Epilogue 1
It has been three months since I gave birth to the twins.
Three months of sleepless nights, endless crying, and diapers appearing everywhere like some evil magic.
But despite all that… they are the cutest, noisiest little creatures in the world.
Right now both of them are lying on the large bed, kicking their tiny legs while making strange baby noises that somehow sound like a serious conversation.
One of them suddenly squeals loudly.
The other answers with an even louder sound.
I stare at them for a moment before sighing softly.
“Are you two arguing already?” I mutter.
From the other side of the room, Lorenzo immediately appears like he has been summoned.
“What happened?” he asks quickly.
I blink at him.
“Nothing happened.”
He walks to the bed anyway, checking both babies carefully like they just survived a battlefield.
“They’re loud,” he says seriously.
“They’re babies,” I reply.
He narrows his eyes slightly as if thinking about something suspicious.
“They are planning something.”
I stare at him.
“You think three-month-old babies are plotting against you?”
“Yes.”
I sigh dramatically.
Living with a paranoid mafia boss is exhausting.
One of the twins suddenly grabs Lorenzo’s finger.
Lorenzo freezes instantly.
Completely.
The baby looks extremely proud of himself.
“You see?” Lorenzo mutters. “Captured again.”
A small laugh escapes me.
For the past three months Lorenzo has been acting like the babies are made of glass. He feeds them, burps them, and carries them around the mansion like they are the most precious treasures in the world.
But when it comes to me…
He acts like I am made of glass too.
And honestly, I’m getting tired of it.
Because for the past three months my husband has been avoiding any physical contact with me.
Completely.
Too afraid something might happen to me after the surgery.
Which is ridiculous.
And today…
I have decided to fix that problem.
Later that evening, the twins are finally asleep in their crib.
Leo is lying on the floor nearby like a very serious bodyguard.
And Lorenzo is sitting in the armchair reading something on his tablet. Probably another ridiculous article titled “How to be the perfect father.”
I walk out of the bathroom quietly.
I’m wearing a red saree.
A beautiful one.
The fabric wraps softly around my body while the pallu rests over my shoulder, leaving my waist visible.
Lorenzo doesn’t notice at first.
He keeps reading.
“Lorenzo.”
He hums absentmindedly.
“Hmm?”
I lean against the doorframe.
“Look at me.”
He finally lifts his head.
And freezes.
His eyes slowly travel from my face… to the red saree… and then to my waist.
His jaw tightens instantly.
“Ruhi.”
His voice sounds dangerous now.
“Yes?”
“You should not be wearing that.”
I raise an eyebrow.
“And why not?”
His eyes darken slightly.
“You just had surgery.”
“That was three months ago.”
Silence fills the room.
He slowly stands up.
Very slowly.
“Go change,” he says quietly.
Instead, I take a step closer.
“No.”
Another step.
Now he is watching me very carefully, like I’m some dangerous creature approaching him.
I stop right in front of him.
Close enough to see the tension in his shoulders.
“You’ve been avoiding me,” I whisper.
“I have not.”
“You haven’t touched me in three months.”
His jaw clenches.
“I’m being careful.”
I tilt my head slightly.
“Or scared?”
That clearly hits his pride.
His eyes flash.
Before I can say another word, his hand suddenly grabs my waist and pulls me closer.
Carefully.
But firmly.
His voice drops low near my ear.
“You are playing a dangerous game, Ruhi.”
A small smile spreads across my face.
“Good.”
For a moment he just looks at me.
Then his forehead rests gently against mine, his hand still holding my waist.
But very gently.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” he murmurs.
I nod softly.
“Completely.”
He studies my face for a moment.
Then finally… after three long months…
He presses a soft kiss against my lips.
Slow.
Careful.
Like he’s still afraid I might break.
And honestly…
I’ve never loved this stubborn, overprotective man more.
Morning sunlight slowly fills the bedroom, warm and soft against the large bed. The curtains move slightly with the breeze, letting thin golden rays fall across the room.
I wake up slowly, feeling unusually comfortable.
For a moment I stay still, enjoying the warmth around me before realizing why.
Lorenzo’s arm is wrapped tightly around my waist, pulling me against his chest. One of my legs is tangled with his, and the red saree from last night is half wrapped around both of us like silent evidence of my successful plan.
His face is buried in my hair, his breathing slow and steady.
For once… the great Lorenzo De Romano is sleeping peacefully.
A small smile spreads across my face.
Three months of distance, and now he’s holding me like he never plans to let go again.
Carefully, I tilt my head slightly to look at him. His dark hair is messy, his expression relaxed in sleep, and his hand still rests possessively on my waist.
I gently poke his arm.
He groans softly.
“Ruhi,” he mutters sleepily, his voice rough from sleep. “Go back to sleep.”
I laugh quietly, about to reply—
But suddenly a loud cry fills the room.
Then another one follows immediately.
Both babies start crying at the same time.
Lorenzo’s eyes snap open instantly.
For a second he looks confused, clearly still half asleep. Then he groans dramatically and drops his head back against the pillow.
“They’re doing it again.”
I slowly sit up, trying not to move too suddenly.
“It’s called waking up,” I say.
He runs a tired hand over his face before sitting up beside me. Across the room, the twins are lying in their crib, kicking their tiny legs angrily while crying loudly.
Lorenzo sighs deeply.
“Five hours,” he mutters.
“What?”
“They slept five hours. That’s suspicious.”
I stare at him.
“You think babies sleeping is suspicious?”
“Yes.”
Despite his complaints, he immediately gets up and walks toward the crib.
The moment he appears beside them, one of the babies quiets slightly.
Lorenzo carefully picks him up, holding him against his chest. The baby instantly stops crying.
I narrow my eyes at the peaceful baby in his arms.
“Traitor.”
