1 month later.

Saanvi's POV

The two priests chanted mantras, guiding Yuvraj ji and me as we put ghee into the hawan kund, the sacred fire flickering and crackling in front of us.

The air was filled with the rich, heady scent of sandalwood and the rhythmic cadence of the priests’ voices, creating an almost hypnotic atmosphere.

I felt a wave of emotion wash over me. It had been one month since I gave birth to our little miracles.

Everything had changed, and in the best way possible. Our non-identical twins had brought so much joy and happiness into our lives. Their cries sometimes made us frustrated, but often, they brought tears of happiness.

I sat beside Yuvraj ji on the floor in the aangan, feeling a mix of exhaustion and contentment.

I was still weak from childbirth, so Yuvraj ji had decided to delay the naming ceremony for a month. During this time, his mother, Dhuni, and of course, Yuvraj ji, had taken excellent care of me.

Our baby girl was always the one to cry. She became calm mostly in Yuvraj ji’s arms.

Just like now, she was lying on his lap, her wide eyes fixed on his lips as he chanted the mantras. Her tiny hands clutched the red shawl he was wearing, paired with a red dhoti.

He looked every bit the regal king, his strong, handsome face softening as he glanced down at her.

I was wearing a red saree and gold jewelry that my mother-in-law had gifted me on the day I gave birth.

The intricate designs of the bangles, necklace, and earrings sparkled in the sunlight, making me feel like a queen.

Despite the fatigue, there was a glow about me that came from the deep happiness of being a new mother.

Yuvraj ji had also gifted me two shops full of women’s accessories and dresses located near the town.

He even started savings accounts for our children’s future college funds. I smiled, thinking about how he had already begun planning for their future even though they were not yet a year old.

Our baby boy was more of a quiet observer. Just like now, he was watching the fire in front of us with intense curiosity. He sat on my lap, his small face lit up by the dancing flames.

Dhuni was sitting beside me, maintaining a distance from Arun, as her parents had joined us for the pooja. This was clearly making Arun mad, and I couldn’t help but chuckle at their silent drama.

I yawned involuntarily, earning a concerned glance from Yuvraj ji. His dark eyebrows arched in question, but I barely shook my head.

A smirk tugged at his lips, making me blush as I realized what he was thinking. Last night, despite the advice against intimacy due to my stitches, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. The memory of our passion made my cheeks flush.

He was concerned about hurting me but I seduced him to break his controlling facade.

Our stare broke when baby girl made a small sound in his lap. Yuvraj ji chuckled, patting her head with a big smile.

He spoke to her in a soft voice,

"Kya hua hamari, Rajkumari ko? Aapko, Phir se bhook lagi hai?"

(What is it, little princess? Are you hungry again?)

He kissed her head, earning a toothless smile from her. I smiled, capturing the moment in my heart.

The priest’s voice broke our trance.

"According to their kundali, your daughter’s name should start with 'K' and your son’s name with 'D'."

Yuvraj ji looked at me, and I directed my eyes towards his mother. He nodded and asked her, "Mother, what do you think?"

My mother-in-law smiled warmly. "It’s the parents’ right to name their children. I will be happy with whatever names you choose."

Yuvraj ji agreed and gave me an encouraging nod.

Then, Yuvraj ji and I exchanged ideas, ignoring Dhuni’s suggestions of strange names.

After a brief discussion, we decided on Kavya for our girl and Dhairya for our boy. We informed the priest, who wrote their names on the kundali as per astrology.

The pooja ended after we completed all the prayers. The priests left, blessing us and our children.

Normally, a feast would be organized in the haveli, but to avoid tiring me and exposing the newborns to too many people, Yuvraj ji arranged it near the temple instead. Donations were given to the needy by my mother-in-law and my husband.

We had breakfast together, enjoying many sweet dishes and halwa puri. The puris were crispy and golden, served with spicy aloo sabzi, and the halwa was rich, made with ghee and garnished with nuts. Amidst laughs and conversations, we savored our meal.

Arun bhaiya went to check on the temple feast, and Dhuni left with her parents to her new rental house. My mother-in-law went to the temple with Arun, leaving Yuvraj ji and me at the haveli. He insisted that I rest, seeing how tired I was.

After feeding the babies, I dozed off on the bed beside them. Yuvraj ji was in the room, making calls near the balcony. I didn’t know how long I had been asleep, but I woke up to the sound of small cries.

My maternal instincts kicked in, and I quickly looked around. Both babies were not on the bed beside me. I saw Yuvraj ji rocking them in each of his arms, humming softly.

As I tried to get up to help him, he looked at me sternly.

