The days had been filled with joy, and the house was never quiet. With each new addition, the energy in our home grew stronger, and our love only deepened.
As the years passed, we continued to watch them grow - our sons and daughters, each with their own unique personalities and quirks. We cherished every moment, knowing that these years, these memories, would pass all too quickly.
And so, as we moved forward in our journey, I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude. Our family was everything I had ever wanted and more. Raghav ji and I had built a life together, filled with love, laughter, and the beautiful chaos of raising six children.
He is working as the Principal of the school now. He was even appreciated by people stating he has reduced the number of students who dropped out.
He is loved by his students too. Every teachers day he would come home with a huge amount of letters where each student told how precious and special he is to them.
I felt proud of him for the man he is - the best husband, best father, best son, best teacher and the best human.
I watched my son chase his brothers around the house, their laughter echoing through the walls. It seemed like only yesterday when I held my first baby Amit in my arms, wondering if I would ever truly be a mother. And now, here I was, not with one child, but with six. I could hardly believe it.
Amit is 10 years now, Twin boys Arun and Varun are 5 years now, Triplets Prajit, Swara and Shruthi are 2 years old now.
After three years from the birth of Arun and Varun, we had triplets - a boy and two girls. Everyone was shocked.
Even Daima was surprised. She even told us this is the first time she has delivered three babies at a time.
"Raghav ji, look at our house now," I said softly, gazing around the room where our children were playing. "I always wondered if I would ever be a mother, but now... look at us. We are parents of not one, but six beautiful children."
He came to sit next to me, his arm draping around my shoulders as he smiled at our children. "It's more than I ever dreamed of," he whispered. "And it's all because of you, Jaan."
Our firstborn, Amit, ran over with a wide grin on his face. "Mama, Papa! Look what I made!" he said, holding his exam papers in which he has scored really good marks.
"Sabash beta!" I exclaimed, leaning down to give him a kiss on the cheek. "You're so talented."
Then the twins, Arun and Varun, came tumbling into the room, their mischievous eyes shining as they giggled. "Papa, we want to race!" Arun shouted.
"Not so fast, boys," Raghav ji said with a wink. "We need to take turns, alright?"
Our youngest son, Prajit, walked over to me, his tiny hands reaching for mine. I picked him up and held him close, feeling his warmth and the deep love I had for all my children.
But the most precious moment was when I looked at our beautiful triplets, sitting together in Amit's lap leaning on his chest. Swara and Shruthi, our two daughters, were giggling as they tried to share their toys, while little Prajit, our youngest boy, looked up at me with innocent eyes.
"Look at them, Raghav ji," I whispered, my heart swelling with love. "How did we get so lucky?"
He smiled, his eyes glinting with pride and love. "It's not luck, Aarti. It's our love that has brought us here. All of them are a part of us."
As we sat there, surrounded by our children, I realized that I had found my true purpose in life. Being a mother, raising these six incredible kids, and sharing this life with Raghav ji was everything I had ever dreamed of. There was no greater joy than this.
Raghav pov:
It had been years since we first met, and so much had changed. Aarti and I had come a long way from the day we first tied the knot. Our love had only grown stronger, and our family had expanded in ways we had never imagined.
The room was filled with the sounds of laughter and chatter. Our first-born son was running around the house with the energy only a little one could have. I smiled at the thought of how much our lives had transformed since the day Aarti had first told me we were expecting. Then, not long after, came the twins - two boys, full of life and mischief. And now, we had our beautiful triplets - two girls and a boy, each one as precious as the last.
It hadn't always been easy, of course. There had been sleepless nights, moments of doubt, and the overwhelming task of raising six kids. But with Aarti by my side, I knew we could face anything. Her strength, her nurturing heart, and the way she loved our children filled me with awe every single day.
I walked into the living room where Aarti was sitting with our children. . I couldn't help but smile as I watched her - my Aarti, the woman I had married, and the mother of our children.
Our son ran over to me, tugging at my sleeve. "Papa, papa! Play with me!" he said excitedly.
I picked him up and hugged him tight. "I'll play with you in a bit. Let me just talk to your mother for a moment."
He grumbled, but ran off to join his siblings. Aarti and I shared a quiet moment, watching our children. "We've come a long way, haven't we?" I said, my voice filled with love and gratitude.
She nodded, her eyes glistening with emotion. "Yes, we have. I never imagined it would be like this... but I wouldn't change a thing."
I smiled, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. "Neither would I. You've made all of this possible. You've made me a better man, Aarti."
She leaned into me, her hand resting on mine. "And you've made me the happiest woman in the world, Raghav ji."
As we sat there, surrounded by our children, I realized that this was the life I had always wanted. A family, love, laughter, and the promise of many more memories to come. Our journey was far from over. It was just beginning.
Together, we would face whatever came our way. As parents, as partners, and as a family.
Aarti pov:
The night was quiet, save for the soft rustle of leaves outside the window. The baby was sleeping peacefully in the next room, and the house was filled with a serene calm. Raghav ji sat across from me, his eyes following every movement of my hands as I gently tuned my veena. The familiar hum of the strings was comforting, almost like a lullaby to my soul.
I couldn't help but remember how I was uncertain of how my life would turn. I thought I would never be able to play veena after getting married.
