The palace was unusually lively that evening, a stark contrast to Hriday’s ever-growing anxiety. It had been over a month, and Anjana’s due date had come and gone—yet she showed no sign of contractions. Meanwhile, the one person who should have been worried was the most relaxed.
Seated comfortably in the courtyard, Anjana was chilling—sipping on her evening tea as if she weren’t overdue. Beside her, Shekhar matched her energy, engaged in a deep conversation that Hriday was sure had something to do with their next planned robbery—of kachoris, of course.
Hriday sighed, rubbing his temples. How can she be so calm when I’m losing my mind here?
Across the courtyard, Advait was busy feeding little Meshwa smashed boiled potatoes, his entire attention focused on the giggling baby. Meanwhile, in one corner, Jay was deeply engrossed in an intense war game with Gauri, their competitive spirits raging.
Hriday frowned, crossing his arms. “Jay, don’t you have a meeting in an hour?” he snapped. “And Gauri, aren’t your exams coming up next week?”
The duo fumbled, looking at each other like two busted criminals.
“We were just taking a short break,” Jay muttered.
“Yeah, bhaiya!” Gauri added, pouting. “It’s just a game…”
“Don’t ‘bhaiya’ me,” Hriday scolded, shaking his head. “Responsibilities first.”
Before the two could counter, Rajveer casually walked in, carrying a tray of freshly baked cookies, Siya trailing behind him with a smug look. As he placed the tray down, he smirked, his voice dripping with amusement.
“Oh ho, badi baat hai.” He chuckled. “When your wife doesn’t listen, you take out your frustration on the kids?”
Hriday’s jaw ticked as he clenched his teeth. His hand instinctively curled into a fist, but before he could retort, his gaze drifted back to Anjana, who was giggling at something Shekhar had said.
She was glowing—her skin radiant, her laughter soft, her hand lazily resting on her belly. She looked so content.
Hriday exhaled, forcing himself to calm down. He wasn’t going to let Khurana of all people rattle him. Instead, he shot back, “Mind your own business, Rajveer.”
But Rajveer only chuckled, stuffing a cookie into his mouth. “Oh, I am.”
Across the room, Advait, who had been silently observing everything, finally spoke, shaking his head in amusement. “Now I finally understand your life-long hatred for this Khurana, bhaiya. He's always behind the Rajvanshs ladies.”
Hriday scoffed and nodded. “Exactly.”
Meanwhile, the ladies—Siya, Gauri, Jankee, and Veena—were laughing their hearts out at Rajveer’s joke, much to Advait and Hriday’s irritation. Even Anjana was giggling, her eyes twinkling as she joined in the fun.
Hriday sighed dramatically, pinching the bridge of his nose. I’m losing my mind, and she’s laughing at jokes!
But as his eyes fell on his wife once more, all his irritation melted away.
She was happy. And that’s all that mattered.
For now, at least.
The estate was as lively as ever, filled with laughter, warmth, and an air of competition that none of the men had anticipated.
The aroma of freshly baked cookies drifted through the air as Rajveer Khurana, ever the charming rogue, stood at the center of the women’s attention, spinning a tale so animatedly that Jankee, Veena, Siya, Gauri, and Anjana couldn’t stop laughing.
Shekhar, who had been quite content a moment ago, feeding Anjana her oatmeal while keeping her engaged in a conversation she could hardly escape, suddenly felt his control slip.
The moment Rajveer strode out of the kitchen, all attention shifted to him. Anjana, spoon mid-air, completely forgot about the oatmeal as her eyes sparkled with amusement at Rajveer’s storytelling.
Shekhar’s brows furrowed as he cleared his throat. "Eat, Anju," he reminded her, nudging the spoon toward her lips, but she merely waved him off, "Dad, I already had enough" giggling at whatever nonsense Rajveer was saying.
Veena and Jankee, meanwhile, clapped their hands in delight. "Rajveer, you truly have a knack for storytelling!" Jankee said making Veena add, "I don’t remember the last time I laughed so much, jiji" they praised, causing Shekhar and Yashwanth to scoff in unison.
Yashwanth crossed his arms and muttered under his breath, "Hmph. Even we can do better."
Shekhar, equally irked, nodded in agreement. "Absolutely. We just don’t waste our time on such antics."
Hriday and Advait, who had been observing their fathers’ growing irritation, exchanged smirks. Seeing their normally unshakeable fathers get jealous was a rare sight, and they weren’t about to let it go unnoticed.
