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The haveli woke up to its familiar early morning storm, the sky still pale blue with the first hints of sunrise.
The women were already in full motion-Shushila, Amisha, Karishma, and Minakshi Ma-moving through the corridors and rooms like a determined army, getting seven children ready for school while preparing themselves for the day.
Amisha was in the children's wing, combing Abhira's (4) wild hair while the little girl twisted and whined.
"Ponytail nahi, Mummy! Braid bandona!"
Amisha sighed, holding the comb firmly.
"Abhira, beta, braid mein time lagega. School nahi rukega tere liye."
Aryan (7) sat on the floor nearby, tying his shoelaces with dramatic slowness, complaining loudly.
"Mummy, yeh joota chhota ho gaya hai! Pair dukh rahe hain!"
Aviraj (10) stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his tie with serious focus, but refusing the blazer.
"Mummy, it's too hot! Main nahi pehnunga!"
"Tere baap ka school hai kya?!"
"Vese to paapa kahi hai..."he spoke with grin macking amisha slap on his hand lightly.
"To kya dadagiri karega chup chap pehn lo blager."
Shushila was chasing Yug (10) down the hallway with one sock in her hand.
"Yug! Ruko! Black shoes pehen lo!"
Yug giggled, dodging her.
"Mummy, black boring ho gye hai!"
Karishma braided Nandini's (6) hair while Krish (9) tugged her dupatta, demanding.
"Mummy, lunch mein pizza do na!"
Minakshi Ma was in the kitchen corner, quickly packing lunch boxes and shouting reminders.
"Sab log jaldi karo!late ho jaega!"
The bedrooms of the men were peaceful in contrast-Abhiraj, Shatish, Mihir, and Rajveer Papa slept like bails, deep in sleep, completely oblivious to the war zone outside their doors.
By 7:30 a.m., the chaos finally ended.
Children were herded into cars with drivers and bodyguards-Aviraj, Aryan, Abhira, Yug, Nandini, Krish, Shree, and Khushi (5) all loaded up with bags and water bottles.
Amisha and Karishma left in their own car, sarees neatly draped, bags in hand, heading to school for their teaching jobs.
The haveli fell silent once more, the men still sleeping peacefully in their rooms.
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t noon the haveli was finally calm after the morning storm.
Amisha and Karishma returned from school together, both exhausted from teaching all morning.
They landed on the living room sofa like sacks of potatoes-bags dropped with a thud, shoes kicked off carelessly.
Amisha leaned her head back against the cushion, eyes closed, murmuring tiredly.
"Me toh tut gayi..."
Karishma laughed weakly beside her, rubbing her neck.
"Me toh haar gayi..."
The children would come home in half an hour.
Amisha dragged herself up with a groan.
"Main change karke let jaati hoon... thodi der rest karungi."
She walked upstairs to their bedroom.
Opened the door quietly.
Abhiraj wasn't there yet-probably still in some village meeting or work.
She changed quickly-into a simple salwar kameez (soft cream color, comfortable), left the dupatta on the side chair, hair still messy from the day.
Landed on the bed with a tired sigh.
She wasn't sleeping, just resting-eyes hazy, mouth slightly open, breathing slow, body heavy.
Around 15 minutes later, the mattress dipped on her side.
She didn't need to open her eyes to know who it was.
That natural smell-his smell-always the same, warm, masculine, addictive.
Abhiraj.
He lay beside her, close.
She felt his fingers slide into her hair, twisting a strand gently.
His voice low, teasing.
"Thak gayi?"
She moved her head in a small yes, eyes still closed.
He was in a grey suit (tailored, sharp), top buttons open, watch shining on his veiny wrist.
He was 38 now, but Amisha thought-without even looking-he somehow wasn't aging.
He was getting more handsome.
More... hot.
More tempting.
More... eatable.
While thinking this, she unconsciously licked her lips-slow, unaware of what she was doing.
Abhiraj was saying something, but her focus drifted to his Adam's apple-moving up and down as he spoke.
She somehow controlled her overflowing hormones and looked into his hazel eyes.