"Heer, soja wapas. Tujhe apna bhi dhyan rakhna hai."

(Heer, go back to sleep. You need to take care of yourself too.)

"Par-"

(But-)

I tried to get up but he shook his interrupting me.

"Mai bhi baap hu unka, Heer. Mera bhi farz hai unhe shaant rakhna. Abhi ke liye tu aaram kar, meri jaan, mai Sambhalta hu inhe."

(I'm their father, Heer. It's my duty to keep them calm. For now take rest my love, I'll take care of them)

This man had my whole heart. His version of father and husband made me fall in love with him all over again.

I laid back down, but my eyes stayed on him and our babies. He started humming a bhajan, his sweet melody working as a lullaby, making me doze off along with the crying babies in his arms.

No matter the challenges we faced, our life was truly extraordinary. Each day brimmed with magic and an abundance of love.

2 years later.

Yuvraj's pov.

The sun was mellow, casting a warm, golden hue over our Haveli.

The aangan, the central courtyard, was bathed in this comforting light, bringing an almost magical serenity to the space.

I sat on a sturdy wooden chair and held my phone to my ear. Arun was on the other end, narrating his adventures from his honeymoon trip to the city with his new bride, Dhuni.

"Don’t forget the fruits, especially those Alphonso mangoes," I reminded him, chuckling at the other end. "And that jewelry piece for Heer and Kavya. She’s been eyeing it for months."

The breeze, gentle and refreshing, played with my hair and brought with it the scent of jasmine from the garden.

It caressed my face, bringing a sense of peace that was only possible in this sanctuary of ours.

A few meters away, my mother was perched on a khaat, her nimble fingers deftly crocheting purple socks. She had made countless pairs over the years, each stitch woven with love for her grandchildren.

"Ba-ba,"

(Papa, father)

came a tiny, wobbling voice from behind me. My heart melted instantly, and I felt small, soft fingers attempting to cover my eyes.

With a chuckle, I ended the call, ready to immerse myself in the playful moment.

"Hmm, who could it be covering my eyes?" I asked, my voice filled with exaggerated curiosity.

"Gon gon,"

Kon, kon

(Who is it)

came the adorable stutter from my two-year-old daughter, Kavya. Her tiny hands barely spanned my eyes, but her effort was endearing.

"Haww, kya yeh chor hai?"

(Haww, could it be a thief?) I feigned surprise, hearing my mother’s soft chuckle in the background.

"Ale ni baba,"

Areey nahi baba

(Oh no Father)

she protested in her baby voice, her innocence shining through every word. Her hands slipped from my eyes, but I kept them closed, extending the game.

She climbed down from the small chair we had bought for both the kids and circled around to face me, her baby steps unsteady but determined.

"Baba," she called softly, and I lowered my face to her level.

"Muuuaahhhh!" She planted wet, slobbery kisses on my cheeks, her laughter bubbling up as she did so.

My heart swelled with joy, the simple act filling me with a profound happiness.

I scooped her up, her small body fitting perfectly in my arms.

"Olo olo"

Kholo kholo

(Open it)

She said touching my eyes.

I opened my eyes and saw her lips around smeared with pink lipstick. And now that was on me too.

It was definitely by Dhuni, her so called favourite, maasi. She always spoiled them with whatever they want.

Kavya laughed, a sound that could chase away any sorrow.

"Baba, ulabi ulabi,"

Baba, Gulabi gulabi.

(Father, turned pink pink)

she pointed at my face, her laughter infectious.

"Meri rajkumari shaitaan ho gayi hai. Ab baba usse gud gudi karenge."

(My princess have become little mischief. Now, Baba will tickle the naughty princess!)

I said, wiggling my fingers playfully, seeing the pink lipstick smeared around her lips and now on my cheeks.

She shrieked with delight and ran, her baby feet carrying her across the aangan like a tipsy little man.

"Adi, Adi,"

Dadi, dadi

(Grandma)

she yelled, calling out to her grandmother.

I followed, jogging slowly, giving her the thrill of the chase.

"Mai aagaya kavya ke piche piche"

( I am chasing behind you Kavya)

My mother put down her crochet and scooped Kavya into her arms, her face lighting up with a smile.

"Pitai karenge hum Baba ki. Hup jao yahan se,"

(I'll beat you father. Hush go away)

she said, shooing me away playfully and slapping my arm lightly.

"Baba piti!"

(Father will be beat up!)

Kavya clapped her hands, her laughter ringing through the courtyard.

I laughed too, leaning down to kiss her forehead.

"Alright, alright. I surrender," I said, backing away with a grin.