Lorenzo smirks slightly.
“He has good taste.”
I slowly get out of bed and walk over to the crib. The other baby is still fussing, waving his tiny arms like he’s trying to fight someone.
I gently pick him up and rock him softly.
He calms almost immediately, resting his tiny head against my shoulder.
Lorenzo glances at the baby in my arms.
“You spoiled him.”
“They’re three months old.”
“Still spoiled.”
I shake my head with a quiet laugh.
“By the way,” I say softly, looking down at the baby in my arms, “we still haven’t properly announced their names.”
Lorenzo looks at the twins for a moment. Something warm slowly appears in his expression.
He gently brushes a finger across the cheek of the baby in his arms.
“This one,” he says quietly, “is Lucas.”
The baby blinks at him slowly, as if approving the name.
I smile before looking down at the little boy resting peacefully against my chest.
“And this one,” I whisper softly, pressing a small kiss to his tiny forehead, “is Laksh.”
Lorenzo looks between the two babies.
Lucas.
Laksh.
The twins wiggle slightly in our arms, completely unaware of the importance of the moment.
Just then Leo walks into the room, his tail wagging happily as he approaches us. He stops near the babies, watching them carefully like a very serious bodyguard.
Lorenzo glances down at the dog.
“Good,” he mutters.
“More security.”
I laugh softly.
The morning sun continues shining through the window as we stand there quietly.
Lucas in Lorenzo’s arms.
Laksh in mine.
Leo sitting beside us like their loyal protector.
Lorenzo suddenly pulls me a little closer with his free arm, careful not to disturb the babies.
His voice is soft when he speaks.
“Our family.”
And somehow… in that quiet moment, the world feels perfectly complete.
"By the way, Alexander is coming today with his secretary to meet the babies and us " he announced.
"His secretary? " I asked in confusion, why his secratary?
"Yeah, he said his secretary wants to meet them. She's from India too. But lived in Italy when she was 2 years old" he explained.
I raised a eyebrow "you know too much"
"Jealous?"
"Never "
Then he placed a soft kissed on my cheeks .
The kiss on my cheek makes me smile despite myself.
Lorenzo gently places Lucas back in the crib beside Laksh, making sure both of them are comfortable. Leo immediately moves closer to the crib again, sitting proudly like the official guard of the twins.
“You’re ridiculous,” I tell Lorenzo as he adjusts the blanket for the third time.
“They need proper security,” he replies seriously.
“They’re three months old.”
“Exactly.”
Before I can argue further, we hear the sound of a car entering the mansion gates.
Lorenzo glances toward the large window.
“They’re here.”
A few minutes later, voices echo through the hallway downstairs.
I pick up Laksh while Lorenzo carries Lucas, and we slowly walk toward the living room.
The moment we enter, I see Alexander standing near the large window like he owns the place.
Which, knowing him, he probably thinks he does.
He turns the moment he hears us.
His face immediately lights up when he sees the babies.
“Well well,” he says with a grin. “Look at you two. You actually managed to keep tiny humans alive for three months.”
“Shut up,” Lorenzo mutters.
But Alexander’s attention quickly shifts to the woman standing beside him.
And for a moment… even I pause.
Because she is stunning.
Tall, confident, with long dark hair falling perfectly over her shoulders. Her sharp features and bold eyes give her an intimidating beauty.
She’s wearing a simple black outfit, but somehow she still looks like she walked straight out of a fashion magazine.
But what stands out the most…
Is the expression on her face.
Completely unimpressed.
“This,” Alexander says dramatically, gesturing toward her, “is Nisha. My secretary.”
Nisha rolls her eyes slightly.
“Unfortunately.”
Alexander grins.
“She’s from India too,” he adds, looking at me. “But she moved here when she was two.”
Nisha steps forward politely.
“Hello,” she says, her voice calm but confident.
I smile warmly.
“Hi. I’m Ruhi.”
Her eyes immediately soften when she looks at the babies in our arms.
“Oh my God,” she breathes softly. “They’re adorable.”
She walks closer to look at them.
Lucas immediately starts waving his tiny arms like he’s greeting her.
Nisha laughs softly.
“He’s already charming people.”
“Like his father,” Alexander comments casually.
Lorenzo gives him a dangerous look.
Alexander ignores it completely and looks back at Nisha.
“You know,” he says smoothly, “if we had babies they would probably look like that too.”
Nisha slowly turns her head to stare at him.
Her expression is flat.
“If we had babies,” she repeats calmly, “it would be a medical miracle. Considering I would have to kill you first.”
I choke on a laugh.
Alexander just grins wider.
“See?” he says proudly. “Savage.”
Nisha sighs and rubs her forehead.
“I seriously question my career choices every day.”
Meanwhile, Leo suddenly walks toward Nisha and sniffs her curiously.
She looks down at him.
“Hello there.”
Leo immediately approves of her and sits beside her like she’s part of the family now.
“Great,” Lorenzo mutters. “The dog likes her too.”
Alexander folds his arms and watches Nisha looking at the twins with a soft smile.
His usual teasing expression fades slightly.
“You’d make a good mother,” he says suddenly.
Nisha slowly turns toward him again.
Her eyes narrow.
“Alexander.”
“Yes?”
“If you flirt one more time today…”
He raises an eyebrow.
“Yes?”
“I will resign.”
He immediately straightens.
“I apologize.”
The room goes silent for a second.
Then I burst into laughter.
Even Lorenzo hides a small smile.
Meanwhile Lucas suddenly starts making loud baby noises again.
Alexander looks at him thoughtfully.
“You know,” he says, “he definitely has Lorenzo’s attitude.”
Laksh kicks his tiny legs dramatically in my arms.
Nisha smiles at them again.
And somehow… the mansion suddenly feels even more lively than before.