FEW YEARS LATER

Amar and Zada are thriving both in their personal and professional lives.

Amar, now the CEO of an international technology solutions firm, stands confidently at the helm of his father's company, overseeing its global expansion. His hard-earned MBA and years of dedication have paid off, establishing him as a respected leader in the field.

Meanwhile, Zada has become a celebrated children's author, her debut book 'Mirrie the Mythical Horse' marking the start of her rise to fame. Inspired by her storytelling talents, she continues to capture young readers' imaginations with her enchanting tales and thoughtful messages. Her latest book, praised as a classic in children's literature, reflects her journey and growth over the years.

Sunlight streamed through the windows of their cosy home, casting a warm glow over the morning routine as Amar and Zada hurried to prepare their daughter for her first day of kindergarten admission.

Amar knelt beside his daughter, smoothing out the soft lavender dress Zada had picked for her. His little girl watched him with curious eyes, her tiny fingers clutching her favourite stuffed toy, a worn-out plush horse Zada had given her — a character inspired by Mirrie the Mythical Horse.

"You ready, princess?" He asked, adjusting the bow in her hair.

She nodded, her smile breaking out with a mix of excitement and nerves.

"Yes, Daddy! Do you think they'll let Mirrie come with me?" She whispered, holding the toy closer.

Zada laughed softly from behind, brushing a stray strand of hair from her own face.

"Well, we'll ask, sweetheart," she assured, leaning down to kiss her daughter's forehead. She looked over at Amar with a playful glint. "You know, if you don't stop fussing over every detail, we might be late."

"Hey, she's my baby girl. She has to make a good first impression." Amar straightened, his eyes glimmering with mild exasperation.

"Daddy, what if they don't like me?" Their daughter tugged on his sleeve, whispering.

"Oh, honey," Amar said, his expression softening as he crouched down to her level again. "They are going to love you. And if anyone ever makes you feel otherwise, you come straight to me, okay?"

Zada's heart melted as she watched her husband speak so earnestly to their daughter, her admiration for him growing as it had over the years. Gently, she took their daughter's small hand, her eyes meeting Amar's with an understanding smile.

"Alright, team. Let's go show them who our little one is," she said, brimming with pride.

As they reached the school, Amar and Zada were guided to the administrative department, where they saw other parents waiting with their children. Their little girl clutched Zada's hand, eyes wide with curiosity as she watched other kids dressed in colourful outfits, some holding favourite toys or nervously leaning into their parents.

Soon, their name was called, and they walked into an office where three people sat at a long table, overseeing the interview process. As they entered, Zada glanced at the principal and froze, a spark of recognition lighting up her face.

"Ms. Jones!" Zada called out, her voice bright with surprise. The older woman, a petite lady with a sharp, warm gaze, looked up with a slight frown, trying to place her.

"Yes...?" Ms. Jones responded cautiously, eyeing Zada with a small smile of curiosity. "Do I know you?"

Zada's grin widened as memories of her childhood came rushing back.

"I am not sure if you remember me. My name's Zada. You were my kindergarten teacher at Choice International School in Bangalore... it's been, what, over two decades? My two brothers and I were in your class back then."

The woman's eyes went wide as she stared at Zada in shock.

"The triplets?" She asked, her voice tinged with amazement.

"Yes! So you do remember us?" Zada laughed.

"Can anyone forget such little tornadoes? You three were quite the handful!" Ms. Jones chuckled, a fondness in her gaze as she nodded.

"We troubled you a lot..." Zada winced a little, laughing as she brushed back her daughter's hair.

"Oh, yes," Ms. Jones replied with a chuckle, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "A lot, indeed. You three — and then little Khushi. I will never forget the four of you and your mischief."

The memories filled the room with warmth, and Zada's face lit up.

"Well, I am here for my own daughter now." Zada said.

"I hope she's nothing like you three. I would hate to resign prematurely," she chuckled, casting a playful glance at the little, who stared back with wide, innocent eyes.

They completed the admission process with ease, and as they were about to leave, Zada turned back to Ms. Jones with a mischievous grin.

"By the way, Ms. Jones, I'll be sure to let Zahir and Zian know I met you here. Maybe they'll bring their kids when the time comes — that is, when they have kids!"

Ms. Jones laughed, shaking her head.

"Well, I just hope Zahir's partner is calm and reserved enough that their children will be a much 'diluted' version of him."

Amar couldn't help but laugh at the remark.

"Sorry to disappoint you, Ms. Jones," he said, leaning forward. "Zahir's partner is none other than little Khushi — yes, that Khushi you mentioned earlier. So you can just imagine what their kids would be like."

Ms. Jones stared, her eyes wide in shock before she chuckled, covering her mouth.

"Hallelujah..." she murmured, shaking her head. "Well, it looks like I have quite the adventure ahead of me if their children are anything like the four of you back then."

Amar and Zada laughed, sharing a knowing glance before thanking Ms. Jones and heading out.

"Did you hear that, Amar? She remembers us!" As they left the principal's office, Zada couldn't stop grinning.

"You and your brothers must have made quite the impression, Zada. I feel like I can already picture it." Amar laughed, giving her a warm squeeze on her shoulder.

"Hey, I was just as much of an angel as our little girl. It's Zian and Zahir who brought the chaos!" She nudged him playfully.

Their daughter looked up at them curiously, clutching her plush Mirrie tighter.

"Mama, were you and mamus really little tolnadoes?"

"Oh, you have no idea. Your mom and uncles were a special kind of storm, sweetie." Amar said.

"That's right, sweetie. And maybe, you've inherited a little bit of that special spark."

"Knowing Zahir's kids will be a mix of him and Khushi, I think we all might need to brace ourselves when the time comes."

"Tell me about it," Zada said, giving a mock shudder. "I'll start my meditation practice now."

Laughing, they walked towards the car, their happily ever after all fairy tale like!

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