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"That's nice, urr," Shivaay dragged his wordings as he glanced over the brunt dish that laud on top of the countertop. "Could have been better thou." He whispered lowly.

"What do you mean?" Khanna snarled, glaring at his employer's son and also his punching bag may be to bully him.

Disdainfully Shivaay eyed the same, Khanna told him that was Hawaiian-style pizza but for him, it was specifically looking similar to jala hua roti.

Making a few faces, which Khanna found comical, Shivaay tasted it. He clenched his jaws as the burnt flavour reached his taste bud. He was in a fix, seconds away from washing his mouth with some dessert after puking but he didn't want to hurt Khanna.

"I'm going, to be frank-" he gulped the chunk hard, "-it's yuck. And I hate it. And don't ever try cooking!"

Hearing it Khanna pounced on Shivaay just like a tiger on its prey. Shivaay shrieked as Khanna's hands wrapped around his neck, strangling him.

"Be a little delicate." Omkara walked into the kitchen, holding his son's wrist carefully. Glancing at the idiots ahead of him, he lifted his son and settled him on the countertop. "He has a newly birthed wife and two cute babies."

"Yes, boss!" Khanna agreed but didn't loosen his hold on him.

"Om that's striking me from behind." Shivaay widened his eyes screaming his lungs. "Remember you are my brother and you must support me. Not him!"

"But bade papa you didn't support Ru chachu." Aarush slowly involved himself by tapping his chin to show that he was thinking.

"That's different!" Shivaay quickly added not wanting to get stuck with the devil himself.

Om muffled his laughter.

"Okay, but I feel apollo- apologetic to chachu." Khanna raised his brows hearing high-standard words from the little boy that he to date couldn't pronounce.

"Why so?" Shivaay asked devouring the water. Well after the effects of tasting Khanna's handmade pizza.

"He told me he would get me Chachi but she kicked him out. He cried." Aarush said sadly showing how much sad he was.

"That was bound to happen," Om confided.

"If you didn't go to your sasural next few minutes ma'am might kick you like Ru baba was," Khanna commented with a noiseless laugh earning a punch on his face and a scowling look from Shivaay.

"Well, that's also true." Om smilingly calculated.

"Yeah." Shivaay nodded his head positive and began to rub the invisible dust particles on his tee. "Hey devil you coming?" He asked turning towards Aarush.

"I'm not a devil." Aaru jumped on his feet and stomped.

"Coming?"

"Yeah." He chirped. "I wanted a sister." He pouted looking down and shuffling his legs.

"Ask your chachu. He is an expert on those matters." Shivaay told washing his hands in the sink and proceeded to wipe his wet fingers on the hand towel.

"Yeah?" Happily, Aaru raised his head.

"Yup. Probably you should ask your to-be Chachi." Om shrugged and advised.

"Aren't you guys skilled in bringing me a sister? Like him?"

"Well unfortunately I and your daddy aren't unskilled. We are unlikely to have performed it well." Om punched Shivaay's shoulder for talking about something which wasn't supposed to address about it with a child, especially a five-year-old hyper-question-raiser.

"I'm an expert!" Khanna exclaimed. "I have a daughter. You can make her your sister."

"Nope." Aarush immediately shook his head negatively with his eyes and mouth wide open. "Saanvi isn't my sister!"

Khanna frowned but asked, "Then?Friend?"

"No. She beats me while playing. I don't like her but I like to fight with her."

"See your daughter bullies my son," Om growled. "You didn't believe me, now hear from the victim."

Rolling his eyes at his overprotective parent exhibiting, Khanna muttered. "Of course, she is Eliana's daughter, bossiness and crusade flows in her veins."

"Yay!" Shivaay squealed. "My boy has a crush. I'm shipping these two. My babies!"

"What's crush?" The boy innocently asked.

"Nothing you should be aware of." Om slapped Aarush's head, simultaneously glaring at his elder cousin. Watching his intense grimace Shivaay raised his hands in the air in surrender.

"She doesn't like you?" Khanna asked kneeling to his level of height, while Aarush nodded his head. "Why?"

"I licked her cheek." He bluntly told. "I asked her what ice cream she was eating, but she didn't share so I licked her face. And the whole cone fell."

