"Come here, baby."

"I am already in your arms."

"But I need you closer."

"Now?"

"Closer."

"Um- now?"

"Closer."

"GET OUT OF MY BED!" Aayrah screamed, having enough of his childishness.

"Shit, sorry Aayrah. Come here baby. No need to be angry." He cooed at her softly who let out a huff, now laying down back in his arms.

"Kiss me." She murmured, finding the warmth in him.

"Of course." He grinned excitedly and before their lips could meet, a high pitched scream was heard.

This made Izaan fall from the bed due to the sudden shock since he was at the very corner of it. A soft giggle escaped Aayrah's mouth seeing the flushed form of Izaan who was scratching the back of his head.

"Stop laughing Aayrah. I swear I'll tickle you." Izaan groaned, getting up from the floor.

"No can do you tickle monster." Aayrah huffed, placing a hand on her hips challengingly.

Smitten

That was something he was of her. Completely smitten. He would grin whenever she is beside him otherwise everyone would find him sulking in one corner.

She was the light to the darkness in the world he had created.

She kept it illuminated.

"I'll deal with you later. Let's go downstairs first to see what it was about." Izaan mumbled, straightening his tshirt and joggers.

Aayrah nodded instantly, a nagging thought behind her mind knowing what the shout could be about.

And the two immediately skipped their way downstairs to to lounge where everyone was present.

A giggle was begging to escape Aayrah's mouth as she looked at everyone's state.

Dadi was sitting with a frustrated look on her face, holding her head tiredly. Rajveer was busy picking up some papers which surely looked important, putting them in different files laying on the floor while Manyata was running behind that little firecracker trying to catch her which seemed kind of impossible.

She was as flexible as Aayrah.

Kiyara Oberoi

This 3 and a half year old girl was nothing but naughty. The apple of everyone's eyes, princess in her Dad's eyes while a troublemaker in her Mom's.

Having those chubby cheeks like Aayrah and a permanent pout on her lips, she was someone who brought out the joviality in anyone. Though she wasn't big as normal 3 and a half year olds, her troubles and doings crossed every boundary.

She was naughty like anything.

Neither Izaan had been like this nor Aayrah. So they could only conclude that it was Aayush on whom Kiyara had taken after.

Aayrah was pregnant just 6 months before their third anniversary, when she was doing her internship as a fashion designer in a renowned line.

And the whole clan had been excited like anything on this news. The grins on their faces would never subside and Dadi and Manyata took care of Aayrah like she was a porcelain doll, not letting her do any sort of work.

The pregnancy glow on Aayrah was adorable according to Izaan. One moment he would be talking to the baby inside of hers while the other he would be kissing her cheeks, then all over her face.

He simply believed he could never get enough of her.

"Dadi, what happened?" Aayrah asked, coming near her who gave her a tired sigh.

While Izaan went to help his father to pick up the papers and files, Manyata had stopped running after Kiyara, now sitting with a thud on the couch, having enough of the troublemaker.

"Dekh Aayu, isne waapis naya cup tod diya." Dadi grumbled, pointing to the broken tea cup beside the glass table, the tea splashed around in every corner.

(See Aayrah, she broke the cup again.)

Aayrah could only clench her eyes shut in response.

This little brat!

By now, Izaan and Rajveer had picked up every paper knowing they would have to at some point since that little girl would lull into her cries and smooches whenever they will start scolding her.

"Kiyara Oberoi, get yourself here right now!" Aayrah shouted, her voice resonating in the mansion.

The other members shook their heads knowing this is probably daily dose of Kiyara's scoldings.

But will this girl ever understand? They highly doubted that.

Soft padding of small feets were heard as a small structure came running from behind the staircase and before Aayrah could take a hold of her, she had tugged on her father's sweatpants, indicating for him to pick her up, looking at him with innocent doe like eyes, her orbs just like her mother's. So fucking adorable.

She giggled as Izaan raised her high up in the air, giving her the famous Kiyara smooches all over her face.

The other members had left by now knowing the fact now that this girl had her father in her team already, there was no way Izaan would let anyone say a word to her. Well except Aayrah.

