46 | Three Babies & One CEO
"The world knew him as the Chairman of Vardhan Group. His children knew him as Papa. And Avantika knew him as the man who never stopped taking care of her."
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Three days.
Just three days.
Yet somehow, for Avyukt Vardhan, Chairman of the Vardhan Group, those three days felt more demanding than handling an international merger.
Because this time, he wasn't managing a company.
He was managing his family.
A very sleepy wife.
A newborn baby girl.
A newborn baby boy.
And what he lovingly called...
"his biggest baby" - Avantika.
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Every morning, Avyukt woke up before everyone else.
Before the staff.
Before the sun.
Before the babies had a chance to start their daily mission of creating chaos.
The moment one of the twins stirred in their crib, he was already there.
"Good morning, princess."
His daughter would immediately grab his finger.
A few seconds later, his son would start crying because his sister was getting attention first.
"Okay, okay. You too."
By six in the morning, both babies would already be in his arms.
One on each side.
And somehow, he carried them around like he'd been doing it his entire life.
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Then came bath time.
The twins had completely different personalities.
His daughter enjoyed warm water and stayed calm.
His son treated every bath like a personal betrayal.
The entire villa could hear him protesting.
"Papa is helping you."
Loud crying.
"This is for hygiene."
More crying.
"You're being dramatic."
The baby somehow cried louder.
From the bed, Avantika would start laughing.
"He's exactly like you."
Avyukt looked offended.
"No, he's not."
"He absolutely is."
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After the babies were settled, it was time for Avantika.
The most difficult patient in the house.
He would already have her clothes ready.
Her medicines arranged.
Fresh towels prepared.
Water adjusted to the perfect temperature.
When Avantika tried getting up herself, he immediately appeared.
"Sit."
"Avyukt, I can walk."
"You almost tripped yesterday."
"That happened once."
"It happened."
Before she could argue further, he carefully helped her into the bathroom.
Once she sat comfortably, he placed everything within reach.
Towel.
Shampoo.
Body wash.
Hairbrush.
Water bottle.
Everything.
"Need anything else?"
"No."
"You sure?"
"Yes."
"You'll call me if-"
"Avyukt."
"Fine."
He'd leave.
Then return thirty seconds later.
"Still okay?"
Avantika would stare at him.
"You know I'm not made of glass, right?"
"No. But you're recovering."
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Afterward, he'd patiently dry her hair.
One hand holding the hairdryer.
The other carefully brushing through her hair.
Sometimes Avantika would start dozing off while sitting there.
Her head slowly falling forward.
And Avyukt would immediately steady her.
"Bachha, stay awake."
"Five more minutes..."
"You said that ten minutes ago."
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While Avantika ate, Avyukt became impossible.
"One more bite."
"I'm full."
"No, you're not."
"I am."
"Doctor's orders."
"You're not a doctor."
"I'm your husband."
"That's worse."
Yet somehow she always finished the food.
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Meanwhile, the twins had their own schedule.
Oil massage.
Feeding.
Burping.
Diaper changes.
Sleeping.
And then repeating the entire process again.
At one point, even the staff became impressed.
The Chairman of a billion-dollar company was changing diapers with the seriousness of a board meeting.
One afternoon, a board member accidentally joined a video call early.
Only to find Avyukt gently rocking a baby cradle.
Laptop open.
Files spread across the table.
Baby girl sleeping beside him.
Baby boy in his lap.
"Sir... should we reschedule?"
Avyukt didn't even look up.
"No."
The meeting continued.
Every few minutes, he absentmindedly moved the cradle with his foot.
As if it was the most normal thing in the world.
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Nap time was his favorite.
First, he'd put his daughter to sleep.
Then his son.
And finally...
Avantika.
After both babies were asleep, Avantika would inevitably appear.
Tired.
Sleepy.
Still recovering.
Without a word, she'd climb onto his lap.
Avyukt would shift his laptop slightly.
"Comfortable?"
"Hmm."
Within minutes, she'd be asleep too.
Leaving Avyukt trapped under three sleeping humans.
One wife.
Two babies.
And absolutely no freedom.
Yet somehow...
He never complained.
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The entire villa noticed the change.
Years ago, Avyukt had been impatient.
Protective.
Possessive.
Easily irritated when it came to Avantika.
Now?
He had become calmer.
Softer.
More patient.
A husband.
A father.
A safe place.
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On the other side...
Krish and Siya were having their own journey.
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If Avyukt was surviving newborn chaos...
Krish was surviving medical entrance preparation.
Which, according to him, was equally dangerous.
Every morning, he'd make sure Siya woke up on time.
Every afternoon, he'd check whether she had eaten.
Every evening, he'd test her.
And every night, he'd become an unpaid teacher.
"Siya."
"Hmm?"
"Focus."
"I am focusing."
"You've read the same line four times."
Siya glared at him.
Krish pointed at the textbook.
"Continue."
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Whenever she became frustrated, Krish sat beside her.
Whenever she doubted herself, he reminded her how capable she was.
Whenever she wanted to give up, he refused to let her.
"You'll become a doctor."
"How do you know?"
"Because I've already decided."
"You don't get to decide that."
"I know."
A pause.
"But you'll still become one."
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Sometimes they'd argue.
A lot.
Especially during study sessions.
"I don't need help."
"You clearly do."
"I solved the question."
"Wrong."
"It wasn't wrong."
"It was creatively incorrect."
"Krish!"
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Yet every single day, he drove her to coaching.
Waited outside when needed.
Picked her up afterward.
Made sure she ate.
Made sure she slept.
Made sure she studied.
And somehow managed to fit his own work around it.
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Meanwhile...
Ruhi had accidentally fallen in love.
And absolutely nobody was surprised.
Because apparently chaos attracted chaos.
She spent entire days smiling at random messages.
Checking her phone.
Then pretending she wasn't checking her phone.
Which fooled absolutely nobody.
"Who is he?"
"No one."
"Ruhi."
"No one."
Five minutes later she was smiling at her phone again.
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Their parents had become travelers.
Constantly disappearing somewhere.
Returning with shopping bags.
Leaving again.
Living the peaceful life they'd spent years working for.
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And somehow...
The villa felt complete.
There were arguments.
There was chaos.
There were sleepless nights.
There were crying babies.
Missed meals.
Endless responsibilities.
And people constantly annoying each other.
But there was also laughter.
Love.
Support.
Family.
The kind of happiness that wasn't perfect because life was easy.
It was perfect because no one had to face life alone anymore.
And in the end...
That was more than enough.