Om gasped.

"See the problem is in your son, not my daughter you dumb." Om coughed up vigorously watching to step dangerously close to him.

"I- I didn't know." Om shuttered.

Shivaay rolled his eyes. They were behaving like nincompoops. Fighting over five years old kids. Grabbing the little boy's arm, he walked out with his car keys in his pockets, he didn't wish to witness the growing fights.

Buckling him in the toddler seat Shivaay settled on the driver's side d started with the street. Arundhati and Harsh lived three streets away yet they didn't allow his wife to live with him, unfortunately.

He gleamed recalling the birth of his children. That was the hardest and funniest story to tell. That happened two weeks ago and he felt he was still in gaze.

"Doctor please make this stop!" Shivaay screamed curling his toes and kicking against the bed, a well likely typical hospital bed.

Annika snickered watching him puffing, his eyes tearing and his hands automatically reaching to his abdomen where the cramps stimulating device was attached.

"Actually," the doctor helping Annika in labour cleared his throat, "it is still at level eight. Shall I increase to full?" He asked.

"Nope!" Shivaay screamed instantly not wanting to face the horror.

"Also this is just artificial stimulation so it's not much equal to your wife." The doctor glanced over his shoulder, eyeing his patient rubs her huge beach ball-size watermelon as the sight of contraction hit her.

"Am I ready Stefan?" Annika asked precipitously, wishing to push the babies sooner.

Hearing Annika, one of the two nurses surveyed her vagina expansion. Seeming it better to start she raised her thumbs-up gesture to start with the process ahead. Nodding at her Dr Stefan pulled his gloves, adjusting them once again, and reached for her.

"And-" Shivaay raised his head drizzly heeding his wife, "I want you beside me as I push your babies." Shivaay vaguely glared at her.

"With the device on. However, the level can be reduced." She warned seeing his hesitant look.

Confused, frowned but he still followed her words. He reached out to the armrest helping himself out still with his unbalanced steps.

"You are satan." He grumbled as he kneeled against the ground beside the gigantic water tub. Over months Shivaay had failed to make her infer in her idolising wish, to birth in water.

"You Goddess fairy." Annika laughed.

Seconds turned into minutes however Annika didn't lose her charmed and continued being brave with every single compression. On the other hand, Shivaay already was inches away from losing his shit. As she grunted in pain he yelled squeezing her hands.

"Shivi I'm in pain not you." She coyly told him. "And SHUT UP. STOP SCREAMING LUNGS." Embarrassed Shivaay with the glances he received, bowed pressing his lips to avoid any of the voice escaping.

"You are so brave babe." He whispered as she winced in pain. "You should have taken epidural anaesthesia, babe."

"All done. In minutes babies will be out. The pain will be nothing in front of the joy while holding them." She raised her fingers from the water surface and wiped his cheeks.

He sniffed rubbing his eyes, "You want boys or girls?" he asked diverting her attention as the nurses started to nudge her exposed belly.

"A boy and a girl."

"Why?" Laughing at her response he enquired.

"So that I won't have to undergo this again."

"What if it's sets of boys or girls?"

"I'm going to dump one of them and try again within two years." Everyone present on the same roof whipped their head in her direction. Everyone was shocked especially Shivaay, he hoped it was some sort of joke.

"Ahhhh!" She screamed at her highest level.

"Alright, little more push." Dr Stefan motivated her.

"Done babe." Shivaay stroke her hair as she rested her head on the canal surface panting hard.

"Eldest is a handsome young boy." Shivaay eyed his little blood and flesh who was wailing on his top voice, the tiniest smile stretched on his lips.

That was his son.

The medic asked him to cut the shared umbilical cord. Standing up on his feet he removed the device attached to his torso with a small wince, he shakily sprawled his hands to catch up with them. Snipping the cord with the tool provided he looked at his wife who smiled through her tears and gestured him to hold him in his arms.

"My son," Shivaay mumbled with his tears flowing through his skin. Carefully scooping the crying baby's head and another hand under the chubby knees, Shivaay happily exhibited to his wife.

"I hope he has good genetics like one." She dodged the glare as she playfully joked. She kissed his scarlett forehead and eyed him with her twinkling eyes.

