The grand Malhotra mansion was bathed in the soft, warm glow of the evening lights. Two years had passed since the family returned from London, and with the passage of time, the halls of the estate had transformed from a sanctuary of quiet healing into a battleground of absolute, chaotic joy. The tears of the past had long dried, replaced by the high-pitched giggles, tiny running footsteps, and the endless, dramatic sweet-talking of a certain two-year-old toddler.Aarav Malhotra—Aryan and Disha's little bundle of joy—was the absolute undisputed ruler of the house. With his mother's big, expressive, doe-like eyes and his father's stubborn, possessive jawline, he knew exactly how to wield his cuteness like a weapon.
The heavy mahogany front doors slid open, and Aryan walked into the foyer, loosening his silk tie after a long, exhausting day of corporate meetings. The moment his leather shoes clicked against the marble floor, a pair of tiny, frantic footsteps came rushing down the hallway.

"Maala papa! Dichhha ne mule maaara!"(Maara papa! Disha ne mujhe maara!)
Aarav came running at full speed, his tiny chubby legs pumping, his little curls bouncing wildly around his face. He didn't say "Mumma"—in his sheer toddler rage, he directly used his mother's name, mispronouncing it in his adorable, high-pitched gibberish. He threw his tiny arms around Aryan's legs, burying his face right into his father's expensive trousers.

Aryan's tired face instantly melted. A brilliant, adoring smile broke across his sharp features. He immediately dropped his briefcase onto the side table and knelt on the cold floor, lifting his little prince into his powerful arms, tucking him securely against his chest."Ale mera bacha... kisne mara mera bete ko?" Aryan asked in a soft, exaggerated baby voice, his dark eyes scanning his son's face with instant, protective dramatic concern.

(Oh my baby... who hit my son?)

"Dichaa ne!" Aarav squealed, pointing a tiny, chubby index finger back toward the living room. He squeezed his eyes shut, letting out a completely fake, dry sob, rubbing his face against Aryan's shoulder to conjure up imaginary tears.(Disha ne!)(Disha did!)

Just then, Disha stepped into the hallway, carrying a glass of warm water for Aryan. At early twenties, motherhood had only made her more breathtakingly beautiful. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, a few loose strands framing her glowing face, and she wore a comfortable pastel oversized nightshirt.Aryan took the glass of water from her hand, but his eyes were narrowed in a playful, demanding glare. "Lavender... kyun maara mere bete ko?"(Lavender... why did you hit my son?)

Disha crossed her arms over her chest, raising an eyebrow at the tiny traitor clinging to her husband's neck. "Maine kab maara?"(When did I hit him?)

Aarav instantly popped his head up from Aryan's shoulder, his lower lip trembling with absolute dramatic flair. "Plomis papa... mara mule afternoon!"(Promise papa... maara mujhe afternoon!)(Promise papa... she hit me in the afternoon!)
Disha let out a frustrated gasp, stepping closer to the duo. "Haan! Woh toh afternoon ko thoda bum pe maara, woh bhi lightly! Toh ab kyun ro raha hai? Aur... first naam se kyun bol raha hai mujhe? Ek aur baar maaru?"(Yes! I just tapped him a little on his bum in the afternoon, and that too very lightly! So why are you crying now? And... why are you calling me by my first name? Should I hit you one more time?)

Aryan tightened his grip around Aarav, shielding him from Disha's pointing finger. He loved taking his son's side just to rile up his beautiful wife.
"Lavender, why? Kyun maara use? Itna chota bachha hai..." Aryan scolded playfully, his voice dropping into a deep, mock-serious tone.
(Lavender, why? Why did you hit him? He is such a small child...)

"Aapke is chote bachhe ne kya kiya hai, pata hai aapko?" Disha snapped, her hands dropping to her waist. "Mera saara expensive makeup aur mere kuch important project papers... sab kuch water mein mila diya aapke is shehzade ne!"(Do you know what this small child of yours has done? All of my expensive makeup and some of my important project papers... your little prince mixed everything into the water!)

Aryan blinked, a sudden cough escaping his throat as he tried to hide his amusement. He looked down at Aarav, who gave him a wide, innocent, toothy grin."What? For that you hit him...?" Aryan raised his voice slightly, completely taking the chance to stretch the drama. He leaned in closer to Disha, his eyes gleaming with a challenging spark.

 "Tumhe maara hai? reyansh aur aunty ne tumpe haat uthaya kabhi bhi? Phir mere bete ko kyun maara? khud toh rani ki tarah pala aur mere bete ko mara tumne"(What? For that you hit him...? Have you ever been hit by your mom or brother? you was raised like ueen then why hitting my son? Then why did you hit my son?)

Aarav felt the immense power of his father's backing. He looked at Disha's shocked, gaping mouth, and decided to deliver the ultimate blow. He tapped Aryan's cheek to get his full attention."Papa... hum dichha ko mamu ke ghar cholh denge... hum dusli mama leke ayene."(Papa... hum Disha ko mamu ke ghar chodh denge... hum dusri mama leke aayenge.)(Papa... we will drop Disha at maternal uncle's house... we will bring another mama.)