Just when they thought things couldn’t get any worse, Rajveer, with a dramatic flourish, took out a freshly baked cookie and extended it to Siya and Anjana. "A treat for the lovely ladies, a mumma and soon to be a mumma" he declared. Without a second thought, both women took a bite from his hand, much to the horror of their respective husbands.
Advait’s jaw clenched as he saw Siya happily nibbling on the cookie. "She’s not even a sweet tooth," he scoffed.
Rajveer, ever ready, leaned back smugly. "An occasional sweet never hurt anyone, Advi." Siya, enjoying her rare treat, nodded in agreement.
Hriday, who had barely contained his irritation, took a step forward and shot Rajveer a pointed look. "She’s not allowed to have flour," he declared, referring to Anjana’s strict diet.
Rajveer’s smirk widened. "Oh? These cookies are made of crushed oats, generally offering a good fiber and folate to both babies and Mumma, I guess!" he countered smoothly, effectively shutting Hriday up.
Hriday’s jaw twitched. He couldn’t argue with that.
Shekhar and Yashwanth, still determined to find a flaw, quickly added their so-called concerns. "Jankee you can’t have too much sugar; you're diabetic," Shekhar reasoned.
"And Veena—" Yashwanth started but paused, searching for an excuse. "She... uh... she can’t have cookies because she’s—"
Veena, unimpressed, cut him off. "I’m what, Yash? Go on, enlighten me."
Jankee, equally unimpressed, folded her arms. "Shekhar, I monitor my sugar intake just fine, thank you very much. It's you who always go after those Kachoris."
All four women turned to their husbands, shaking their heads at their blatant attempts to dismiss Rajveer.
"Honestly," Anjana sighed, "you all sound so petty right now. Why waste arguing, just dig in all mummas."
Shekhar, Yashwanth, Hriday, and Advait were left in stunned disbelief at Anjana’s savage dialogue. Their wives—their wives—were siding with him?
Hriday scowled at Rajveer, who dared to wink at him. Advait ran a frustrated hand through his hair. Yashwanth huffed. Shekhar, looking at the absurdity of it all, placed a hand on Hriday’s shoulder with a dramatic sigh.
"Now I know why he always gets on your nerves," he muttered. "Because he takes all our wives’ attention."
Hriday groaned, while Rajveer, basking in his victory, chuckled. "Well, gentlemen, what can I say? It’s a gift."
After some time, it was lunchtime, and lunch at the Rajvansh estate was a grand affair, as always. The long dining table was filled with an array of delicious dishes, and everyone was seated in their usual places.
The meal began with a short prayer, after which everyone started serving themselves and enjoying the food.
Rajveer, ever the attentive one, noticed Anjana hadn’t taken a bite yet. Frowning, he reached for a dal rice, with curd and made a morsel for her. Just as he was about to offer it, Hriday, sitting beside her, unknowingly did the same. However, Anjana lost in thought, instinctively leaned towards Hriday and took the morsel from his hand instead.
Hriday, witnessing this, smirked smugly at Rajveer. "Seems like some habits are ingrained, Khurana," he mocked, watching as Anjana chewed absently.
Rajveer scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, don’t get too smug. She was just lost in thought."
Dadi Sa, shaking her head at their constant rivalry, decided to intervene. Looking at Anjana, who was still unfocused, she asked, "What’s the matter, beta? Is something wrong?"
Anjana blinked but remained silent, making Dadi Sa narrow her eyes. "Anjana bahu?" she pressed again.
A few seconds passed in thick silence before Anjana suddenly let out a soft whimper, her hand clutching her belly.
The spoon in Hriday’s hand slipped from his fingers and clattered onto the plate, his entire body freezing. His heart pounded wildly. It’s time.
Anjana whimpered again, louder this time, her face contorting slightly in pain. Hriday sat still as a statue, his mind struggling to process the moment.
Seeing him completely blank, she groaned, "Wake up, Rana Sa."
Hriday blinked once. Then twice. His voice came out in a daze. "Good morning, Rani Sa..."
The room fell silent for a second before—smack!
Anjana’s hand landed straight on his cheek, snapping him out of his trance.
Rajveer, Jay, Gauri, and Advait burst into laughter, while Jankee and Veena shook their heads.
Hriday, finally regaining some sense, stammered, "I—I’m sorry! I mean—I—wait, is it happening? Right now?!"
Before anyone could respond, a gush of water pooled beneath Anjana’s chair.
Her water had broken.
Anjana’s panicked eyes darted to Jankee as she clutched her wrist. "Ma..a Maa sa, I’m scared."