But raghav ji from the day one of our marriage was understanding me even I failed to understand myself. He showed me what I was capable of.
The little Arti, who was crying when her veena was snatched away telling that she should learn all the duties to serve for her husband wouldn't believe, That her husband would be the man who will bring joy back to her life, Fulfill all her dreams more than she had even dreamt of, will love her like she deserves the world.
I hadn't played like this in a long time - uninterrupted, without worry. The journey we had been through had been long and filled with hurdles, but it had also been filled with love. The music I was about to play was not just for me, but for Raghav ji, for us. It was a reflection of the life we had built together: one full of understanding, respect, and unwavering support.
I closed my eyes, letting my fingers find their place on the strings, the melody slowly filling the room. Each note was a memory, each pause was a breath shared between us, and the music flowed as effortlessly as our love had over the years. It wasn't just a melody - it was the very story of our lives.
Raghav ji watched me intently, his gaze soft but full of pride. I could feel the connection between us, even without speaking. The music we created in that moment was a symphony of emotions, of everything we had been through, and everything we were still becoming.
Raghav's pov:
I watched her as she played, her fingers moving with such grace, with such ease. Aarti had always been beautiful when she played, but tonight, it was different. There was something deeper, something more profound in the way the music filled the room. It was as if the veena had become an extension of her, an extension of our shared journey.
I had seen Aarti struggle with her dreams, with her place in the world, and I had seen her fight through every obstacle, from her own doubts to the pressures of society. But tonight, she was simply herself - an artist, a woman who had fought for her voice and had found it.
Her music was the story of our love, of the challenges we had faced, of the days we had fought, and the nights we had held each other close. It was a melody of healing, of growth, and of acceptance.
I didn't say anything at first. Words felt inadequate to describe how I felt in that moment. Instead, I let the music speak for both of us. It was our story - silent, yet so loud in its truth. A truth we had both learned to embrace.
As the last note faded into the quiet of the room, I felt a weight lift off my chest. There was no need for words. The music had said it all.
Aarti slowly placed the veena back in its stand, her hands lingering on the instrument for just a moment longer. She turned to me, her eyes bright with unshed tears, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
She spoke softly,"Aapke saath, har pal ek nayi dhun ban gaya hai, Raghav ji." (With you, every moment has become a new melody, Raghav ji.)
I walked over to her, my heart full of emotions that I didn't quite know how to express. Taking her hands in mine, I looked into her eyes, my voice steady but filled with warmth.
I spoke my voice laced with emotions, "Tumhari saath, meri zindagi ka har din ek sur mein rang gaya hai." (With you, every day of my life has turned into a melody.)
Aarti smiled, her eyes glistening with tears that she didn't try to hide. She had fought so hard to be who she was, and now, she was finally living her truth, unashamed and beautiful in every way.
She spoke with a gentle laugh"Hum dono ka safar, ek sur ka safar tha." (Our journey was a journey of a melody.)
I nodded, feeling the weight of her words. Our journey had been long, full of both trials and triumphs, but in the end, it had led us to this moment , this quiet, perfect moment where we understood each other completely.
I spoke,my voice gentle,"Aur ab, hum dono apne sapne jeene ke liye ek saath hain." (And now, we are together, living our dreams.)
Aarti rested her head on my shoulder, and we sat in silence for a while. No words were necessary. We had created a life together, a life full of love, respect, and the beautiful music of our journey. We had found our harmony, not in perfection, but in our willingness to fight for each other, to support each other, and to grow together.
She spoke, "Main hamesha yeh seekh gayi thi ki apne sapno ka tyaag karna padega. Mere maa hamesha kehati thi ki ek aurat ka jagah kitchen mein hota hai aur uska farz hota hai apne pati ki saari zarooratein puri karna. Lekin tumne mujhe yeh seekhaya ki apne sapne kabhi chhodne nahi chahiye. Aapne mujhe apne sapne jeene ka mauka diya, Raghav ji. Aap ho jisne mujhe apni pehchaan dikhayi." (I was always taught that I had to sacrifice my dreams. My mother always told me that a woman's place is in the kitchen, and her duty is to fulfill all her husband's needs. But you showed me that I should never let go of my dreams. You are the one who made me realize my own worth, Raghav ji. )
I could feel my heart swell with pride for her. The woman before me was not just my wife, she was a dreamer who had learned to follow her heart despite the odds. She had fought so hard to be here, and now, she was shining in her truth.
I spoke my voice firm filled with pride, "Haan, Aarti, koi aurat aisa nahi karti, lekin tumne apni himmat se yeh dikhaya ki ek aurat ko apne sapne jeene ka haq hai. Tumne apni manzil apne dam par chhuni hai, aur main tumhare saath hoon. Main tum par garv karta hoon." (Yes, no woman has done this, but you have shown with your courage that a woman has the right to live her dreams. You have reached your destination on your own terms, and I am with you. I am proud of you.)
Aarti's eyes glistened with unshed tears, but her smile was full of love and gratitude. We had been through so much together, and now, we had reached this beautiful moment. There was nothing left unsaid. Our love, our journey, our music - it was all one.
In the silence of that night, with the last note of Aarti's song still lingering in the air, I knew one thing for sure.
We had found our harmony.
And in that harmony, I knew we would always find our way, together.
***THE END***
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