After getting ready, Sanyukta moved toward Avu's side, her heart melting at the sight of her little one sleeping so peacefully. His soft, chubby cheeks looked extra squishable with a hint of drool at the corner of his lips. With a loving chuckle, she wiped it away and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek.
"Avuuu... my baby... it's wake-up time," she murmured sweetly, running her fingers through his soft hair while patting his tiny back in a soothing rhythm.
"Aaj ghar mein function bhi hai… naya kapda pehnenge… sweet khayenge," she added playfully, hoping to coax him awake.
Her trick worked like magic. The moment he heard the word sweet, his long lashes fluttered open, revealing his innocent eyes filled with curiosity.
"Balloooonn!" Avu mumbled sleepily, his tiny fists rubbing at his eyes as he looked up at her.
Sanyukta chuckled at his obsession with balloons. "Of course, balloons bhi hain! You can play with them after getting ready," she assured, lifting him into her arms effortlessly.
"Good morning, my babyyy," she cooed, peppering kisses over his plump cheeks. Avu let out a cute yawn before nuzzling into her neck, his tiny arms wrapping around her like a koala.
"Guuud moninggg, Mumma," he mumbled, his voice still heavy with sleep, making Sanyukta’s heart swell with love.
She took him to the bathroom, where he sat on the sink counter, swinging his little legs while she helped him brush his teeth. The moment the toothbrush entered his mouth, he made an exaggerated face, scrunching his nose.
"Yuckyyy!" he whined, spitting the paste immediately, making Sanyukta shake her head with a knowing smile.
"Haan baba, but brushing is important!" she reasoned, holding his chubby cheeks between her palms.
Avu pouted, dramatically looking away before suddenly perking up. "Mummaa, tedddy valaaa ?" he asked, referring to the strawberry-flavored toothpaste with a teddy bear on the cover.
Sanyukta chuckled, knowing she had no choice. “Accha, baba, teddy wala paste,” she agreed, squeezing some onto his brush.
This time, he obediently let her brush his teeth, though he made faces the whole time. When they were done, he clapped his little hands. "Mummaaa donnnnne !"
"Yes, my big boy did it!" she praised, kissing his forehead.
After brushing, Sanyukta set him on the sink counter while she ran the bathwater. Avu swung his legs happily, playing with the edge of his towel.
“Mummaa… meraaa duckyyy kahan hai?” he suddenly asked, eyes scanning the water.
Sanyukta pretended to gasp dramatically. "Arre haan! Mere baby ke ducks kaha gaye?" she played along, searching for them.
Just as she was about to fetch them, Avu suddenly cupped his mouth with both hands and gasped. "Mummaa! Duckyyy bhagg gayiii!" he exclaimed, eyes wide in fake shock.
Sanyukta laughed at his innocent drama. "Arre wah! Mera baby toh bohot smart hai. Chal, Mumma pakad ke lati hai," she said, grabbing his toy ducks.
As soon as she placed them in the tub, Avu clapped in excitement. “Yayyyy!” He grabbed his favorite yellow duck and started making it ‘swim’ in the water, splashing around with his tiny hands.
“Duckyyyy paani mein dhub gaya! Bachaaao!” he giggled, making dramatic rescue noises.
After getting him undressed for his bath, Sanyukta placed Avu in the warm water. His tiny feet kicked excitedly, making little ripples in the tub. He giggled, watching the water splash around him.
“Mummaa… look! Watrrrr jump jump!” he exclaimed, slapping his chubby hands on the water.
Sanyukta laughed, shaking her head at his excitement. “Haan baba, water jump kar raha hai, but ab shampoo time,” she said, squeezing some baby shampoo into her palm.
Avuuu bacha no kicking, warna Mumma bhi bheeg jayegi,” she warned, already rolling up her sleeves.
But Avu had other plans. With a cheeky grin, he suddenly splashed water at her with his chubby hands, giggling uncontrollably.
Sanyukta gasped as the water hit her face. “Avuuu! Badmash baccha!” she shrieked, pretending to glare at him.
Avu clapped his hands in delight. “Mummaa wettt!” he squealed before splashing more water, his giggles echoing in the bathroom.
“Arre wah! Toh Mumma bhi splaaashh kare?” she smirked, cupping water in her hands.
“Noooo! No splash Mummaa!” Avu panicked, trying to crawl to the other side of the tub, but it was too late—Sanyukta playfully sprinkled water on his head, making him squeal louder.
“Mummaa nooo! Avuuu no like wettt!” he whined dramatically, rubbing his face with his tiny palms.
Sanyukta chuckled and quickly grabbed the shampoo bottle. “Accha baba, ab bas! Chalo, time to clean my little monkey.”
Avu, busy making his rubber duck ‘swim,’ didn’t pay much attention—until she lathered the shampoo into his soft curls.