Jankee immediately rushed to her side, cupping her face. "It’s okay, Anju Bacche. Breathe. We’re here."
Veena hurried away and returned with the pre-packed delivery bag she had prepared days ago, anticipating this moment.
Hriday, however, was still in a trance, his hands trembling as he bent down to pick her up. His heart was racing too fast, his emotions overwhelming him. As he lifted her, his knees wobbled, making Rajveer groan.
"Oh, for God’s sake," Rajveer muttered before rushing forward and helping Hriday balance her.
Hriday shot him a glare. "I can do it myself."
"Sure, you can. That’s why you’re shivering, for God’s sake keep your calm," Rajveer deadpanned.
Ignoring him, Hriday held Anjana securely and carried her to the car. Everyone quickly piled into their vehicles, rushing toward the hospital.
As Hriday dialed Anjana’s doctor, Dr. Riddhima Sen, his heart pounded in anticipation. When the call connected, he barely gave her a chance to speak. "Dr. Sen, Mishti’s water broke. We’re on our way!"
However, Riddhima’s response was unexpected. "Mr. Rajvansh, I’m out of town for a conference, but don’t worry. My senior, Dr. Vishakha Nanda, is there, and I’ve already informed her before going. Everything will be ready before you arrive."
Hriday exhaled in slight relief but still felt a storm brewing inside him. He couldn't afford to think of anything else right now.
At that moment, Saha, who was seated in the passenger seat beside Rajveer who was driving, spoke up. "Sir, the media is already speculating. Some think you’ll have twin boys, others are betting on twin girls, and some believe it’ll be one of each."
Hriday’s fingers tightened around his phone, but instead of getting irritated as he usually did at media gossip, an unfamiliar warmth spread in his chest. The thought of any of those possibilities—having a child, a life he and his Mishti created together—made something wild erupt in his stomach.
Excitement. Nervousness. Overwhelming joy.
Hriday clenched his jaw, gripping Anjana’s hand tighter. Soon, he thought. Very soon, our little ones—or their little ones—will be here.
The air outside the hospital was thick with anticipation, the front entrance swarmed by media personnel eager to capture the news of the Rajvansh heir’s arrival.
But Hriday had no time to deal with them. The convoy of black SUVs swiftly diverted to the back gate, where hospital staff were already waiting.
As soon as the car halted, Hriday, without wasting a second, stepped out and carefully carried Anjana in his arms. She was barely conscious now, her body drenched in sweat, her breath coming in shallow pants.
“Mishti, stay with me,” Hriday murmured, patting her cheek lightly. It was Dr. Sen’s advice—Don’t let her slip into unconsciousness. Keep her engaged.
The hospital staff swiftly placed her on a stretcher and wheeled her inside. The family followed closely, their faces taut with worry.
Her grip on Hriday’s hand tightened painfully as if she were terrified of letting go. Hriday held on just as fiercely.
“I’m right here, Mishti.” His voice was firm, but his eyes burned with helplessness.
Jankee hurriedly wiped the sweat from Anjana’s forehead, whispering comforting words. Veena rubbed her feet gently, trying to soothe her. Shekhar gripped her other hand tightly, his own eyes moist despite his usual calm demeanor.
Meanwhile, Yashwanth took charge of completing the formalities, while Advait and Siya stood by, ensuring everything was in order. Jay had stayed behind at the palace with baby Meshwa.
As they reached the ward’s entrance, just before the doors could swing shut, Anjana weakly gestured to the nurse to stop. She turned her head toward Hriday, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Hriday… promise me something…”
Hriday immediately nodded, cupping her face. “I’ll fulfill your every wish, Mishti. Anything. Just ask.”
Despite the pain searing through her, she let out a weak chuckle before groaning again. He was yapping again.
“I’ll let you eat all the fast food in the world,” Hriday continued, his words rushed, desperate to keep her conscious. “Kachoris, fries, pani puri, those disgusting unhygienic chatpata aam papads, and tamarinds—you name it, I won’t stop you! You can sleep all day, buy anything you want—”
Before he could ramble further, Anjana, through her agony, lifted her trembling hand and slapped him across the cheek.
The corridor went silent for a beat.
Rajveer, Advait, and Siya exchanged glances, barely holding back their chuckles, but their eyes held warmth. They knew this was her way of making Hriday focus.
Hriday blinked, stunned, as Anjana grabbed his collar with the little strength she had left and tried to sit up slightly, her pain evident.
“Shut up, Hriday,” she breathed heavily. “Just—just give me your word.”
