Ten years had flown by, and now Shubman and Sara were 38, with Aadhya at 15 and Aahan at 14. Aahan had grown into a strikingly handsome teenager, much like his father, while Aadhya had become a mirror image of Sara as she aged.

Aadhya was the more extroverted of the two, full of life and energy but less interested in her studies. Aahan, on the other hand, excelled academically and was the top student in his class.

One day, Aadhya came home with her report card from the first term. As expected, her marks were less than stellar, and she braced herself for Sara's disapproval.

Relieved to find Sara absent, Aadhya was about to relax when Aahan chimed in, "Aadhya, we need Mumma's signature on our report cards."

"I-I know, Aahan," Aadhya replied.

Aahan inquired, "How did you do?"

"50 percent," Aadhya admitted.

"And you?" she asked.

"95 percent," Aahan responded proudly. "I'm the topper."

Just then, the front door creaked open as Shubman walked in, his cricket gear still clinging to him after practice. He flashed a bright smile at his family and greeted them with his usual cheerfulness.

"Hey, everyone! How's it going?" Shubman asked, wiping sweat from his brow.

Aadhya's eyes widened slightly, and she quickly glanced at Aahan. "Hey, Dad," she said, trying to sound casual. "How was practice?"

"Exhausting, but good," Shubman replied, dropping his bag and heading towards the kitchen. "I could use a drink. You guys need anything?"

Aahan opened his mouth to speak but was quickly silenced by a nudge from Aadhya. With a hint of urgency in her voice, she said, "Aahan, let's handle the report cards later. Dad's home, and he's tired. We should let him relax first."

Aahan raised an eyebrow, but he caught the pleading look in Aadhya's eyes. "Alright," he said reluctantly. "But you owe me for this."

"Deal," Aadhya whispered, relieved.

As Shubman settled into the living room, he began chatting with Aadhya about her day, completely unaware of the looming report card issue. Aadhya was relieved to have bought herself a little more time, hoping that when the moment came, she could handle it with a bit more grace.

Sara walked through the door just as Shubman was finishing up his drink. She was still in her work clothes, looking every bit the dedicated professional. She greeted everyone with a warm smile but quickly turned her attention to Aadhya and Aahan.

"Hey, kids! How was school today? Got your report cards ready?" Sara asked, her tone light but with a hint of expectation.

Aadhya's heart sank. She glanced nervously at Aahan, who shrugged slightly before handing over his report card to Sara.

Sara reviewed Aahan's report card with a proud smile. "Wow, Aahan! 95 percent and the topper—fantastic work! I'm so proud of you."

Aahan beamed, his eyes flickering toward his sister, who was shifting uncomfortably.

Sara turned to Aadhya, extending her hand. "And yours, Aadhya?"

Aadhya hesitated, then handed over her report card with a sigh. Sara's smile faded as she glanced at the marks. Her face flushed with disappointment, and she took a deep breath before speaking.

"Aadhya, 50 percent? Again? We've talked about this before. You can do so much better if you just put in a little more effort. How many times do I have to remind you that school is important? You need to take your studies seriously."

Aadhya's eyes dropped to the floor, feeling the weight of her mother's words.

Sara's voice grew more stern. "This is not acceptable. I've tried to be patient, but clearly, things need to change. From now on, you're grounded. No phone, no outings with friends. You need to focus on your studies. I want to see a marked improvement next time."

Aadhya nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. "I'm sorry, Mumma."

"Sorry isn't going to cut it right now," Sara said firmly. "Go to your room and think about what you need to do differently."

As Aadhya trudged up the stairs to her room, Sara took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. She turned to Aahan with a warm smile.

"And you, Aahan—congratulations again. You've done an amazing job. Keep it up. I'm really proud of you."

Aahan grinned, visibly relieved and happy to be recognized for his hard work. Sara ruffled his hair affectionately before heading into the kitchen to prepare dinner, feeling a mix of pride and frustration.

Aadhya slammed her bedroom door behind her and threw herself onto her bed, the tears she'd been holding back now flowing freely. She buried her face in her pillow, feeling overwhelmed and defeated.

A soft knock on her door interrupted her tears. "Aadhya, can I come in?" Shubman's voice was gentle.

Aadhya sniffled and wiped her eyes. "Yeah, Dad. Come in."

Shubman entered the room, his expression a mix of concern and love. He sat on the edge of her bed and placed a comforting hand on her back. "Hey, kiddo. I'm really sorry about what happened downstairs."

Aadhya's voice trembled. "I know, Dad. I messed up again. Mumma was so disappointed."

Shubman sighed softly, rubbing her back in soothing circles. "I know you're upset, and it's tough when things don't go the way you want. But you need to understand why Mumma got so upset. She just wants you to succeed and do your best. She knows you're capable of so much more."

