged the his parents towards the castle he made.

And the very next moment a sob broke out his lips as he noticed the castle he made, all drowning by the water as the waves crashed to the shore.

"Hey, don't cry bud. We'll make another." Rishabh consoled lifting him in his arms who wrapped his arms around his father's neck, still continuing to sob.

"My princess is drowned." He sniffled and Yahvi had a hard time controlling her laugh.

Unlike every mother and father, Ishaan had more of a friendly bond with Yahvi and Rishabh although, they still were the best parents he could ever get.

She was busy having a silent laugh when Rishabh have her a look of disbelief making her straightened up.

"She's hasn't drowned. A man can never lose his princess no matter what the circumstances are. Now come on, let's make another one together and I am sure the princess must be waiting for her prince to complete the castle so she can get back to him." Rishabh explained, giving a side hug to Yahvi who nodded giggling in his chest.

"But Mumma is laughing at me." Ishaan cried, burying his face in Rishabh's neck.

Yahvi's eyes turned wide as saucers and she instantly composed herself.

"No, she's not buddy. You are not laughing Yahvi, are you?" He asked her sternly and she shook her head like a small child.

"Pakka?" He questioned adorably while looking at his mother.

"Pakka." Yahvi said intertwining her hand with his and he gave his mother a sloppy kiss on her cheek making her coo.

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"Rishabhhhhhhh." Yahvi yelled.

"Geez woman! You want to blow my ears out?" He said, covering his ears with his hands making her glare even more at him.

"Why the fuck are you wearing my sweatshirt?" She glared at him, pointing an accusing finger in his direction.

He gulped in response looking at the hoodie he wore in the morning, this being a sunday. Angry Yahvi was never a good sight.

"W-Why are you s-swearing? You know Ishaan is playing in the lobby. What if he hears you saying this?" He stuttered, crossing his arms as well.

"Do not try to change the topic Khurana." She warned.

"But I bought this for myself Yahvi! Go take the old ones na. Why are you claiming rights on the new ones too?" He asked in desperation this time who blinked her eyes innocently at him, a big pout resting on her lips.

"All those have lost your scene by being washed so many times. Do one thing, just wear those each day so that I can wear them once again okay?" She said suggestively.

Her standing with her hands resting on her hips, barely reaching his chest, he just wanted to lift her in his arms, throw over his shoulder and run to their bedroom to make sweet love to her. This little tempting queen could make him go crazy about her at any point of time.

"Princess, whenever you're at home, I am too. You don't need to wear those hoodies to feel my presence. Just come and hug me like you previously used to do, okay?" He said calmly, circling his arms around her waist who leaned onto him some more.

"But you get less time to spend with Ishaan. I don't want to ruin that." She mumbled.

"Don't we get the same amount of time? We are both working Yahvi. We need family time, not husband and wife or father-son time." He said softly cupping her cheeks.

"Why are you so sweet?" She asked with a small chuckle to cover up her emotions. She wanted to cry seeing him behave so softly and emotionally with her.

Every day, Yahvi would see an improvement of him and she was only glad that how he kept mending himself for them. For his family.

"I am sweet? Then what are you?" He smiled, nuzzling his face in her hair, breathing in the vanilla scent.

"Omgeeee! You guys started again!" A cute and adorable huff was heard making Yahvi and Rishabh separate from each other.

"N-No. What are you saying buddy?" Rishabh said scratching the back of his neck.

No matter how much they to not show Ishaan such things, he always end up catching them romancing in a corner, sucking each other's face or listening to their long romantic quotes for each other.

"Liar liar pants on fire." Ishaan shook his head, passing through them and walking towards the kitchen.

He opened the door to the fridge and a big frowned appeared on his forehead seeing his secret hideout all empty. It was without any trace of the one thing he had hidden there.

"Who ate my chocolate this time?" He shouted at his parents who looked like deers caught in headlight.

"Your Dad."

"Your Mumma."

They both simultaneously took each other's name and then glared at each other as well.

"I will seriously not talk to you this time." Ishan huffed almost on the verge of crying.

And that's when Yahvi and Rishabh knew they fucked up really bad. Eating their son's chocolate yesterday in the midnight after he slept wasn't a good move.

"Ishu, don't cry." Yahvi tried to pacify, getting on her knees in front of him.

"Don't call me Ishuuuu." He whined between his cries and Yahvi released a sigh knowing how her son hates the nickname Ishu believing it was more of a girl's name.

"See Ishaan, you know sharing is caring. We share things and we get their love in return. Now you only tell me, we are your friends before being your parents right? So you're sharing your things with your friends and in return you'll get their love in form of icecream." Yahvi clapped her hands excitedly making Ishaan do the same.

"Icecream? When did we decide this?" Rishabh frowned.

"Oh shut up. I did and now we are going. End of discussion." Yahvi declared, placing her hands on her waist trying to look intimidating.

"I swear I have never seen a mother explaining their kids in such a way. You always get out of your troubles with him, don't you? We were wrong in eating his chocolate-"

"So you want me to accept it so that he cries even more? Sometimes you do need to behave this way Rishabh. He's happy and this what that matters at the end." Yahvi shrugged looking at the 6 year old who ran towards the lounge, barely controlling his excitement.

"Aha! Philosophical Yahvi." He nodded with an impressed look.

"Aha! Weird af Rishabh." She nodded, mimicking his expression making him scowl this time.

"Mumma! Dad? How longer will you guys take?" Ishaan's distant voice was heard making Rishabh stop in his tracks as he was about to get a hold of Yahvi for a tickle attack.

"This son of yours saved you till the night. Just wait baby for what I will be doing tonight." He whispered huskily in her ear, making goosebumps rise on her skin.

"I'll make Ishaan sleep between us." She stuttered.

"He sleeps like a log. Nothing can save you." He murmured against her neck.

She bit her bottom lips so as to not create any sound that would surely be pleasing for him.

"5 seconds!" Ishaan called out.

And taking the best out of this chance, Yahvi ran towards the lounge leaving a flushed Rishabh all alone who could only gaze at his wife's retreating figure lovingly.

He cannot be more thankful towards her for what she did. Her support was surprising yet something he craved. Where she didn't hesitate to show her feelings towards him, he was being the insecure one and not letting them live like a couple they are.

But now he was glad that he has Yahvi in his life. This girl is the happiness in his life. This girl is his princess. This girl is his jaan.

Maybe he wasted a good amount of time that could've been spent in a good way with her, but now he will cherish everything that is stored for them in the future.

Because she's just his. Only his.

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My babies are finally together and happy with each other. What's better than this?🥺🤧

○How was the Epilogue readers?

○This story is really special to me since I have tired to connect it my best with the real world and the things that happen. It wasn't the usual Romance according to me. It had a lot of emotions, real feelings and love. What do you guys think?