They hadn't been properly intimate in a long time-after the children, time just slipped away.
He was still talking about revenge.
She shook her head slightly.
"Haan... kya bola aapne?"
He looked at her, unimpressed.
"Main kab se bol raha hoon... suna nahi?"
A guilty smile appeared on her face.
She murmured softly.
"Ab main aapko taad rahi thi... woh toh bata nahi sakti na..."
He leaned closer.
"Kya?"
She repeated, voice barely audible.
He caught her hand, kissed the back of it slowly.
"Tumhe yaad hai tumne mujhe bed pe se neeche fek diya tha kal?"
Amisha's eyebrows furrowed, but then she remembered.
"H... haan toh?"
He smiled-naughty, dangerous.
"Toh mera revenge..."
He started moving slowly over her, pinning her gently beneath him.
Before Abhiraj could completely come on her, screams shattered the moment.
"MUMMY!"
"MUMMY!"
"PAPPA!"
The door burst open.
Aviraj, Aryan, and Abhira rushed in so fast they didn't even give Amisha time to push him.
Before Abhiraj could move or react, Aryan shoved him hard on the side.
Abhiraj landed on the bed with a surprised jump, half-bouncing.
The three children attached to Amisha like magnets.
Aviraj wrapped his arms around her neck, cheek pressed to hers.
Aryan hugged her waist tightly, head on her chest.
Abhira climbed onto her legs, hugging her thighs.
They started talking at once about school, voices overlapping.
Aviraj: "Mummy! Aaj teacher ne mujhe star diya!"
Aryan: "Mujhe bhi! Main best tha drawing mein!"
Abhira: "Mummy... mujhe chocolate chahiye raat ko!"
Abhiraj sat on the side of the bed, thrown aside.
His face now clearly showed sadness.
He looked like the rock that comes in rice while eating-people just throw it away.
Forgotten by Amisha so badly.
He sat there, face slightly puffed, arms crossed, looking left out.he was looking like leftout baby.
Then he felt a gaze on him.
It was Aviraj and Aryan-smirking while hugging Amisha, eyes locked on him.
Like: See? We can, but you can't.
They started complaining about last night.
Aviraj (innocent voice): "Mummy... kal raat Papa ne humko bahar nikaal diya Hum ap ke saath so rahe the!"
Aryan (fake sad face): "Haan Mummy... unhone humko utha ke phenk diya! Hum ro rahe the!"
Even sleeping Abhira was dragged into it-Aryan pointed at her.
"Aur Abhira bhi ro rahi thi...bohot lekin papa ne mu pe darwaza band kar diya!"
Abhiraj's eyes widened.
The way they were complaining-full dramatic betrayal, fake tears, innocent faces-made his mouth open in shock.
He slowly turned to Amisha.
Her face was turning into anger, listening to her "innocent" children (who were not innocent at all).
Abhiraj murmured under her breath.
"Upper wale ne kaise bachhe diye hain...
isse achha toh machhar daani de deta.
Koi kaam toh aati.
Mere bachhe kam, mere dushman zyada lad rahe hain.
Lag kya rahe hain ,hai hi."
Aryan was facing her, crying dramatically to get more sympathy, but he turned his head slightly and gave Abhiraj a hidden smile.
Then, innocently, they started getting up.
Aviraj: "Chalo ab toh kuch nahi kar sakte...
Mummy, hum jaake padhte hain."
A
ryan: "Haan... padhai karte hain."
Abhira waved bye-bye.
They rose slowly-three little soldiers who had just won.
Abhiraj watched them with open mouth.
They gave him one last smile-like now see.
They left, closing the door behind them, leaving him on fire.
The confidence on their faces was all proof-they were his children.
The door clicked shut behind the three children, their smug giggles fading down the corridor.
The room fell silent.
Abhiraj slowly leaned back against the headboard, his body tensing as he felt the shift in the air.
Amisha rose from the bed-slowly, deliberately.
Her eyes narrowed.
Red horns might as well have sprouted from her head.
Abhiraj's playful expression vanished.