Aadhya turned to face him, her eyes red. "I feel like I'm always letting her down."

"You're not letting anyone down," Shubman said softly, his eyes meeting hers with a reassuring gaze. "Everyone has their struggles, and it's okay to make mistakes. What matters is how you respond to them. You've got to use this as a learning opportunity. And remember, we're here to support you."

Aadhya nodded, trying to take comfort in his words. "But how do I get better? I feel so lost sometimes."

Shubman smiled gently. "Start by setting small, achievable goals for yourself. It's okay to ask for help if you need it, whether it's from your teachers or even from us. We're here for you, no matter what. Just keep trying, and don't be too hard on yourself."

Aadhya managed a small smile. "Thanks, Dad. I'll try harder."

Shubman leaned in and kissed her forehead. "That's my girl. I know you can do it. And remember, we love you no matter what. We just want you to be happy and successful."

As Shubman stood up to leave, he looked back and said, "Why don't we spend some time together later? Maybe watch a movie or do something you enjoy. It might help take your mind off things."

Aadhya nodded, feeling a bit lighter. "That sounds good, Dad. Thanks."

With a final reassuring pat on her shoulder, Shubman left the room, giving Aadhya a moment to gather herself before they spent some quality time together later.

Later that evening, Shubman found Aadhya curled up on the couch, trying to focus on a book but clearly distracted. He sat down next to her, trying to engage her in conversation about her favorite books or TV shows. Despite his efforts, Aadhya responded with short, distracted answers, her eyes not meeting his.

Shubman sensed that Aadhya was struggling with something more than just her schoolwork. He could see the weight of her feelings, the way her shoulders tensed and her smile didn't quite reach her eyes. Yet, he respected her space and chose not to press her for more information. He knew she needed time to open up when she was ready.

As the evening wore on, Sara noticed that Shubman seemed distant, lost in thought while they were preparing dinner together. His usual animated chatter was replaced by silence, and he seemed preoccupied.

Sara put down the spoon she was stirring with and turned to him. "Shubman, what's wrong? You've been quiet all evening."

Shubman looked up, his expression a mix of frustration and sadness. "It's Aadhya. She's having a really hard time, and I can't get her to talk about it. I try to comfort her, but she just withdraws."

Sara's concern deepened. "She's struggling with her studies. I know she's having a tough time, but it's more than that, isn't it?"

Shubman sighed heavily. "It is. I can tell there's something she's not telling me. It's like... she's not my little girl anymore. She's growing up so fast, and it's hard seeing her like this. I want to help, but I feel like I'm losing touch with her."

Sara reached out, taking his hand in hers. "It's hard when they start to pull away, but it's part of growing up. It doesn't mean she doesn't need you—it just means she's trying to handle things on her own. She still needs us, maybe now more than ever."

Shubman nodded, his eyes reflecting the weight of his concern. "I know. I just wish I could make things easier for her. I hate seeing her struggle."

Sara squeezed his hand reassuringly. "We'll get through this together. Let's keep supporting her and be there for her in any way we can. Sometimes, just knowing we're here for her can make a big difference."

Shubman took a deep breath, feeling a bit more grounded. "Thanks, Sara. I just hope she opens up soon. I miss the days when everything seemed simpler."

Sara gave him a reassuring smile. "She will. And until then, we'll be here to guide and support her, no matter how much she grows."

With a renewed sense of resolve, Shubman and Sara continued preparing dinner, ready to face the challenges together and support their daughter through this difficult time.

Later that night, Aadhya sat in her room, her phone buzzing incessantly with notifications and calls from her friends. The relentless pings were starting to get on her nerves, each one a reminder of her mounting stress. With a sigh, she finally picked up the phone, only to be met with a wave of criticism from her peers.

"How can you not do better in school? You're Shubman Gill's daughter!" one message read.

"Everyone expects you to be perfect. Why aren't you living up to it?" another complained.

The weight of their words felt unbearable. Tears started to well up in her eyes as she struggled with the pressure to meet expectations that seemed impossible to fulfill. The constant comparisons and harsh judgments only added to her emotional burden.

Unable to handle it any longer, Aadhya threw her phone aside and buried her face in her hands. Her sobs were muffled by the pillow as she felt the world closing in around her.

Hearing the commotion, Shubman gently knocked on Aadhya's door before entering. He found her sitting on the edge of her bed, tears streaming down her face. His heart ached at the sight of his daughter so distressed.

"Aadhya, what's going on?" he asked softly, sitting beside her and placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

Aadhya looked up, her face red and streaked with tears. "Dad, I... I can't take it anymore. Everyone keeps saying that because I'm your daughter, I should be perfect. They're all criticizing me for not doing well in school, and I feel like I'm never good enough."