Aryan's jaw dropped. He bit the inside of his cheek so hard it bled, trying with every ounce of his corporate strength to control the roaring laughter bubbling in his chest.Disha's eyes widened to the size of saucers. She stomped her foot against the floor, her face turning a violent shade of crimson. 

"Mera ghar hai yeh! Aur tum baap-bete mere ghar mein reh rahe ho!"(This is my house! And you father-son duo are living in my house!)Aarav frowned, looking around the grand foyer, then patted Aryan's chest cutely. "Ye aapka ghal nahi hai?"

(Yeh aapka ghar nahi hai?)

(Is this not your house?)

Aryan kissed the top of his son's curly head, his eyes moving to Disha's pouting face. "No beta... Mera sab kuch aapka aur mumma ka hi toh hai."(No son... Everything of mine belongs to you and mumma only.)

Aarav processed this, his tiny eyebrows furrowing. He looked back at Aryan, completely fixed on his previous brilliant idea. "Dusli mama nai ayegi kya?"(Won't another mama come?)

Aryan immediately shook his head vigorously, sensing the dangerous aura radiating from his wife. "No, no! Dusri mumma nahi chahiye humein."(No, no! We don't want another mumma.)

"Dusri mumma chahiye tumhe? Idhar aa tu!" Disha lunged forward playfully. She caught Aarav's chubby thigh and hit him one more time, very lightly, right on his small bump.(You want another mumma? Come here you!)
"Lavender...!" Aryan warned, laughing out loud as he pulled Aarav back, retreating toward the massive master bedroom.Disha huffed loudly, turning her face away with a dramatic toss of her hair. She marched into the bedroom ahead of them, throwing herself onto the plush mattress. She rolled onto her side, turning her back completely toward the door."Theek hai! Main bhi dusre bete ko laungi... aur saara pyaar aur puchi usko hi dungi! Main tumse baat hi nahi karungi!" Disha shouted toward the wall, her voice thick with a childish, exaggerated pout.(Fine! I will also bring another son... and I will give all my love and kisses only to him! I won't even talk to you!)

Aarav, who had been gloating in his father's arms, suddenly froze. His little ears perked up at the words "another son" and "all my love and kisses." His tiny toddler brain instantly filled with a dark, primal jealousy. He frowned deeply, his lower lip puffing out as he looked at his mother's distant back.

Aryan stepped into the room, watching the two of them. He let out a long, exhausted sigh, slapping his palm against his forehead. "Oh God... do do bachhe sambhal raha hoon main..."(Oh God... I am handling two babies at once...)Aryan gently placed Aarav down on the edge of the massive bed. Aarav didn't move. He stood there on his knees, staring intently at Disha, waiting for her to turn around. But Disha remained unmoving, completely ignoring him.

After five minutes of heavy silence, Disha decided to activate her ultimate weapon. She pulled out her smartphone, unlocked it, and pulled up a video of a random, adorable chubby baby giggling. She increased the volume to maximum, ensuring the high-pitched baby giggles echoed through the quiet room.

"Aww...! Kitna cute bachha hai! I love him... awww! Mera pyaara beta!" Disha squealed wantedly, her voice dripping with exaggerated, fake affection as she showered the screen with air kisses.(Aww...! What a cute baby! I love him... awww! My sweet son!)

That was it. The final thread of Aarav's toddler patience snapped. His eyes turned entirely green with jealousy. He couldn't tolerate another baby taking his mother's attention, even if it was inside a glowing glass box.Aarav crawled frantically across the soft duvet, his small hands and knees moving at lightning speed. He reached Disha's side and scrambled onto her lap, trying to wedge his small body between her chest and the phone.

But Disha was committed to the game. She wantedly shifted her body, turning slightly to the other side, completely ignoring his presence, her eyes glued to the screen. "Aww, so sweet..."
Aarav's tiny face flushed with absolute pure rage. He reached out with his chubby hands, gripped the edges of her expensive smartphone, and with all the strength in his two-year-old body, he ripped it out of her grasp and threw it across the room. The phone landed with a soft thud right on the center of the plush bed.Disha instantly sat up, her face setting into a stern, mock-angry mask. She looked up at Aryan, who was leaning casually against the bed, enjoying the free entertainment with a smirk.

"Aryan! Apke is bete ko leke jaao iski dusri mummy ke paas! Mujhe nahi chahiye yeh!" Disha teased, pointing toward the door.(Aryan! Take this son of yours away to his other mummy! I don't want him!)

Aarav didn't care about the shouting anymore. The fear of abandonment mixed with his underlying hunger completely took over. He leaned forward, burying his entire face right into the soft fabric covering her cleavage, his tiny hands clawing at her nightshirt."Dudu..." he murmured against her skin, his voice dropping into a small, vulnerable, muffled whimper.(Doodh...)(Milk...)