"We need to clean him. Or he might be cold due to amniotic fluid." Nodding at the nurse Annika kissed him again before handing over her eldest son to them.

"Can I get some pizza? I'm hungry." Annika thinned.

"Can you please help me out?" Shivaay was tight-lipped as he rolled his tongue tip over the insides of his cheeks.

"Yes?" She looked at him abnormally.

"Please push rather than think about food." He taunted.

"You fucking idiot, you are jealous that I am birthing our babies. You are an asshole- Ahh! My God, it hurts. This baby might be similar to you, pain in the ass." She loudly swore. As a response to her Shivaay placed his palms over his ears. "I swear to Bappa if this baby of yours isn't a cute little girl, I'm going to throw it away. I want Sitara!!!"

"All done." Shivaay got hold of her as she loosened up, downing a lot in the process.

"Another handsome boy." The doctor lowly whispered, scared of the consequence.

"My Sitara." Annika pouted, pulling her lower lips out. Her eyes watered again. "Don't worry babies your sister will join us in two exact years." She mumbled kissing the calm baby.

Shivaay rolled his eyes at her.

"Bade papa we here." His trance broke as Aaru shook him.

Bobbing his head at him, he jogged out of the seat to help the little devil who had crossed arms like a boss. Once he was done, he rushed to the elevator locking the vehicle.

"Harsh your damaad!" Arundhati yelled watching Shivaay sanitise himself along with Aaru.

Harsh walked into the living room with a diaper bag. "Yeah! Hopefully, you would clean your son's butt." Twisting his mouth Harsh tossed the bag in Shivaay's arms.

"Weren't you saying that they are only my grandsons? My babies? What now?" Shivaay raised his brows asking him.

"That's different." His father-in-law avoided eye contact. "Well, what are you for? Go change rather than annoy my Sonu."

"That's called private time." Shivaay leaned over Harsh's ears and whispered. "Also calling romancing similar you do with Aai. Fucking maybe."

"Shiv!" Arundhati coughed reaching Aarush's ears to cover them.

"Aaru you want cookies before you see your brothers?"

"Yes, Nani." Arundhati was never this glad. She happily skipped passing two glaring people.

"I'm going to your daughter," Shivaay announced while Harsh groaned recalling the past traumatic events when he had unknowingly walked into their heated sessions. As a father he was embarrassed.

He wanted grandchildren but wasn't ready to go ahead with the process.

His damaad was still an idiot.

"Hey, babe!" Shivaay delightfully scanned the room and found it empty. The bathroom tap was running so she might be in there.

"Heya, babies!" He peeked over the cradle looking at his babies. One busily slept while the other rapidly blinked his eyelashes before wailing aloud.

"That's an incredible welcome." He mumbled before picking him up most delicately.

"Are you Aarya or Tejaswi?" Sighing when he couldn't different his sons, he swirled around in hopes that Annika would help him, still patting him to reduce the cries.

"Wait!" He frowned. "Baby A has a mole on his pinky finger and Baby T has nothing. So this baby T."

"Hai Shivi." Annika walked out rubbing her hands on the towel hanging off her shoulders.

Striding to her he placed his lips on her forehead.

"This is Teju." She smiled.

Passing to the bay for her Shivaay waddled to the wardrobe and pulled out her wallet.

"Hey!" She shouted.

"Babe I have no money so taking your card."

"What for?"

"I have added a few things for babies in the cart."

"Where are your cards? Lost it once again?"

"Yeah." He smiled guiltily. "Hopefully in the restaurant."

"I will kill you if you lose again!" She narrowed her eyes threatening her.

"Yeah. Yeah." He lazily nodded. "Anyway, I got confused with babies."

"Yesterday I too got messed up. I fed Aarya twice instead of Teju."

"Then?"

"Then what! Teju cried badly. Aai helped me tell apart."

"Must find aways to tell them apart." Shivaay chuckled sitting on the floor with baby Teju in his arms.

"Shall we tattoo them?" She asked helping herself beside him

"Are insane? They are barely a month." Shivaay scoffed pushing her away.

"I know!" She pouted.

"You are crazy!"

"I know. Only for you."

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