Shubman's expression softened with empathy. "Oh, sweetheart, I had no idea it was this bad. I'm so sorry you're feeling this way."

Aadhya nodded, her voice trembling. "It's not just the grades. It's like everyone's expectations are crushing me. I know you and Mumma want me to do well, but it feels like I can never meet those expectations, no matter how hard I try."

Shubman gently pulled Aadhya into a hug, his arms wrapping around her with warmth and reassurance. "Listen to me, Aadhya. You don't have to be perfect. No one is expecting you to be perfect. What's important is that you try your best and be true to yourself."

Aadhya clung to him, feeling a bit of relief in his embrace. "But it's so hard with everyone watching and judging me."

"I know it's tough," Shubman said, his voice soothing. "But you have to remember that your worth isn't determined by others' opinions. You're a wonderful person, and we love you for who you are, not for your grades or achievements. You're allowed to make mistakes and learn from them. What matters most is that you keep moving forward and do what makes you happy."

Aadhya nodded slowly, taking comfort in her father's words. "Thanks, Dad. I really needed to hear that."

Shubman smiled gently, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "We'll get through this together. If you ever need to talk, or if you're feeling overwhelmed, you can always come to me or Mumma. We're here for you, always."

Aadhya managed a small, grateful smile. "I will. Thanks for understanding."

Shubman kissed her forehead and stood up. "Get some rest now. We'll tackle things one step at a time, and remember, we believe in you."

As Shubman left the room, Aadhya felt a sense of calm settle over her. The comforting words from her father provided a much-needed reprieve from the pressures she faced, reminding her that she was not alone in her struggles.

Her frustration had grown throughout the day as her classmates kept asking for Aahan's number, hoping to get in touch with him. The constant barrage of requests and playful comments about her brother's popularity had pushed her to her limit.

By the time she walked through the door, she was ready to burst. "Mumma, Dad, you won't believe it," she exclaimed, storming into the living room. "Everyone at school keeps asking me for Aahan's number, saying they want to ask him out or hang out with him. It's driving me crazy!"

Sara and Shubman looked up from the couch, exchanging amused glances. "Oh really?" Sara said with a mischievous smile. "I suppose Aahan's becoming quite the heartthrob."

Shubman chuckled. "I'm sure he's handling it like a pro. Where is he, anyway?"

Just then, Aahan walked into the room, oblivious to the conversation. As soon as he saw his parents and sister, his face turned bright red. "Hey, what's going on?" he asked, noticing the amused looks on their faces.

Aadhya rolled her eyes. "Well, if you must know, everyone at school is practically fawning over you and asking for your number. I had to listen to it all day."

Aahan's face turned into a deep shade of crimson. "Oh, great," he muttered, looking embarrassed. "I didn't think it was that bad."

Sara and Shubman laughed heartily. "Oh, Aahan, you're just too charming for your own good," Sara teased. "We'll have to keep an eye on you."

Aahan groaned, burying his face in his hands. "I don't know how to handle this."

As the laughter subsided, Sara reminisced, "You know, Shubman, this reminds me of when we first started dating. People used to think you were still single for ages because we were so secretive. It was quite a thing!"

Shubman grinned. "Oh, really? I had no idea. I guess I was just really good at keeping a low profile."

Sara and Aadhya exchanged amused glances, while Shubman and Aahan looked at each other, both slightly embarrassed but amused.

Aadhya nudged Aahan playfully. "Well, at least you're not the only one getting attention. Dad had his own share of misunderstandings back in the day."

Shubman shrugged with a grin. "Guess it's just part of the territory when you're in the spotlight, whether it's as a cricketer or as the charming brother. We'll get through it."

Aahan managed a sheepish smile. "Yeah, I guess so. I'll try to stay out of the limelight as much as I can."

Sara wrapped her arm around Aadhya, and Shubman put a hand on Aahan's shoulder. "It's all good," Sara said warmly. "We're a family, and we support each other, no matter what."

They all shared a laugh, the atmosphere lightening up. The friendly banter continued, with Shubman and Aahan playfully defending their honor, while Sara and Aadhya teased them. Despite the challenges, the warmth and laughter of family provided a comforting and grounding presence, reminding them all that they could face anything together.

As the laughter from the previous conversation settled, Aahan looked more relaxed but still slightly red-faced. He took a deep breath and decided to defend himself against the teasing. "Alright, alright, I get it. But I don't see why everyone's making such a big deal about it. I'm just a regular guy."

Shubman, eager to join in, added with a grin, "Yeah, I mean, it's not like we're doing anything extraordinary. We just happen to be, you know, naturally handsome."

Sara raised an eyebrow, her tone playful. "Naturally handsome, huh? Is that what you call it? Because from where I'm standing, it looks like a little bit of confidence goes a long way."