Aryan, watching from the distance, felt a sharp squeeze in his heart. The sight of his tiny replica snuggling so desperately into his beautiful wife was too pure, too addictive to resist. He quickly slipped his hand into his pocket, pulled out his own phone, and captured the moment with a silent click.

Disha felt her stone-hard resolution instantly crumbling at the touch of his small head against her chest. But she bit the inside of her lip, forcing her voice to remain cold. She tried to gently push his head away. "Mere paas nahi hai... apni dusri mama ke paas jaao."(I don't have it... go to your other mama.)

Aarav popped his head up, his big eyes wide, swimming in a thick layer of real, unshed silver tears. He looked over at Aryan, his tiny face written with an explicit, silent plea for backup. 'Papa, help me.'

Aryan sitting down right beside Disha. He reached out, his large hand gently stroking Aarav's soft curls, before moving to wrap around Disha's waist, pulling her closer to his side.

"Lavender... kyun sata rahe ho mere bachhe ko? Dedo na dudu," Aryan pleaded softly, his deep voice carrying a tender, melting warmth that always broke her defenses.(Lavender... why are you torturing my baby? Give him the milk.)

Disha kept her face turned away, remaining completely silent, refusing to look at either of them.And that was the absolute final straw for the little prince. The rejection from his mother, the lack of his favorite comfort food, and the emotional exhaustion of the battle completely broke him. Aarav's face crumpled. He opened his tiny mouth and started crying loudly, real, heavy tears streaming down his chubby cheeks as his little shoulders shook violently."Waaah...! Mummaaa!"
The sound of his real, heartbreaking cry hit Disha like a physical blow. All the playful anger, the jealousy games, and the stubbornness vanished from her soul in a fraction of a second. Her heart melted into pure liquid love."Aww... Aru ro mat... mera puttu..." she cooed softly, her voice instantly turning into a pool of maternal tenderness.(Aww... Aru don't cry... my sweet baby...)

She quickly pulled his tiny body tight against her chest, rocking him back and forth. With practiced, smooth movements, she unbuttoned the top of her soft nightshirt, gently guide her nipple into his trembling, waiting mouth.The moment Aarav's lips locked onto her skin, his loud cries stopped instantly, turning into tiny, shaky, hitching breaths. He began to suck hungrily, his tiny chubby fingers wrapping tightly around her thumb, holding onto her as if she were his entire universe—which she was.Disha leaned back against the headboard, a beautiful, serene smile settling on her lips. She used her other hand to gently stroke his hair, occasionally leaning down to press soft, lingering kisses onto his wet, chubby cheeks. Within ten minutes, the heavy, rhythmic warmth of the milk and the comforting security of his mother's embrace did their magic. Aarav's long eyelashes fluttered shut, his tiny body going completely limp as he fell into a deep, peaceful slumber.

Disha gently disengaged him, pulling her shirt together before laying his small body right in the middle of the massive king-sized bed. She pulled a soft flannel blanket over his tiny frame, before turning onto her side to look at him."

Aryan quietly moved around the bed, sliding under the heavy duvet on the other side. He shifted his large body closer, his long, muscular arm reaching across the sleeping toddler to wrap securely around Disha's waist, pulling her flush against his chest. He buried his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling her sweet, familiar scent."Saara din ladte hain... phir raat ko ek dusre chahiye tum maa-bete ko," Aryan murmured against her skin, his voice a low, deeply contented, amused rumble.(You two fight the entire day... and then at night, you mother-son duo need each other so desperately.)

Disha turned her head slightly, her lips ballooning out into a soft pout as she looked into his dark, mesmerizing eyes.Aryan chuckled, leaning forward to press a soft, lingering, warm kiss right onto her prominent pout. "Bachhe ko mat maaro, Lavender."(Don't hit the baby, Lavender.)

Disha turned her body fully toward him, snuggling deeper into his warmth, her small hand resting over his broad chest. "Hey bhagwan...! Main lightly touch hi toh kiya hai! Aur... woh meri baat sunne ko taiyar hi nahi hai. Bahut badmaash hogaya hai aapka shehzada."(Oh my god...! I just touched him lightly! And... he is simply not ready to listen to me. Your little prince has become very mischievous.)

Aryan smiled, his arm tightening around her waist, pulling her so close there wasn't a shred of space left between their bodies, with their little bundle of joy sleeping safely in the sanctuary of their embrace."Toh mujhe bolo... main bolta hoon use. But mat maaro," Aryan whispered into her hair, his voice dripping with an all-consuming, protective devotion.(Then tell me... I will talk to him. But don't hit him.)

Disha let out a soft, contented hum, closing her eyes as the steady, powerful thumping of his heart lulled her toward sleep. She wrapped her arms securely around his neck, anchoring herself to the man who had given her a life so full, so chaotic, and so beautifully complete."Theek hai... ab se aap hi usse baat karna," she whispered into the quiet dark.(Fine... from now on, you only talk to him.)

Aryan smiled in the darkness, pressing one final, deep kiss onto her forehead as the entire Malhotra mansion finally fell into a peaceful, love-filled silence.
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