"Dad, I love you..." Kiyara giggled, kissing her father's cheek.

And he melted right there.

"I love you too my baby." He murmured softly, kissing her button nose.

"Tell Mumma to not sc-wold me." She whispered in his ears.

"She won't." He winked back.

And as soon as the father-daughter's gaze moved toward Aayrah, who was standing with her hands on her hips, giving a glare that Izaan thought made her look nothing but cute, they knew there was no chance of getting out safely.

An angry Aayrah took a lot of time to get back to normal.

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This time he knew that he'd fucked up really bad.

There was no leniency when it was the matter of Kiyara, Aayrah and Izaan had decided long back.

And now the last thing he wanted to do was getting Aayrah's call in between his meeting who whisper yelled at him for forgetting about Kiyara's PTM.

And after that, he came running as fast as it was possible.

Now walking in the corridor of his daughter's school, his eyes landed on his wife and daughter who were sitting on the waiting chairs making him release a breath of relief.

Guess he could still attend the meeting.

"Hey princess." He said as soon as he reached the two.

Aayrah shot him a hard glare that made his stomach tightened in knots while his daughter smiled excitedly, forwarding her arms to be picked which without a hesitation he did.

"Mumma, Dad will get it now." Kiyara muttered happily, playing with the button of Izaan's crisp shirt.

"Of course he will. But what does my princess need?" Izaan asked, skillfully ignoring Aayrah's hard look towards him.

"Ice-c-weam." She giggled showing her teeth.

"But first we need to attend your PTM right?" Izaan reasoned.

"Oh, don't you worry busiest person. We've already done that." Aayrah butted in, giving him a tight smile.

Fuck! He was in some serious deep shit.

Busiest person. At this he could only gulp.

"O-Okay then. Let's go. Today we'll go to Mumma's favourite cafe." Izaan tried to play his card.

"Not happening. You hold her till I get her icecream." Aayrah gritted out.

"Okay." Izaan muttered with a small face, though being obedient since it was a case with Aayrah.

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Cute giggles were heard as Izaan blew soft kisses on his daughter's face, his beard tickling her in the process. Kiyara was a Daddy's girl her smile wouldn't subside whenever she's with him.

Izaan wants her to never grow up. He loves this little girl to no extent and he can't even imagine what it would be like when she'll grow up. Because it was only him who could take care of her from those playboys, he thought now she didn't have a brother.

"Kiyu..." A third voice was heard making Izaan still.

The father-daughter duo glanced at the source of voice and their eyes landed on a boy who looked around 4 or 5 was standing there, giving Kiyara a big smile, his teeth flashing and completely ignoring Izaan as if he wasn't even present there.

"Vihuuu..." Shouting this happily, Kiyara scrambled out of Izaan's arms and hugged that boy as if her life depended on it.

Izaan eyes widened as saucers, looking at the scene horrified.

Is this really his daughter?

And who the fuck is this boy?

"Kiyara, get back here right now." Izaan sternly said, pulling her away from that boy's arms.

"Nooo! He's my friend." She whined, kicking her legs forcefully as Izaan tried to get a hold of her.

"No, he isn't. Dad is your only friend." He tried to reason.

The boy gave him a scowl at what he just spoke, now kicking him on the knee that made Izaan release his hold on Kiyara who happily ran back to the boy.

Traitor.

"Kiyara, I am warning you-"

Izaan couldn't complete his sentence as Aayrah had appeared with Kiyara's favourite icecream, who took it with a giggle, happily agreeing to Aayrah who told her to share.

"Why will my daughter share her icecream with this boy?" Izaan glared at Aayrah who seemed unaffected.

"Because he's her friend. Friends share things." Aayrah responded.

"For goodness sake, he's a boy. What if he does something bad to our daughter?" Izaan literally huffed, massaging his temples.

"Oh God, they're literally kids who aren't more than 5. And I know him so there's no worry." Aayraj reasoned, patting his chest as a sign for him to calm down.

"How." He asked, with a sullen expression.

Aayrah could only wonder what would Izaan do the day when Kiyara would go away from them. He might sob.