Aadhya nodded in agreement, smirking. "And don't think you're off the hook, Dad. You've got your own fair share of admirers and it's not just because of your cricket skills. Sometimes, it seems like the charm runs in the family."

Shubman chuckled, trying to defend himself. "Well, maybe we've got a little charm, but it's not like we're intentionally seeking out attention. Besides, it's not our fault if people find us attractive."

Sara crossed her arms, grinning. "Oh, come on, Shubman. Remember when you were so insistent that you didn't understand why people were always stopping you for autographs? I think you were just being modest."

Aadhya chimed in, her tone light and teasing. "Yeah, Dad. And let's not forget how you always play down your looks. I mean, you're practically a walking advertisement for 'charming and handsome.'"

Aahan, catching onto the playful banter, decided to up the ante. "You know, it's not just about looks. It's also about personality. I think I'm a pretty good guy, and that's what matters, right?"

Sara laughed, shaking her head. "Personality is important, but don't forget, it's hard to compete with someone who's got both looks and charm. And you, Aahan, are starting to inherit more than just Dad's dimples."

Aadhya nodded vigorously. "Exactly. And Dad, let's not pretend you haven't had your moments of basking in the attention. You're practically a pro at handling it, whether you admit it or not."

Shubman raised his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright, you've got me there. Maybe we do enjoy a little bit of the spotlight, but it's all in good fun. We appreciate the compliments, but let's not get carried away."

Aahan, now fully embracing the fun, added, "Well, if we're going to be honest, it's not just about the looks. It's about how we handle the attention. And sometimes, that means having a sense of humor about it."

Sara smiled, her eyes twinkling with affection. "Exactly. And remember, no matter how much attention you get, you're always our kids—charming, handsome, and a bit humble."

The conversation continued with more laughter and playful jabs as the family enjoyed their evening together. The friendly banter was a reminder of the closeness and love they shared, reinforcing their bond in the midst of life's ups and downs.

Later that evening, after the laughter and playful teasing had settled, Sara and Aadhya found themselves in the kitchen, preparing a late-night snack. Sara was busy slicing vegetables for a quick salad, while Aadhya worked on making a simple smoothie. The relaxed atmosphere was perfect for a more personal conversation.

Sara glanced over at Aadhya, noticing a dreamy look on her daughter's face. "You know, Aadhya, you've been awfully quiet since dinner. Is there something on your mind?"

Aadhya hesitated for a moment, then let out a small sigh. "Actually, Mumma, there is something I've been meaning to tell you. It's about someone in my class."

Sara looked up, her curiosity piqued. "Oh? Someone special?"

Aadhya blushed slightly, stirring the smoothie ingredients. "Yeah. There's this guy named Sidharth. I really like him. He's kind and funny, and he's been really nice to me."

Sara's eyes lit up with interest. "Sidharth, huh? Tell me more! What's he like?"

Aadhya's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink. "Well, he's a bit of a joker, always making everyone laugh. He's smart too and helps out whenever anyone needs it. We've been talking more lately, and I think he might like me too, but I'm not sure."

Sara smiled warmly. "It sounds like he's a great guy. Have you two had a chance to talk about how you feel, or is it just something you're keeping to yourself for now?"

Aadhya bit her lip, shaking her head. "Not really. I'm not sure how to tell him. I mean, it's kind of scary putting yourself out there like that, right?"

Sara nodded understandingly. "Absolutely. It can be nerve-wracking, but sometimes it's worth taking that chance. The most important thing is to be honest and be yourself. If he likes you too, he'll appreciate your honesty."

Aadhya looked thoughtful. "I guess you're right. I just don't want to mess things up or make things awkward between us."

Sara placed a comforting hand on her daughter's shoulder. "It's natural to feel that way. Just remember, no matter what happens, it's a learning experience. It's okay to be vulnerable and express how you feel. And no matter what, we're here to support you."

Aadhya smiled, feeling a bit more confident. "Thanks, Mumma. I'll think about it and try to find a good moment to talk to him."

Sara gave her a reassuring hug. "That's the spirit. And remember, if you ever need advice or just want to talk about it, I'm here for you. We can even do a little 'girl talk' whenever you need it."

Aadhya laughed softly. "I'll keep that in mind."

As they finished preparing their snack, the conversation shifted to lighter topics, but Aadhya felt a sense of relief and support from her mother. It was comforting to have Sara's encouragement as she navigated her feelings and the complexities of young love.

As Sara and Aadhya wrapped up their late-night snack preparation, Shubman wandered into the kitchen, having overheard bits of their conversation. He noticed the relaxed and intimate atmosphere between his wife and daughter and couldn't help but be curious about what they had been discussing.