He sat up straighter, suddenly looking very small under her gaze.
Amisha crossed her arms, voice low and dangerous at first, then rising.
"Abhiraj... tumne kya kiya hai?"
He opened his mouth.
She didn't let him speak.
"Tumne bachchon ko raat mein bahar kaise phenka?
Unko bed se utha ke nikaal diya?
Woh ro rahe the na?
Abhira bhi ro rahi thi!
Tumhe sharam nahi aayi?"
Abhiraj's head slowly lowered.
He stared at the bedsheet, shoulders slumping.
Amisha stepped closer, voice sharp.
"Woh bacche hain, Abhiraj!
Unko Mummy ke saath sone do na!ya tum bhi so jao sath me.
Tumhe kya problem hai?
Har baar tum unko side kar dete ho jaise woh tumhare raste mein aa rahe hain!"
He didn't look up.
Just listened.
Head down.
Hands resting on his knees.
Amisha continued, anger pouring out.
"Tumhe lagta hai main unko tumse zyada pyar karti hoon?
Toh yeh kya tareeka hai unko saza dena?
Tum unke Papa ho... unko pyar se samjhao na!
Yeh kya drama chal raha hai raat raat bhar?"
Abhiraj stayed quiet.
His head remained bowed
.
Amisha's voice softened just a fraction, but the anger was still there.
"Tumhe pata hai woh kitne masoom hain?
Aur tumne unko bahar nikaal diya... jaise woh koi problem hain."
She stopped.
Waited.
Abhiraj still didn't raise his head.
Just sat there.
Listening.
Taking every word.
Amisha stopped speaking. The room became so quiet that only the faint sound of the ceiling fan could be heard.
Abhiraj slowly lifted his head and looked at her.
She stood there in her simple salwar kameez, hair messy from the long day, no makeup, no effort-just natural, soft, real.
And in that moment, she looked so beautiful it hit him like a punch to the chest. The kind of beauty that made his throat tighten, made him feel small and lucky and terrified all at once.
He swallowed hard.
Then he turned his face away again, voice dropping so low it was almost a whisper.
"Amisha... tumne mujhe bhool diya hai na?"
She blinked.
He continued, words coming out raw, heavy with real hurt, not drama this time.
"Pehle toh tum mujhe dekhti thi jaise main tumhari duniya ka sabse important cheez hu.
Ab... ab toh bachche aate hi main side mein.
Jaise main ab sirf unka Papa hoon... tumhara kuch nahi."
He paused, eyes fixed on the bedsheet, voice cracking just a little.
"Shayad tumhara pyaar khatam ho gaya hai mere liye.
Ya shayad kabhi tha hi nahi...
kyunki pyaar toh itni aasani se fade nahi hoti, na?"
He laughed once-short, bitter.
"Main buddha ho raha hoon, Amisha.
Tum abhi bhi jawaan ho, sundar ho, full of life.
Mujhme ab interest hi nahi raha tumhe...
desire nahi raha.
Kabhi-kabhi tum mujhe dekhti bhi nahi... jaise main ab sirf background mein hoon."
His shoulders slumped.
"Main toh bas... leftover ban gaya hoon."
He looked up at her finally-eyes glassy, voice barely there.
"Batao... last time tumne mujhe apne aap kiss kab kiya tha?
Bolo... yaad karo."
Amisha froze.
She tried to remember.
Her mind went blank.
Guilt flooded her face.
Abhiraj saw it.
His jaw clenched.
"Mehi paglogi ki tarah hu..."
Then he stood up slowly, back straight, but his eyes were still sad.
"Chhod do."
He walked to the door.
Hand on the handle.
Amisha's heart twisted.
She opened her mouth, but no words came.
He left without looking back.
The door closed softly.
Amisha stood there alone.
"Mujrim toh woh hai na?
Main thodi na thi..."
But then the thought hit her hard.
Did I really forget him?
Did my desire really get lost on him?
She remembered how just minutes ago her heart had raced, how her body had heated up when he came close.
She was still crazy for him.
Still wanted him.
Still felt that pull.
But he thought she didn't.