Hriday swallowed, nodding frantically.
Before he could complete it, Shekhar flicked the back of his head, his tone sharp. “Can’t you hear her properly? She wants your words, Hriday. Say it.”
Hriday’s throat tightened. Words had never felt heavier. Never in his life had he wanted her to suffer like this. And yet, fate had brought them here.
He was the one who had hurt her the most. More than anyone. But at this moment, there was nothing he could do except give her the assurance she sought. “I...I pro...promise, Mishti.”
Anjana’s teary eyes locked onto his. She stuttered through her pain, her voice breaking, “If… if anything happens to me—”
Hriday stiffened.
“No,” he said instantly.
But Anjana continued, her grip tightening, “If anything happens… promise me you will never let our children feel like orphans. Not for a second. Not an ounce of suffering can touch them—the suffering I endured… just for being  an orphan.” Her voice cracked at the end, the memories of her past flashing before her eyes.
Hriday felt something inside him shatter. Without hesitation, he crushed her to his chest, his arms trembling as he held her.
“I swear, Mishti,” he whispered hoarsely against her hair. “I promise you, our children will never feel alone. Never.”
A tear slipped from his eye as he pulled back, pressing his forehead against hers. “But listen to me—nothing is going to happen to you.” His voice was raw, breaking at the edges. “Do you hear me? If—by some cruel twist—something happens to you, then…”
Anjana shook her head weakly, but Hriday beat her to it.
“Then that moment will be my last, too.”
Anjana gasped in protest, shaking her head again, but Hriday cupped her face firmly.
“I’m not saying I’ll do anything reckless,” he reassured her, his voice eerily calm. “But my heart knows the truth, Mishti. If you’re not here, I won’t be able to exist. If you go… then this time, I’ll follow—even if I have to go through hell just to reach your heaven.”
Tears streamed down Anjana’s cheeks, her lips trembling as she tried to shake her head. But Hriday gently wiped them away.
“I won’t let you leave me,” he whispered. “So fight, Rani Sa. Fight for me. For us.”
The doors to the delivery room finally opened, and the doctors urged them to let go.
With one last glance, Hriday pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead before her grip on his hand finally loosened.
As the doors closed behind her, Hriday stood there, his chest heaving. His hands trembled at his sides.
Rajveer placed a hand on his shoulder, his own eyes heavy with emotion.
“She’ll be fine,” Rajveer said, not just for Hriday’s sake, but for himself as well.
Hriday nodded, his fists clenching.
Because no matter what it took—he would not let his Mishti leave him.
.
The hospital corridor was eerily silent, except for the agonizing cries coming from inside the labor ward.
It had been nearly two hours, and Hriday had not moved from his spot just outside the door. His forehead pressed against the cold metal, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. Every time Anjana’s cries pierced through the walls, a part of him shattered.
The nurses kept asking him to calm down, reassuring him she was in good hands.
“She’ll be fine, Mr. Rajvansh,” a nurse told him firmly for the third time.
Hriday shot her a hard glare, his patience wearing thin. “I need to see her.”
The nurse exhaled, her resolve wavering under his intense gaze. “Sir, you need to—”
But Hriday knocked again. Harder this time.
The nurse let out a frustrated sigh and stormed inside, leaving him standing there, his heart hammering against his ribs.
A minute later, the door creaked open.
Dr. Nanda emerged, removing her mask, her forehead lined with exhaustion. The family immediately surrounded her, eyes filled with anxious hope.
Hriday stepped forward, his voice hoarse. “How is she?”
Dr. Nanda let out a breath. “She’s doing good, but she keeps failing at a crucial point. Her body is exhausted, and we’re trying our best, but she’s losing strength.”
Hriday’s fists clenched.
The doctor hesitated before continuing, “We need her to hold on, and I think your presence might help. You should come in—”
She didn’t even get to finish. Hriday was already inside.
Shekhar shook his head at his son’s recklessness but turned to the stunned doctor with an apologetic nod. “You should have expected that.”
Dr. Nanda sighed and rushed back inside.
Anjana barely had the energy to turn her head, but the moment she saw Hriday, relief washed over her.
Her teary eyes met his soul-searching gaze, a gaze that spoke of fear, love, and unwavering devotion. He was standing in front of her, the man who had once been her heartless husband, now her strongest pillar, her dae.
Hriday felt his knees go weak at the sight of her. There was blood everywhere. Her blood.
Blood had been his companion all his life—on the battlefield, in business, even in his past sins. But this? This haunted him.