Shubman leaned against the counter, casually asking, "So, what were you two chatting about? It looked like quite the serious discussion."

Aadhya's cheeks flushed slightly, and she glanced at Sara, who gave her a reassuring nod. "Oh, just some girl talk," Aadhya said, trying to sound nonchalant. "We were talking about stuff at school and things like that."

Shubman raised an eyebrow, sensing there was more to the conversation. "Stuff at school, huh? Anything in particular you want to share? You know I'm always here to listen."

Aadhya shifted uncomfortably, feeling the weight of her father's protective nature. She wasn't ready to discuss her feelings for Sidharth with him, knowing he might overreact or be overly concerned. "It's nothing major, Dad. Just some stuff about my friends and classes. You don't need to worry about it."

Shubman looked at her with a mixture of curiosity and concern. "You know, I'm just interested in how things are going for you. If there's anything you need or if you ever want to talk, I'm here."

Aadhya smiled weakly, trying to reassure him. "I know, Dad. Thanks. But really, it's just the usual stuff. I've got it under control."

Sara, sensing the tension and wanting to ease the situation, stepped in. "Shubman, Aadhya and I were just having a bit of a heart-to-heart. Sometimes, it's nice for her to have those conversations with me. We're working through some of the usual teenage things."

Shubman looked at Sara, then back at Aadhya. He could see that she was trying to keep things light and avoid discussing the details with him. "Alright, alright. I get it. Just remember, Aadhya, no matter what, you can always come to me if you need anything."

Aadhya nodded, feeling a mix of relief and apprehension. "Thanks, Dad. I appreciate it."

Shubman smiled, trying to lighten the mood. "Well, if you ever want some 'dad advice,' you know where to find me. I promise I'll try to keep the overprotective instincts in check."

Sara laughed softly, patting Shubman on the back. "And we'll try not to keep too many secrets from you, I promise."

Shubman grinned and moved to the fridge to grab a drink, still curious but respecting Aadhya's boundaries. "Alright, fair enough. I'll leave you two to your late-night snack and girl talk. Just remember, I'm always around if you need me."

As Shubman left the kitchen, Aadhya breathed a sigh of relief. The protective nature of her father was something she cherished but sometimes found challenging to navigate, especially when it came to matters of the heart. She appreciated his love and support, even if it meant keeping some things to herself for now.

Sara gave Aadhya a warm smile. "Don't worry too much about it. We'll handle everything one step at a time."

Aadhya nodded, feeling grateful for her mother's understanding. "Thanks, Mumma. I'm glad I can talk to you about this."

With that, the mother and daughter continued their evening, their bond strengthened by their shared conversations and the comforting knowledge that they were in this together.

Later that night, Shubman found himself standing alone on the balcony, the cool breeze ruffling his hair as he gazed out at the city lights. The house behind him was quiet, with everyone having settled in for the night. But Shubman's thoughts were far from calm.

He couldn't shake the feeling that Aadhya and Aahan were drifting away from him. The days when they were little, running to him for every scraped knee, every question about the world, seemed like a distant memory. Now, they were teenagers with their own lives, their own secrets, and it felt like they were slipping through his fingers.

Shubman sighed, leaning against the railing. He remembered when he was their age, how he had started to pull away from his own parents, seeking independence and trying to figure out his place in the world. He had been so focused on cricket and building his career that he hadn't realized how much it must have hurt his parents to watch him drift away. Now, standing here as a father, he understood how they must have felt.

As he was lost in these thoughts, he suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist from behind. The warmth of the embrace startled him out of his reverie, and he turned slightly to see Aadhya hugging him tightly.

"Hey, Dad," Aadhya said softly, resting her cheek against his back.

Shubman's heart swelled with emotion as he placed his hand gently over hers. "Hey, sweetheart. What are you doing up so late?"

Aadhya shrugged, not letting go. "I couldn't sleep. I was thinking... and I just wanted to be near you."

Shubman turned around to face her, his eyes softening as he looked down at his daughter. "Is everything okay? You don't usually come out here this late."

Aadhya nodded, her eyes glistening in the moonlight. "Yeah, everything's fine. I just... I didn't want you to feel like I'm pulling away from you, Dad. I know I've been talking to Mumma more lately, but it's not because I don't want to talk to you. It's just easier sometimes."

Shubman smiled, pulling her into a gentle hug. "I know, Aadhya. I understand. It's just... it's hard to let go, you know? Watching you and Aahan grow up, become your own people... It makes me realize how much I miss those days when you were little."

Aadhya squeezed him tighter. "I miss those days too, but I'm still your little girl, Dad. I'll always be."

Shubman felt a lump form in his throat as he held her close. "You'll always be my little girl, no matter how much you grow up. Just promise me one thing, okay?"