"He's Reva and Reyhan's son." She responded.

Izaan's eyes again turned wide, giving Aayrah a incredulous look.

"I still have no idea how you don't feel awkward around them." Izaan shook his head and continued, "A boy is a boy no matter what."

"Then why were you my friend in our childhood?" She asked, raising her eyebrows.

"Our bond was something else Aayrah." Izaan responded, giving her a forehead kiss.

"Don't talk nonsense now. Who knows they might turn into something we are today?" Aayrah smiled, looking at the two kids who were gobbling up on a single icecream.

"Hell no." Izaan gritted out, about to pull Kiyara away from Vivaan when Aayrah stopped him.

Aayrah pointed for him to look at the two kids. The scene now only made him more horrified. Kiyara was kissing Vihaan's cheek who was possessing a toothy grin, a light blush coating his cheeks.

And this was Izaan's last straw.

Giving the little boy a glare, he picked Kiyara up in his arms, now murmuring, "Why did she have to go after her mother? Extrovert when needed to be shy and shy when needed to punch someone."

A punch that Izaan wanted on that little boy's face by his lovely daughter.

"Stay away from my daughter." Izaan sternly said to Vihaan who scowled harshly, before turning towards Aayrah with puppy eyes.

"You remember me?" Aayrah asked with a hopeful glee in her eyes.

A couple of months ago Aayrah and Reva had met when they were back at their parents house. These two munchkins knew each other from school, though being in different standard, but when they met, they'd literally taken the whole house above their heads, Aayush being their leader and instructor.

"Yes." Vihaan nodded adorably, making Aayrah coo at him.

"Then don't worry about this sadu uncle. I'll bring Kiyara at your house for you two to play." Aayrah patted his cheeks, bending to his level who hugged her legs.

(Bad Uncle)

And this scene only made Aayrah remember the time when she was 9 months pregnant and how a year old Vihaan kept blabbering in his own language to the Kiyara who was inside her tummy.

Unknown to Reyhan and Izaan, Reva and Aayran actually kept meeting. They just found it awkward to tell them and found it as the best decision.

"Okay." Vihaan excitedly nodded, now running away where he's left his parents who were also here for the PTM.

"What did you say to him?" Izaan narrowed his eyes at Aayrah.

"Nothing as such." She simply shrugged before walking away.

And the father-daughter duo could only follow her with Kiyara's pleading for Aayrah to make her meet Vihaan while Izaan's over dramatic self butting in again and again that nothing like this should happen.

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The Oberoi clan was sitting in the garden of their house, them taking in the beauty of the starry night, it being currently 8 in the evening.

Izaan and Aayrah don't hesitate to show some PDA in front of their family, now resulting them on sitting a bit away from the other three, with Aayrah in his lap.

Kiyara had gone with her favourite person in the world for an outing. Her maamu, Aayush.

He was now a 22 year old in one of the most prestigious college in the city. But still, he was that goofy boy from heart.

"You cried a lot in childhood." Izaan scoffed.

"No, I didn't. I was the sweetest child." Aayrah reasoned with a sweet as sugar smile.

"No. You used to cry when I didn't use to play with you." Izaan replied back with a naughty smirk.

"That was cries out of happiness." Aayrah laughed making Izaan scowl this time.

His one hand was twirling the end of strands of her hair while the other was entwined with her own. These two were goner for PDA.

It was then that soft giggles reached their ears and soon the small figure of their daughter appeared in the darkness, her hands full of bags while following her was Ayush with some more bags in his hands.

"Mumma, Dad, look! Motu maama bought me toys." She giggled, showing the shoppers in her hand excitedly.

A full blown laughter escaped everyone's mouth at the fact that now her daughter too has learned Aayush's nickname who groaned, now complaining how he is fit. Well, he certainly was not that anyone would accept that.

Izaan and Aayrah, two individuals hesitant to express themselves in the beginning were now together, strong as ever because of the fate's play. Losing every hope at a point of time to be together, they're now together and blessed with such an amazing family and it's all that matters.

And this was the story of Aayrah and Izaan.

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Aayrah and Izaan:

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Myra❤