He immediately rushed to her side, kneeling beside her. Taking a damp cloth, he wiped the sweat off her forehead, his touch unbearably gentle.
“I’m here, Mishti,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “I’ll always be here.”
She tried to smile, but another sharp contraction hit her, making her let out a strangled whimper. She clutched Hriday’s palm, her nails digging into his skin as she tried to push—but failed again.
Dr. Nanda gave Hriday a meaningful look. He understood.
He leaned closer, pressing a kiss to her damp temple. His lips trembled against her skin.
“Mishti… imagine your Dada standing outside, waiting to see his grandchildren,” he whispered. “Imagine Dadu—how proud he’d be, how he’d mock me for being a fool in front of you. How our family would celebrate them.”
Anjana’s lips quivered as she let out a shaky breath.
Hriday swallowed his own emotions, his voice lowering.
“You always tell me I’m a bad husband, and you’re not wrong,” he confessed, his voice breaking. “I’ve hurt you more than anyone else ever could.” His fingers brushed against her cheek. “But if there’s one thing I’ll never fail at, it’s being your dae. Though I failed as your husband I'll never fail at being the best father for our children and I promise that I'll will never fail at being your husband near future, Mishti. Please just this time, Chérie. If you suffer, then I’ll suffer with you.”
Anjana’s tears slipped past her lashes as she weakly lifted a hand and cupped his face.
“You’re wrong…” she whispered breathlessly.
Hriday’s heart clenched. “Mishti—”
“You’re the best husband I could ask for,” she interrupted him, her voice soft but firm. “Even if you behaved the same as before still nothing can change the fact that you're the one who loved me beyond limits and every time I'll choose you as my dae no matter how many options I had, I'll keep choosing you over and over again. Your love was there even in your hate. You never failed to protect me no matter what. Pl...please trust me dae, Kanhaji's swear no one would have loved me like you do in this lifetime, even in past lives and upcoming lives. I’m the stupid one. I couldn’t even stop my cravings.”
Hriday let out a choked laugh. “Don’t blame yourself, you little fool.”
Their small moment was cut short when a wave of pain crashed over her. Anjana screamed, her body tensing with a fierce contraction.
Hriday’s heart nearly stopped.
“Rani Sa, focus!” he urged, his hand tightening over hers. “You always tell me how excited you are to talk to our babies, how you want to dress them like your Kanhaji, how you want them to eat your favorite food and make them against me—Mishti, they need you. I need you. Now, please try to push, please, Mishti.”
Anjana clenched her jaw, her body trembling, but this time, she pushed with everything she had.
The doctor’s instructions filled the air, the tension thick.
Then—
A tiny, piercing cry rang through the room.
Hriday’s breath caught in his throat as Dr. Nanda lifted a small, wailing baby upside down. But before Hriday could rejoice, his protective instincts kicked in.
“What the hell are you doing?!” he snapped, his eyes blazing. “Put my baby down properly!”
Dr. Nanda, unfazed by his outburst, shot him a sharp look. “Stay silent, Mr. Rajvansh. This is a standard procedure.”
“Standard, my foot—”
“It’s a boy.”
Hriday’s world tilted.
His chest tightened as he looked at the tiny life in her hands—his son.
A son he had created with her.
Before Hriday could react, Anjana let out another loud cry. Another contraction.
Dr. Nanda’s expression turned serious. “This will be the complicated one.”
Hriday’s heart nearly stopped again, but the doctor’s next words eased his terror.
“But the sudden contractions are a good sign.”
He clenched his jaw and pressed his forehead to Anjana’s. “Come on, Mishti… our baby girl is waiting. You can do this. Please kanhaji let it be the girl, let it be her.”
Another wave of pain. Another push.
Then—another cry.
A smaller, softer one.
Hriday didn’t even realize he was crying until his vision blurred.
“A girl.” Dr. Nanda announced, her voice lighter this time. “Your baby boy helped his twin sister survive and grow by his side.”
A strangled sob escaped Hriday’s throat.
He turned to Anjana, his warrior, his Mishti, and without a second thought, pulled her into his arms.
“You did it, Mishti,” he whispered shakily, pressing desperate kisses to her hair, her forehead, her cheeks. “We did it.”
The nurses gently placed both babies on Anjana’s chest. Two tiny miracles.
Dr. Nanda smiled as she noted, “September 30th. 4:45 PM for the boy, 5:15 PM for the girl.”
Anjana’s lips curved into a tired, blissful smile as she whispered a soft prayer to Kanhaji.
But before she could fully take in the moment, exhaustion took over.
