9 years later

Megha ran around the house behind the little brat.

"Akshu! Idhar ruko. Finish kro isse!"

(Stop there. Finish this!)

But the little girl was giggling having fun teasing her mother.

Megha slumped on the couch and sighed.

"Uff ye ladki! Aafat hai!"

(This! Is nuisance!)

Nikhil entered in with his bag in his hands and Akshita squealed loudly and ran to him. Nikhil smiled widely and bend down to catch his daughter in her arms.

"Aapko pata hai aaj maine kya kia?"

(You know what I did today?)

She started telling him as soon as he picked her up.

"Kya kia meri princess ne?"

(What did my princess do?)

Nikhil said tickling her and she squealed and giggled.

"Papa isne meri car tod di."

(Papa she broke my car.)

Came their son's voice. He was glaring at Akshita with his broken car in his hands.

Akshita hid her face in Nikhil's neck as if hiding from her brother.

"Princess?"

Nikhil asked nudging his daughter and she mumbled cutely in his neck.

"Sholly!"

He smiled and kissed her head and then took his son's car saying that he would get him a new one.

He saw Megha glaring at him.

"Bachi hai yaar."

(She is a kid.)

She mimicked him before he could say anything and he chuckled.

Pooja and Shivam were in their office. The two worked in the same place. Shivam never left a chance to find her alone.

Like right now.

"Shivam leave me. Koi dekh lega."

(Someone will see.)

"Toh? Let them. Everyone knows you are my wife."

(So?)

"Shivam! Please achha nhi lagta. Kya sochenge sab."

(It doesn't look good. What will they think.)

"Jo sochenge sochne de. Come on Pooja. Do bachhe hai hamare. Everyone knows how kids are born."

(Let them think whatever they want. We have two kids.)

She gasped and hit his chest and he laughed and kissed her softly making her smile between the kiss.

They were distributed by the ringtone of Pooja's phone and Shivam groaned.

It was a call from their kids' school.

Pooja attended the call and was informed that their son had fell sick and was asking for them to take him home.

They immediately left for school.

"Kya hua? Tabiyat kharab hai mere baby ki?"

(What happened? Is my baby not well?)

Pooja asked cuddling her son to her chest and he snuggled into her and mumbled.

"Thaka thaka ho rha hai."

(I am feeling tired.)

Pooja felt his temperature. He was a little warm.

"I think fever hai."

(I think he has fever.)

Pooja said to Shivam and he nodded and they went home.

Pooja took his temperature while Shivam called an emergency leave in office.

She made him eat his food and gave him medicine. He slept in a few minutes and Pooja kept her head on Shivam's shoulder.

He kissed her head and hugged her.

By evening his fever was a little down and Pooja relaxed a bit.

She was smiling seeing their daughter helping her father do the kitchen work while she looked after their son.

Preeti came back from court and changed into her night gown and saw Rahul sprawled on the bed with his mouth slightly open.

She giggled mischievously and went to the kitchen.

She got salt in a spoon and forwarded it near his mouth.

Feeling something near on his lips he licked his lips and she emptied the whole spoon in his mouth.

He woke up groaning and she burst out laughing.

He narrowed his eyes at her and pulled her under him.

"Kya hua? Laugh now!"

(What happened?)

He smirked seeing her looking at him wide eyed.

Soon her expressions changed and she looked at him intensely. His eyes moved down to her lips and her eyes followed the movement.

In the next moment his lips were on hers and they were kissing each other hungrily.

His hands moved south and inside her gown. He cupped her from her panties and slowly his hand went inside.

She moaned when he slipped his finger inside her moving in and out driving her to her climax.

Before they could procede further and remove each other's clothes they heard loud shouts from outside.

"Mumma! Bhook lagi hai. Khaana do."

(We are hungry. Give us food.)

Preeti laughed and got up kissing Rahul who now had an annoyed expression and a very painful erec-ahem.

She kissed his cheek and mumbled.

"Later!"

She ran out leaving him smiling like a fool.

Armaan came back home tired. He smiled and felt his tiredness wash away as he saw his little wife asleep with his daughter on her chest on the sofa.

She always does this. Sleep while waiting for him.

She was six months pregnant and couldn't sleep without Armaan.

And he loved her so much. He was so happy when she confessed her love to him.

He knew her parents were orthodox and would never agree to a love marriage and so he sent an alliance for her pretending it to be an arrange marriage.

He smiled and went near the sofa.

He kneeled beside her and took his daughter in his arms.

He tucked her in her room and came back for his wife.

Kneeling beside her he kissed her head and caressed her hair.

"Mansi! Wake up meri jaan. Come room mai chalo."

(Come in the room.)

She opened her eyes and looked at him groggily.

"You are late again."

He smiled apologetically and said.

"Important project ki wajah se I am stuck. I am sorry."

She smiled and kissed his hand. He helped her get up and took her to their room.

He tucked her properly and kissed her head.

She held his hand and pulled him down and kissed him softly.

He smiled and cupped her face kissing her properly.

"I love you."

They whispered together after pulling back.

It was a surprise for everyone when Armaan and Mansi announced their relationship. But they were happy for their friends.

Their lives have shown how He plans his actions. He knew that Megha was made for Nikhil and Mansi was made for Armaan. He played his game and made it happen.

Same happened with Pooja and Shivam and Preeti and Rahul.

As they say, He afterall is the best planner in all.❤️❤️
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