Aadhya pulled back slightly to look up at him. "What's that?"

"Promise me that you'll never hesitate to come to me if you need anything. I might be protective, but that's only because I love you so much. You and Aahan mean everything to me."

Aadhya smiled, her eyes reflecting the same warmth that Shubman felt in his heart. "I promise, Dad. I won't keep anything important from you. And I'll try to talk to you more, even if it's about the silly stuff."

Shubman chuckled, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "Silly stuff is important too. Sometimes, it's the best kind of talk."

They stood there in the quiet night, the bond between them reaffirmed in that simple moment. Shubman realized that while his children might be growing up and finding their own paths, the love they shared would always keep them connected. And as long as they had moments like this, he knew they would never truly drift apart.

As the quiet night wrapped Shubman and Aadhya in a comforting embrace, the sound of soft footsteps broke the stillness. Aahan, with a troubled look on his face, appeared at the balcony door, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. He had been searching for his father, his heart heavy with something he had been keeping to himself for far too long.

Shubman, still holding Aadhya close, noticed Aahan's presence immediately. His protective instincts kicked in, and he gently released Aadhya, motioning for Aahan to come closer. "Aahan? What's wrong, son?"

Without a word, Aahan rushed forward, wrapping his arms around Shubman in a tight hug. The suddenness of it caught Shubman off guard, but he quickly returned the embrace, his concern growing. He could feel Aahan trembling slightly, and when he pulled back to look at his son's face, he saw tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Aahan... what happened?" Shubman asked, his voice soft yet filled with worry.

Aadhya, sensing the gravity of the situation, stepped back to give them space, her own heart aching for her brother. The tension in the air had reached Sara, who had been sleeping, but the commotion stirred her awake. She walked into the room, still half-asleep, but her eyes widened in alarm when she saw Aahan clinging to Shubman with tears in his eyes.

"Aahan?" Sara's voice was filled with concern as she approached them, placing a comforting hand on his back. "What's going on? What happened?"

Aahan, overwhelmed by the emotions he had been bottling up for so long, took a deep, shaky breath. It took him a moment to gather the courage to speak, but with his parents' gentle encouragement, he finally began to open up.

"I... I didn't want to worry you," Aahan started, his voice cracking slightly. "But things at school... they haven't been okay."

Shubman and Sara exchanged worried glances, their attention fully on Aahan as he continued.

"There are these guys at school," Aahan explained, struggling to find the words. "They've been bullying me for months. At first, it was just small stuff—teasing me, making fun of my grades. But then... it got worse."

Shubman's grip on his son tightened, his heart breaking at the thought of Aahan going through this alone. "What did they do, Aahan? You can tell us."

"They started threatening me," Aahan admitted, his voice trembling. "They said if I didn't do things for them, like letting them copy my homework or buying them things, they'd hurt me. They even said they'd come after Aadhya if I didn't listen to them."

Aadhya gasped, her hand flying to her mouth as she looked at Aahan with wide, tear-filled eyes. Sara's face paled, her protective instincts kicking in as she moved closer to Aahan, holding him gently.

"Oh, Aahan..." Sara whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "Why didn't you tell us sooner? We could have helped you."

Aahan shook his head, the tears now flowing freely. "I was scared, Mumma. I didn't want to make things worse. And I didn't want you and Dad to worry. I thought... I thought I could handle it."

Shubman's heart ached at the sight of his son's pain. He pulled Aahan into another tight hug, his voice filled with a mix of sorrow and reassurance. "You don't have to go through this alone, Aahan. We're here for you, always. We'll make sure those bullies are stopped, I promise."

Sara, wiping her own tears, nodded in agreement. "We'll talk to your school, and we'll do everything we can to protect you and Aadhya. You're our children, and nothing is more important to us than your safety and happiness."

Aahan sniffled, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner."

"There's nothing to be sorry for," Shubman said firmly, pulling back to look into Aahan's eyes. "You're brave for telling us now. And we're going to make sure this never happens again."

Aadhya, feeling a surge of protectiveness for her brother, stepped forward and wrapped her arms around both her parents and Aahan. "We're in this together," she said softly. "No one messes with our family."

The four of them stood there, holding each other close, united in their love and determination to face whatever challenges lay ahead. Shubman and Sara exchanged a look of understanding, knowing that while their children were growing up and facing new challenges, they would always be there to support them, no matter what.

The next morning, the household was quieter than usual, still lingering in the warmth of the emotional night before. Aahan, with renewed determination, had decided to focus on his studies, channeling his energy into something positive. He was sitting at his desk, a few textbooks open in front of him, scribbling notes as he prepared for an upcoming exam.