Her eyes fluttered shut.
Hriday panicked. “Mishti? Mishti?!”
The nurse quickly intervened, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Relax, Mr. Rajvansh. It’s normal. She just needs rest.”
Hriday let out a shaky breath, his heart still hammering in his chest.
He turned back to the two fragile lives cradled against Anjana, his large hand carefully brushing against their tiny fingers.
His children. Theirs.
He had never believed in fate. But right now, looking at the family he had built with her, Hriday knew—
Kanhaji had given him a new life.
Hriday carefully cradled his newborns in his arms, the nurse helping him adjust their soft, fur-lined towels—his baby girl wrapped in a delicate purple one and his baby boy swaddled in a cozy yellow.
He kissed both her heads, tears still cascading down his both cheeks which he didn't even care to wipe, he whispered, "Welcome to the world my world!"
He glanced at his baby boy who was sleeping, he was proud of his son who protected his sister like a warrior. His Mishti was always right. Her faith in Kanhaji was never wrong.
The baby girl widened her little arms clutching his shirt collar tightly in her tiniest fist making Hriday chuckle, he murmured playfully at her,"What’s with you and your mumma always crushing my collars? Not that I mind. Thank you for being my daughter, Thank you for choosing me as your dad, cham cham! I promise I'll be your best dad any princess can ever have."
His heart swelled with emotions he couldn’t put into words. He had fought battles, built empires, and endured storms—but nothing, nothing compared to the weight of his two tiny worlds in his arms.
He took slow steps toward the door, feeling an odd nervousness he had never felt before. What if he tripped? What if he held them too tightly? What if—
The moment he stepped out into the corridor, all worries vanished.
The Rajvansh family, who had been anxiously waiting outside, gasped in awe.
Shekhar, Jankee, Veena, Yashwanth, Advait, Siya—all of them rushed forward, their eyes filled with tears and uncontainable joy.
Hriday let out a breath before stepping toward his father first. He held up his baby girl, smirking at Shekhar.
"Now, you have your princess, Dad," he teased, his voice hoarse with emotions. "Though, unlike Meshwa’s time, you won’t complain that I wasn’t there to witness it."
Shekhar, who had always prided himself on his stoicism, felt his vision blur. His hands trembled as he took the delicate bundle from Hriday.
His granddaughter—the very princess he had wished for all his life—was now in his arms. He blinked rapidly to clear his misty gaze and swallowed the lump in his throat before nodding at Hriday.
"Indeed, I do," he whispered, his voice barely above a breath.
Jankee chuckled through her tears and took the baby boy from Hriday, pressing her lips to his tiny forehead. "Oh, look at you," she cooed. "You’re just as handsome as your father. But I’ll make sure you have a heart softer like your Mom."
Veena, Yashwanth, Rajveer, Advait, and Siya took turns holding the baby boy, their happiness overflowing with excited murmurs and blessings.
But Shekhar—being Shekhar—refused to pass his granddaughter to anyone.
Siya pouted, “Bade papa, it’s our turn.”
“No.” Shekhar’s reply was firm. “She is mine.”
Everyone exchanged looks of disbelief.
“Shekhar!” Jankee protested, pretending to be offended. “So, if we hold her, we’ll hurt her?”
Shekhar didn’t even flinch. He gently uncurled his granddaughter’s tiny fist and pressed a soft kiss to her palm, murmuring, “God bless you, my Pari.”
Hriday, who had held back his emotions as best as he could, wiped the lone tear that escaped. He had already welcomed both his children into the world back in the ward, kissing each of their tiny heads and whispering, Welcome to the world, my worlds.
A nurse suddenly stepped in. “Mrs. Rajvansh is awake.”
The family immediately turned, their joy multiplying. Hriday wasted no time, leading them into the VIP suite where Anjana had been shifted after her post-delivery procedures and stitches got done.
She looked exhausted, her face pale, but the moment she saw her family, her lips curved into a tired yet radiant smile.
Jankee and Shekhar were the first to reach her, placing soft kisses on her forehead.
“How are you feeling, Beta?” Jankee asked, her voice laced with concern.
“Tired,” Anjana admitted, chuckling weakly.
Veena and Yashwanth followed, offering their well wishes.
Shekhar suddenly stepped forward, removing his thick gold chain from around his neck. He carefully placed it in his grandson’s tiny fist.
Anjana gasped, her eyes instantly filling with tears. “Dad…”
Shekhar didn’t say a word—he simply rushed to her side and embraced her. She melted into his warmth, sobbing softly against his chest.