They both settled into their own playful world, my mother’s soft murmurs and Kavya’s giggles blending harmoniously.

I walked away towards our room, watching them. The aangan seemed even more vibrant now, filled with their joy.

The laughter, the play, the love shared in our aangan were the threads that wove the fabric of our family’s life together.

I made my way up the stairs to our room, each step bringing me closer to the haven that awaited me.

As I opened the door, the first sight that greeted me was Heer.

Our third son, Chinmaye, was peacefully nursing while dozing off in her arms. Heer was gently patting his chest, humming softly to him, a tune that was music to my ears.

Closing the door quietly, I leaned against the door frame, utterly captivated by my wife.

She was an incredible woman who had given birth to our second set of non-identical twins just a year ago.

Chinmaye and Rudra, our latest blessings.

I couldn't help but smile at the thought of how my desires had gotten the better of me after seeing her radiant, motherly glow.

My years of obsession with her had only intensified, and it wasn't long before we found ourselves expecting again.

Fortunately, I had arranged for all the necessary hospital facilities and a separate nursery to ensure a safe delivery under the watchful eyes of doctors, for second pregnancy.

Chinmaye, much like our daughter Kavya, was a bubbly child, always getting into mischief. Rudra, on the other hand, was more reserved, often staying close to his older brother, Dhariye.

I couldn't resist teasing her and let out a whistle. Her big eyes darted up to meet mine, and a shiver ran through me as goosebumps spread across my skin.

She laughed, a sound that was pure joy to my ears.

"Apna chehra toh dekhiye, Yuvraj ji. Joker lag rahe hai."

(Look at your face, Yuvraj ji. You look like a joker.)

I narrowed my eyes playfully as I moved closer to her.

"Acha, toh sundar se joker ho gaya, main?"

(Oh yeah, so now I am a joker, not handsome?)

She nodded, chuckling in agreement.

I gently took the sleeping Chinmaye from her, planting a kiss on his forehead that left a pink mark.

I glanced around the room, seeing Rudra and Dhariye sleeping separately in their cots, placed away from the bed in the spacious room.

I carefully laid Chinmaye down in his own cot and tucked him in snugly, making sure he was comfortable.

Turning back to Heer, I caught her adjusting her blouse, a serene smile playing on her lips.

"Ah ha, bahar hi rahne de unhe"

(Ah ha, let them be outside)

I pointed, causing her to pause mid-action. She looked at me with wide eyes, undoubtedly sensing the lust in my gaze.

"Yuvraj ji, bache hai kamre mei."

(Yuvraj ji, kids are in room)

She said

"Toh kya hua? Yeh toh saalo tak yahi rahenge. Aese toh mai teri chut le hi nahi paaunga."

(So what? They are going to be here for years. I will not be able to have your cunt)

I removed my kurta in one swift motion, using it to wipe off the lipstick stain.

Heer didn't say a word, but I saw her gulp as her eyes traced over my chiseled chest and defined muscles. My ego swelled at her reaction. I tossed the kurta aside.

Heer's gaze lingered on me, admiration evident in her wide eyes.

Her yellow saree, adorned with vermillion and a nuptial necklace, only heightened my desire. The way she looked at me, a mix of awe and yearning, made my heart race. Her attire, symbolizing our bond, added a layer of intimacy that was impossible to ignore.

"Lait jaa. Pair khol ke. Teri chut dikhni chahiye mujhe."

(Lay down. Open your legs. Your cunt should be in my view)

Ordering her with heavy lusty voice, dominance took over me.

She did as I said. I placed a pillow under her head.

Standing near her, I drink her view and removed her saree with underskirt.

I spread her legs wide, while kissing her as benting to her face level.

My fingers slipped between her warm cunt and I groaned in her mouth feeling her wetness.

"Jharne ke tarah geeli ho rakhi hai teri chut meri jaan"

(You are dripping wet my darling)

She moaned and her hips buckled up to move against my fingers.

"Aese hi hilti rahe hai, meri randi. Chod apne ched ko meri ungliyon se. Paani nikal mere liye apni chut ke ched se randi."

(Move like that, my slut. Fuck you hole from my fingers. Cum for me from your cunt, slut)

I thrusted fingers inside her and rubbed my thumb over her hardened clit.

Her deep breaths and mewling got louder and I laid beside her sucking her delicious milk off.

"Ummm...meetha meetha dudh tera."

(Umm.. what a sweet milk you have)

I moaned at its taste and moulded her bosoms. My fingers pumping her harder.

"Anhh umm Yuvraj ji dheere mai jhadne wali hu."