As he concentrated on his work, Aadhya burst into his room with a playful grin on her face, holding a dusty old photo album in her hands. "Aahan! Guess what I found!"

Aahan looked up, surprised by her sudden entrance. "What did you find?"

Aadhya waved the album in the air excitedly. "Dad and Bua's old photo album! You have to see this."

Curious, Aahan set his pen down and motioned for her to join him at his study table. Aadhya eagerly pulled up a chair, placing the album between them. "I found it in the storage room while looking for something else. Let's go through it together!"

As Aadhya flipped open the album, they were greeted by pictures from years gone by. The first few pages were filled with childhood photos of Shubman and Shahneel—Shubman with his wide, curious eyes and a mop of unruly hair, and Shahneel, always looking like the protective older sister, standing close by.

"Look at Dad!" Aadhya laughed, pointing to a picture of a young Shubman wearing oversized glasses and a school uniform that seemed just a bit too big for him. "He looks so nerdy here!"

Aahan chuckled, leaning in to get a better look. "And Bua looks like she's ready to fight anyone who messes with him."

Aadhya turned the page, revealing pictures from their teenage years. There was a shot of Shubman at a cricket practice, his lanky frame and a hint of determination already visible in his eyes, but nothing like the confident man they knew now.

"Oh my God, look at this one!" Aadhya pointed to a photo of Shubman during what was clearly an awkward teenage phase—braces, a too-big smile, and a haircut that left much to be desired. "Dad was not even handsome in his teenage years; he then became handsome later!"

Aahan burst out laughing, unable to hold it in. "You're right! What happened? He went from this to being the most admired guy in cricket."

Aadhya smirked, flipping through a few more pages. "Puberty hit him like a truck, I guess. It's hard to believe he was this awkward."

They continued to explore the album, finding more pictures of Shahneel, who seemed to have had a more graceful transition into adulthood. There were photos of the siblings at family events, school functions, and vacations, capturing the bond they had shared through the years.

"Bua was always so stylish," Aadhya commented, admiring a photo of Shahneel in a trendy outfit from the early 2000s. "She's like the complete opposite of Dad in these pictures."

Aahan nodded in agreement. "Yeah, she definitely had the cooler vibe. But look, you can see how close they were, even back then."

As they reached the end of the album, Aadhya closed it gently, a thoughtful expression on her face. "It's kind of nice seeing Dad like this, you know? It makes him feel more... real, I guess."

Aahan smiled softly. "Yeah, it does. He's always been this larger-than-life figure to us, but seeing him grow up, awkward phases and all, makes me realize that he's gone through a lot to become who he is today."

Aadhya nodded, feeling a newfound respect for their father. "It's weird, but I kind of feel closer to him after seeing these. He wasn't born this perfect, admired cricketer. He had to work for it, just like everyone else."

They sat in silence for a moment, both reflecting on the journey their father had taken. Aadhya then grinned mischievously, breaking the thoughtful silence. "We should show these to him later and tease him about his awkward phase."

Aahan chuckled. "I'm in. But you know he's going to defend himself like crazy."

"Of course," Aadhya laughed, "and we'll have Bua back us up."

With that, they decided to keep the album out to show Shubman and Shahneel later, eager to hear their stories and see their reactions. The morning had started with nostalgia, but it had also brought a new understanding and appreciation for the journey their parents had taken—one that had shaped the family they were today.

Later that morning, Shahneel arrived at Shubman and Sara's home for a visit. She was greeted by the usual cheerful banter of her niece and nephew, but there was an extra spark in their eyes that made her curious.

After some casual conversation, Aadhya and Aahan couldn't contain their excitement any longer. Aadhya, holding the old photo album close to her chest, beckoned her aunt to join them in the living room. "Bua, you have to see what we found!"

Shahneel, intrigued, followed them and soon found herself seated on the couch with Shubman beside her. Sara was in the kitchen, but when she saw what Aadhya was holding, she quickly joined them, already trying to suppress a laugh.

"What have you two been up to now?" Shahneel asked with a smile, glancing at the album. Shubman, on the other hand, noticed the familiar cover and shifted uncomfortably in his seat, a small smile playing on his lips as if he knew exactly what was coming.

Aadhya, eager to share, opened the album and presented the first page to Shahneel. "We found this old album of you and Dad! Look how adorable and awkward you both were."

Shahneel's eyes widened slightly as she recognized the pictures, and she couldn't help but laugh. "Oh wow, I haven't seen these in ages. We were so young!"

Aahan flipped to the page with Shubman's teenage photo, and before Shahneel could fully react, Sara burst out laughing. She had been trying to hold it in, but seeing Shubman's embarrassed expression was too much. "Oh, this is gold! I remember this picture—Shubman, you were such a dork back then!"