And that hurt her more than anything.
She sat on the bed, staring at the closed door.
Abhi toh main taad rahi thi inko...
Amisha sat alone on the bed after Abhiraj left, the room suddenly feeling too big, too empty.
She stared at the closed door.
"Nahi... main nahi bhooli hu.
Aise kaise bhool jaungi?"
Her mind raced.
Vo toh abhi bhi kitne handsome hain...
aaj kal ke ladkon se zyada handsome.
Mujhse bhi zyada full of life.
Kal hi maine dekha tha exercise karte waqt... handstand karte hue.
Aur main push-ups bhi nahi kar paati hu.
The thought made her cheeks warm.
She quickly grabbed her dupatta from the side table, wrapped it around her shoulders, and ran out of the room.
But he wasn't in the corridor.
She hurried down the stairs, heart pounding.
Then she heard it-his angry voice coming from the back of the haveli, from the garden area.
She followed.
There was a meeting going on in the open garden pavilion.
Everyone had gone silent.
The air was heavy.
Abhiraj sat in the center chair like a wolf ready to tear apart anyone who made a sound.
Black shirt, sleeves rolled, one leg crossed over the other, one hand hanging casually on the back of the chair.
In his other hand, he was playing with his shining gun-rolling it slowly between his fingers, the metal glinting in the afternoon light.
His eyes were burning-whole green fire, sharp, dangerous.
No one dared breathe loudly.
Amisha stopped at the edge of the pavilion.
Everyone noticed her.
Heads turned.
They looked at her like why is Thakurain here?
But Abhiraj didn't look up.
He kept rolling the gun, expression hard.
The men started to stand respectfully.
Amisha gave a small smile and a quick gesture with her hand-sit.
They sat back down.
She walked forward.
Abhiraj finally glanced at her.
He shifted slightly on the couch, making space beside him.
She sat.
The meeting continued-but the tension was thicker now.
No one spoke out of turn.
It ended in about 20 minutes.
Abhiraj stood up immediately, gun back in its place, walking away toward the corridor.
Amisha stood too, following.
"Arre ruko... suno toh!"
He didn't stop.
At the corner of the corridor, he finally paused.
But didn't turn.
"Jaldi bolo... mujhe bohot kaam hai. Dusri meeting hai."
His voice was cold, clipped.
Amisha reached him.
Before he could take another step, she pushed him against the wall.
His back hit the stone.
Eyes wide.
She was right there-eyes to eyes.
Hands fisting his collar.
She spoke fast, voice trembling with emotion.
"Kitne handsome ho tum...me bta nhi sakti.
aaj kal ke ladkon se zyada.
Mujhse bhi zyada full of life ho.
Main ek second ke liye bhi nahi bhooli hu tumhe."
He stared.
She continued.
"Agar bhool bhi gayi hoti toh woh meri galti thi...
main dobara nahi karungi.
Mujhe tumhare liye wahi desire hai jo pehle tha.
Bas time nahi mila express karne ka.jitna pehle karti thi usse jyada pyaar karti hu samje."
He blinked.
"Sachhi?"
She nodded, eyes shining.
"Haan sachhi muchhi."
He looked down.
She was almost his height now.
Because she was standing on stood.
He opened his mouth to say something.
But she didn't let him
She kissed his cheek-soft, hot, lingering.
The kiss was full of heat, apology, want.
It lasted longer than any cheek kiss should.
His eyes closed.
He melted.
She slowly came down from her toes.
Stepped back.
Turned and walked away.
Abhiraj stayed against the wall.
Hand slowly rose to his cheek.
Touched the spot softly.
He bit his lip to control the grin.
If that grin came out fully, it would reach his ears.
His secretary came running.
"Sir... chaliye, meeting..."
Abhiraj nodded, still touching his cheek.
He walked with the secretary.
Hand still on his cheek.
Entered the next meeting room.
Sat on the same couch as before-but different people.
Hand remained on his cheek.
Like a lovesick teenager.
From the second-floor balcony, the courtyard looked like a playground full of energy.