Hriday stood by, watching the raw, unbreakable bond between father and daughter, his heart swelling with love for them both.
After a few moments, Anjana reached for her babies.
Hriday gently placed them in her arms, and the moment she felt their tiny bodies against her, she broke down. Clutching them close, she cried—tears of overwhelming love, relief, and joy.
“My babies…” she whispered, pressing kisses to their foreheads.
Hriday sat beside her, brushing a tear from her cheek.
“Didn’t I tell you?” she murmured. “Our superhero son already saved his sissy princess, made sure she survived.”
Hriday chuckled, nodding. “And you’ve already teamed up with him. That means I’ll always be on my princess’ side.”
Anjana laughed softly, but her gaze soon shifted to Shekhar. “Dad, do you know what this means?”
“What, Beta?” he asked, his voice still thick with emotions.
“I have my freedom now! I can eat anything I want, sleep all day—”
Shekhar let out a hearty laugh, shaking his head. “You’re impossible.”
The room erupted in laughter, a warm, joyful atmosphere settling over them. The laughter paused when the doors opened again.
Kavish and Samarth walked in, their wives following close behind.
Their wives rushed to Anjana, hugging her tightly, tears running down their faces. “You scared us,” one of them whispered.
Kavish and Samarth grinned at Hriday, clapping his back.
“Rana Sa, you’re a father now,” Samarth teased mocking him putting his phone as a mic in front of his mouth. “Did you ever think this day would come, Mr. Rajvansh?”
“Shut up,” Hriday muttered, but a proud smile played on his lips.
Just then, Advait rushed out, announcing that he was distributing sweets throughout the hospital. Outside, the media was already gathering, desperate for a glimpse of the Rajvansh heirs.
But Hriday had strictly instructed security—no pictures of the babies were to be released.
Then came another arrival.
Meera walked in, followed hesitantly by Rishi and Shiv. The room’s warmth dimmed slightly. There was still tension between them—a history of wounds yet to be healed.
Still, they congratulated the couple, their voices laced with hesitation. They reached forward, intending to lightly touch the babies' feet before distributing offerings to the poor, a sacred family ritual.
But before they could, Anjana smiled and softly spoke.
“Rishi bhai, Shiv please don't get me wrong but I would like Kavish bhai and Samarth bhai to perform this ritual, as my babies’ Mamu, for mithai dan.”
Silence.
Rishi and Shiv’s faces fell.
They had expected this. And yet, it still hurt.
They had failed. Failed to be her brothers, failed to protect her, and failed to fulfill their father’s last words. And now, they were paying the price.
Kavish and Samarth, on the other hand, had embraced every chance to be there for Anjana. They had never considered it a responsibility—but rather, a blessing.
Hriday, standing beside Anjana, smiled approvingly at her decision.
Nitya and Sanjeeda also nodded, proud of Anjana’s strength.
Kavish and Samarth performed the ritual with deep reverence, their eyes glistening with emotion.
The hospital ward door swung open again, and this time Rajveer strode in with a proud smirk, holding two massive teddy bears—almost as tall as him. The soft, plush creatures had huge round eyes and fluffy fur, making them look like gentle giants.
Anjana, sitting up in bed with a glow of newfound motherhood, gasped in delight. “Oh my God, Rajveer! They are adorable!” she beamed, her eyes sparkling with joy.
Rajveer sauntered to her bedside, placing the teddy bears down before lovingly patting her head. “Congratulations, sweetheart,” he murmured with genuine affection before leaning in to place a soft peck on her forehead.
Hriday, standing a little to the side, folded his arms across his chest and narrowed his eyes at the scene. His jaw tightened before he quipped, “I’ve become a father too, Khurana. Won't you congratulate me?”
Rajveer, completely unfazed, turned toward Hriday with a slow smirk. “I’d say something nice to you, but unfortunately, I’m straight, well congrats to you, man.” he shot back smoothly, earning a burst of laughter from everyone in the room.
Hriday scoffed, rolling his eyes in irritation. “Hahaha Hilarious,” he drawled, then gestured toward the massive teddy bears. “Are you planning to scare my babies with these human-sized beasts?”
Before Rajveer could respond, Anjana cut in, hugging one of the teddy bears. “Hriday, stop. They’re not scary! They’re the cutest!” she defended, pouting at Hriday.
Hriday turned away dramatically, scoffing. “Of course, my wife would take his side.”
Before the banter could escalate, Samarth, ever the peacemaker, jumped in. “If we’re their ‘Mamus,’ then Rajveer is too.” He grinned mischievously.