Shubman gave her a mock-glare but couldn't stop himself from chuckling too. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. We all had our awkward phases."

Aadhya and Aahan, emboldened by Sara's reaction, started pointing at different photos and firing off questions. "Bua, what was Dad like in school? Was he always so into cricket, or did he have other hobbies?"

"And what about you, Bua?" Aadhya chimed in. "You look so cool in all these pictures. Was Dad always this awkward around girls?"

Shahneel and Shubman exchanged glances, both a bit taken aback by the sudden barrage of questions. Shahneel smirked, enjoying Shubman's discomfort a little too much. "Well, to be honest, your dad was always focused on cricket. He was good at it from a young age, but let's just say he wasn't exactly the smoothest guy in school. He was shy and, yes, a bit awkward around girls."

Shubman groaned playfully. "Thanks, Bua, really helping me out here."

Sara was still giggling, clearly enjoying seeing Shubman squirm. "Oh, come on, Shubman. They're just curious! And it's not like they can't see the transformation. I mean, look at you now."

Aahan, not willing to let it go, pointed to another picture where teenage Shubman was awkwardly posing with a cricket bat. "So, Dad, when did you go from this guy to... well, you know, the cricketer everyone knows?"

Shubman rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a bit cornered but also touched by his children's interest. "It wasn't overnight, that's for sure. It took a lot of hard work and, honestly, a lot of growing up. Cricket was always my passion, but I had to learn how to handle myself on and off the field. Confidence came with time and experience."

Aadhya wasn't done yet. "And Bua, did you help Dad become less awkward? It seems like you two were really close."

Shahneel smiled fondly, remembering those days. "Yeah, we were close. I tried to help him out as much as I could, but honestly, Shubman figured most of it out on his own. He always had this determination that I admired, even if he wasn't the coolest guy in school."

Shubman nudged her playfully. "Thanks for that vote of confidence, Sis."

Aadhya and Aahan couldn't help but giggle at their father's slight embarrassment, but there was admiration in their eyes too. Seeing their parents and Bua so candid about their younger years made them realize that even their seemingly perfect parents had their own struggles and awkward moments.

Finally, Aadhya closed the album with a satisfied smile. "I guess it's true what they say—everybody has to start somewhere. But it's cool to see where you guys came from."

Shubman, relieved that the grilling was over, smiled warmly at his daughter. "It's all part of the journey, Aadhya. And who knows, maybe one day, you'll be showing your own kids an album like this and laughing about your teenage years."

Aahan, with a grin, added, "Just promise not to show them this one, okay?"

They all laughed, the room filled with the warmth of family, stories, and shared memories. Despite the teasing, the morning had turned into a precious moment of bonding, one that reminded them all of the importance of cherishing both the past and the present.

Later that evening, as the house settled into a calm quiet, Sara returned from the hospital. She found Shubman sitting on the couch, the family album resting on his lap. He was smiling softly, clearly lost in thought.

Sara sat down beside him, resting her hand on his arm. "Still reminiscing?" she asked gently.

Shubman nodded. "Yeah, it's been a day full of memories—good ones. The kids found the old album. Shahneel and I told them some stories about when we were younger. It's funny how everything comes full circle."

Sara smiled, leaning her head against his shoulder. "It must be strange for you, seeing Aadhya and Aahan grow up so fast."

Shubman let out a small sigh, his eyes softening. "It is. I can't help but feel like they're slipping away sometimes, you know? They've got their own lives now, their own struggles. It's just... hard to let go."

Sara lifted her head, looking at him with understanding in her eyes. "They're not slipping away, Shubman. They're finding their way, just like we did. And they'll always come back to us, just like we did with our parents."

Shubman smiled, the tension easing from his expression. "You're right. I just... I miss when they were little, when they needed us for everything."

Sara chuckled softly. "I know you do. But they still need us, just in different ways now. And we'll be here for them, no matter what."

Shubman looked at her, his expression tender. "I'm glad we've had this journey together. Sometimes, it feels like it all happened so fast."

Sara reached for his hand, squeezing it gently. "It's because we were Bound by Fate, Shubman. From the moment we met, everything in our lives led us here—to this family, this life."

He turned toward her, his heart full as he took in her words. "Bound by Fate," he repeated softly, his eyes locking with hers. "I like the sound of that."

Sara smiled, her gaze warm. "Because it's true. We were always meant to find each other. And no matter what life throws at us, we'll face it together. Just like we always have."

Shubman leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "You're right. We've come so far together, and I wouldn't trade a single moment of it."

As they sat together in the quiet of their home, surrounded by memories of their past and dreams of their future, Shubman felt a deep sense of peace. No matter how much time passed or how much their children grew, their love—rooted in fate—would always be the foundation of their family. And that was all that truly mattered.