All the children were playing there-Aviraj and Aryan extra happy after their successful revenge on Papa. They were chasing each other, laughing loudly, while Abhira toddled behind nandini trying to keep up, giggling.
Then Aviraj suddenly stopped.
He looked down toward the garden pavilion where the meeting was still going on.
Papa was sitting there-no anger, no tension.
In fact, Abhiraj's eyes were alive, sparkling with something soft and happy.
One hand rested on his cheek, one finger absentmindedly making slow circles on the table in front of him.
A small, dreamy smile played on his lips.
Aviraj's face turned confused.
He grabbed Aryan's hand and dragged him closer to the railing.
"Kya hai?"
Aryan asked.
Aviraj pointed down.
"Vahan toh dekho..."
Aryan looked.
Saw Papa's happiness-the way he was touching his cheek, the soft look in his eyes.
Both brothers looked at each other.
"Kuch hua nahi kya?"
Aryan whispered.
They both turned and ran down the stairs.
Abhira saw them running and came toddling behind, curious.
They found Amisha in the kitchen, putting rice into containers for later.
All three burst in.
Aviraj: "Mummy! Aapne Papa ko laga waga dinkya gaal pe?"
Amisha's eyes went wide.
"Kya bol rahe ho? Maine nahi maara!
Main nahi marti tumhare Papa ko!"
Abhira piped up innocently.
"Jhooth mat bolo Mummy... Bua ne bataya tha!"
Aviraj continued.
"Ki aapne Abhira ke janam ke waqt Papa ko bohot jor se maari thi...
Papa do din tak haath wahan leke ghoom rahe the!"
Amisha's eyes went wild.
She murmured under her breath.
"Ye Megna bhi na..."
It was her devilry time when Abhira was born-pain so bad she had slapped Abhiraj in the delivery room for "making her pregnant" (even though it was her who wanted the child).
Her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment.
"Nahi maara maine tumhare Papa ko!"
The three children came closer, crowding her.
Aryan: "Toh fir Papa bawre toh nhi ho gaye na?
Aise baithe hai haath gaal pe rakhke!"
Aryan dramatically acted it out-sitting pose, hand on cheek, dreamy face.
Amisha smiled despite herself.
"Nahi hue Papa bawre... woh toh aise hi."
They all leaned in.
"Aise kaise?
Aise kaise? Batao na Mummy!"
Amisha raised her eyebrows, teasing.
"Ooooh... janna hai?"
She held each one of their cheeks gently.
Gave a soft kiss to Aviraj's cheek.
Then Aryan's.
Then Abhira's.
But she froze when she saw their reaction.
All three lowered their eyes.
Hand came up to their cheek.
Small, shy smile appeared.
Exactly like Abhiraj.
They looked at each other.
Aviraj murmured.
"Mummy... waise pappi deti nahi hai..."
Aryan: "Aaj dedi..."
Abhira giggled.
"Chalo Papa ko batate hain!"
They ran out of the kitchen.
Amisha stood there, shocked.
She quickly followed to the window.
From there she saw-
Four of them now sitting in a row in the garden pavilion during the meeting.
Abhiraj in the middle, hand still on his cheek, finger making slow circles on the table, dreamy smile.
Aviraj, Aryan, and Abhira on either side-swinging their legs, hands on their own cheeks, matching dreamy smiles.
The men around them were speaking hesitantly, clearly uncomfortable with the sudden change in Thakur's mood.
Then Minakshi Ma came up behind Amisha, also looking out the window.
Her mouth opened too.
"Ye kya ho raha hai?
Bawre ho gaye kya ye sab, Amisha?
Inka thoda zyada dhyan rakh tu..."
Amisha whispered.
"Mummy...pta nhi kuchh...kya hua"
Minakshi Ma shook her head.
"Ye bachche bilkul abhiraj jaise hain...
aur woh Abhiraj bilkul unka hi baap hai.1% ka difrence nhi hai.tumhare genetics kha hai."
Both women watched the scene-four matching dreamy faces in a row.
And somewhere in the garden, the meeting continued.
But no one was really listening anymore.