(Annhh umm Yuvraj ji slow down, I'm gonna cum)

I pumped harsher as she clucthed my hair, nearly ripping them off.

After two or three strokes more, she released her slickness over my fingers.

"Umm...yeh hui na meri randi."

(Umm.. that's like my slut)

Humming in appreciation, I licked tte fingers clean.

Not wasting any more time, I trailed kissing on her body removing my dhoti in process.

I spit on her bundle of nerves of cunt making it even more wet. She was whimpering and moving under me.

After she gave birth, my desire for her intensified with each passing day. It never subsided; in fact, it consumed me.

I was utterly obsessed with her, my thoughts dominated by her presence.

Teasing her clit with my hard rock cock, I played with her.

"Yuvraj ji daaliye na andar mere"

(Yuvraj ji put it inside)

She begged while whimpering in need.

"Kya chahiye bol pehele?"

(Tell me what you want?"

I asked.

"Aapka lund daaliye na mere ched mein."

(Put your cock inside my hole)

She pleaded.

"Air fir kya karu andar daale ke....hmm?"

(Then what next...hmmm?)

I tested her patience more biting around her mound, leaving bite marks.

"Fir- fir jor se se chodiye apni randi ki chut ko. Bhar dijiye meri chut ko apne ras se."

(Then fuck me hard. Fill me up with your cum)

She said pushing my mouth more into her round heavy tits. I bite them hard amd pushed inside her in one go.

We both moaned at the feeling. Gripping her chubby waist, I thrusted inside her.

Her every move, every glance, every touch drove me wild with longing. I craved her constantly, a relentless need that only she could satisfy. I was madly, deeply, and irrevocably crazy for her.

"Anhhh tera deewanapan hai mujh pe. Uff! Kabhi jee nahi bharta mere."

(Anhh I'm crazy for you. Uff! I can't get enough of you)

Thrust. Thrust

Her nails dig hard as her pussy clenched around me.

"Ahh chut se jakad mere lund aur jor se. Han aur tight se kar "

(Ahhh grip my cock harder around your walls)

She tightened herbpussy around me. Her messy hair, nuptial chain between her moving bosoms were driving me crazy.

I felt my abdomen clench too.

Her legs were shaking.

"Anhh saath mei jhadte hai "

(Anhh let's cum together)

She nodded greedily.

I thrusted harder inside her slapping her jiggling tits harshly, leaving finger marks.

She moaned and grinded against me.

I kissed her feeling the pressure building inside of me.

"Bhot pyaar karta hu tujhse Heer."

(I love you so much, Heer)

I said with all honesty.

She smiled through her messed up face amd nodded.

"Mai bhi, Yuvraj ji"

(Me too, Yuvraj ji)

Enveloped in fierce, biting each other's tongues, we emptied our desires on each other.

I lay beside her, holding her close to my chest, and kissed her cheeks tenderly, savoring the intimacy we had just shared.

As the peak of our passion subsided, we basked in each other’s warmth, content in our love.

"Heer," I called softly, my voice laden with emotions.

The sun began its slow descent, casting longer shadows over me and Heer's face and a cooler breeze, but the warmth in our hearts remained.

She looked up at me, her eyes reflecting the depth of our bond. I took a deep breath, my heart swelling with the words I needed to say.

"I don’t know if I’ve ever truly expressed how much you mean to me,"

I began, my voice trembling.

"From the moment I first saw you, my world changed. Every day, my love for you grows stronger, deeper. Watching you with our children, seeing the love and care you pour into our family, it overwhelms me.

You’ve given me more than I ever dreamed possible."

Tears welled in my eyes, and I saw her own eyes glisten with emotion.

"Heer, I am nothing without you. You are my forever."

Her tears fell freely now, and she reached up to touch my face, her fingers tender and trembling.

"I love you, Yuvraj," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "You are my world."

We embraced each other tightly, our hearts beating as one.

In that moment, we knew we had found a love that would last a lifetime. We lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, feeling the profound connection that bound us together.

As we held each other close, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, we would face them together, united by a love that was unbreakable.

Our journey was one filled with the warmth of our love and the mischief of our four beautiful children.

And so, with hearts full of love and eyes brimming with tears of joy, we held each other, ready to live the rest of our lives in the warmth of our love, surrounded by the laughter and joy of our little ones.

And as the day drew to a close, I knew that the memories we created today would be cherished forever.

Together, we had found our happily ever after.

➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖

Author's note: With heavy heart and tear in my eyes, I bid a happy goodbye to my favourite Yuvraj and Saanvi.

I never thought, as a writer, it would be this emotional for me to end this book.

P.s. I never cried for fictional books, but this one broke me into tears.