Rajveer’s reaction was instant and loud. “NO!” His voice boomed across the room, startling the babies slightly.
The ladies gasped, shooting him a glare, and Hriday immediately shushed him with an annoyed glare. “Will you shut up? You scared them, idiot.”
Rajveer huffed, crossing his arms. “I am not their Mamu! That would make Anju my sister, and that’s never happening.” He dramatically shuddered before flashing a teasing grin at Hriday. “I’m perfectly fine being her best friend, though.”
Hriday, still fuming, muttered, “What a tragedy, Khurana.”
The sarcastic back-and-forth continued, the room buzzing with playful energy, until a nurse entered, clearing her throat. “Excuse me, but it’s time to feed the babies.”
Instantly, the lighthearted mood shifted. The men, knowing better than to stick around, exchanged glances before reluctantly leaving the room.
As Hriday walked out along with all the men, he threw one last smirk over his shoulder. “Enjoy, Mamu Rajveer.”
Rajveer’s glare followed him as the door closed, while inside, the women chuckled softly, returning to the more important task at hand—caring for the little ones.
As their talks concluded, the doctor walked in.
“Mrs. Rajvansh, you’re good to go. We can proceed with your discharge.”
Excitement spread through the room.
Preparations were made, and soon, Hriday, Anjana, and their precious twins were ready to leave the hospital—heading home to begin the next chapter of their lives as a family.
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The soft golden sunlight streamed through the tall windows of the Rajvansh Palace, casting a warm glow over the nursery. The room was filled with gentle coos and gurgles as the newborn twins lay in their miniature cradles, their tiny hands reaching toward the toy chandelier above them. The delicate stars and moons swayed slightly, creating a chiming tune enough to entertain them, capturing their great attention.
Hriday stood beside them, dressed sharply in his navy blue suit. Today was his first day back at work after three months, a decision made entirely due to Anjana’s insistence.
The past week had been a whirlwind of sleepless nights, with both new parents taking turns staying awake since the twins’ sleep cycles did not align with theirs. Jankee and Veena had offered to help, but Hriday and Anjana had gently refused, not wanting to disturb their rest.
Leaning over one of the cradles, Hriday smirked as he watched his children. “You both have no idea how dramatic your mother was during pregnancy. She often used you both as her shield saying it's you both who were craving the things.” He sighed, shaking his head. “Once, she had an unbearable craving for roadside snacks, and when I refused, she looked me straight in the eye and said—‘You don’t love me. Like could I not love her?”
His baby girl yawned, utterly unbothered by her father’s storytelling.
Hriday chuckled. “Oh, I see. You already find my stories boring, cham cham.”
What he didn’t realize was that Anjana had woken up and was watching him with narrowed eyes.
“Hriday Singh Rajvansh,” she called out sweetly, though her tone held a warning.
Hriday stiffened and turned around slowly, flashing an innocent smile. “You’re awake?”
Anjana crossed her arms. “Did you seriously just complain about me to babies who are barely a week old?”
Hriday shrugged. “They’ll understand in a few years. And when you refuse them chocolates, they’ll know I’ve always been on their side.”
Anjana rolled her eyes. “You are impossible.”
Still smirking, Hriday leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. His arms circled her waist as he murmured, “Sometimes, I wonder how peaceful life would have been if I weren’t a king if I didn’t have any responsibilities.” His voice was lower now, almost wistful.
Anjana frowned and sat up straighter. “You keep saying that ever since the babies arrived. Why?”
Hriday chuckled as he brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Just a thought… what if we were ordinary people?”
Anjana sighed and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Then I would be the happiest person on earth. A normal life has always been my dream—no attention, no media, no royal obligations.”
Hriday held her a little closer. “Would you still stay with me if I were nothing? No title, no wealth, just me?”
Anjana tiptoed and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. “Why are you even asking that? My love for you has never been about your status. You are my husband, my safe place, my person. I love you for who you are, not for what you have.”
Hriday let out a relieved sigh, as if confirming something in his mind, and pulled her into a deep hug.
Before they could say more, a small whimper interrupted them. Their baby boy stirred in his cradle, making tiny noises of discomfort.
Hriday sighed dramatically. “They are already coming between our moments.”
Anjana shot him a glare. “Hriday!”
Raising his hands in surrender, he chuckled before stepping back. “Alright, I’ll leave now. Enjoy your day with our tiny bosses.”
He pressed one last kiss to Anjana’s temple, waved at his little family, and made his way to the door. Just before stepping out, he turned back with a smirk.