The moment her fingers massaged his scalp, he scrunched his nose and let out a dramatic cry. “Nooo, Mummaaa! Bubbleee in hairrr!” he whined, shaking his little head furiously.
Sanyukta chuckled, trying to hold him still. “Arre baba, toh clean kaise hoga?” she teased, rubbing his scalp gently.
“Avuuu nooo likeee!” he whined, pouting. His little body wiggled as he tried to escape, but Sanyukta held him firmly.
“Bas bas, ho gaya! Ab wash karte hain,” she said, cupping some water in her hands.
As soon as she poured it on his head, Avu gasped dramatically, his little mouth forming an ‘O’ as he pulled his head back.
“Ahhhhh! Mummaaa, eyeeee meiiiii ghusss gayaaaa!” he blinked rapidly, though no water had actually gotten into his eyes.
Sanyukta couldn’t help but laugh at his overreaction. “Drama king ho tum! Chalo, aur ek baar,” she said, rinsing off the last of the shampoo.
This time, Avu squeezed his eyes shut tightly before the water even touched him, making her laugh even harder.
“Bas ho gaya, my little monkey!” she cooed, wrapping him in a soft towel.
As soon as she finished, Avu shook his head like a puppy, sending tiny droplets flying. “Doneee!” he cheered, grinning up at her.
Sanyukta smiled and picked up a soft towel, wrapping him in it. But before she could put on his clothes, Avu suddenly wiggled out of her hold and—
ZOOM!
“Avuuu!!” Sanyukta gasped as her little naked tornado ran out of the bathroom, giggling uncontrollably.
“Avuuu is supa fasttttt!” he squealed, running in circles around the room, his little bum wiggling with every step.
Sanyukta burst into laughter, shaking her head at his mischief. “Arre wah! Mera baccha toh ekdum Junglee Sher ban gaya!”
Avu giggled even louder and hopped onto the bed, bouncing excitedly. “No chaddiii! No shirrttt!
“Accha? Free baby? Theek hai, fir Mumma sabko bula le?” she smirked, pretending to open the door.
Avu gasped, his tiny hands flying to his tummy as if that would hide his nakedness. “Noooo! No seee Avuuu!” he shrieked dramatically.
Before he could escape again, Sanyukta lunged forward and scooped him up in one swift motion.
“GOTCHA!” she laughed, hugging his squishy little body tightly.
“Nooo Mummaaa! Avuuu run awayyy!” he giggled, kicking his tiny legs in protest.
“Nahi baba, ab bas! Mera baby nakey nahi reh sakta!” she teased, showering his chubby cheeks with kisses.
After some more giggles and fake protests, she finally managed to dress him up in his blue shirt and cute white shorts.
Once he was dried and dressed, Sanyukta applied baby cream to his soft cheeks. He scrunched his nose, shaking his head. “Mummaa! Nooo! Cremmm (cream) chip chip ho gayaaa!”
Sanyukta chuckled and blew on his cheeks. "Accha baba, ab chip chip nahi!"
"Shoes or sandals?" she asked, sitting him on the edge of the bed.
"SHOEEE… whitt vala!" he declared, wiggling his tiny toes.
Sanyukta rolled her eyes playfully. "Mujhe pata tha!" She slipped the shoes onto his tiny feet, and he immediately kicked them against the floor to make the light blink.
"Peeettyyy!" he clapped his hands.
“Mummaa! Avuuu readyyy!” he declared proudly, stomping his little feet to make the light-up shoes blink.
Sanyukta smiled and picked him up. “Haan, mera superstar bilkul ready!”
As they walked downstairs, Avu spotted the balloons scattered on the floor.
“Ballooooonnnn!” he gasped, scrambling out of her arms and running toward them.
Just then, the temple bells rang. Avu’s ears perked up.
“Daaaadii!” he gasped, clutching a balloon in his tiny fists and running towards the mandir.
Sanyukta stood at the kitchen door, watching her little whirlwind settle into Pushpa ji’s lap, his hands folded in a clumsy namaste.
Her heart melted at the sight.
Her little troublemaker, her nakey baby, her naughty prince—he was her entire world.
Sanyukta had just finished preparing tea for everyone while Vidya Kaki busied herself with breakfast preparations. She placed some chocos in two small bowls and boiled milk for Avu and Aarvi before finally settling down for tea with Indira Devi , Pushpa ji, and Anjali.
After chatting for a while, she excused herself and headed upstairs, knowing she had the toughest task of the morning—waking up The Great Ranvijay Shekhwat.
She entered the room and shook him lightly. “Ranvijayyyy…” she called out, only for him to groan and burrow deeper under the blanket.
Sanyukta sighed, shaking her head. Kuch nahi ho sakta iss aadmi ka…
Rolling her eyes, she pulled the covers off and ran her fingers gently through his hair.
“Uth jaaiye... it's morning,” she whispered near his ear, chuckling. “Kal toh bada alarm laga ke so rahe the, haan?”
Ranvijay turned over and, without opening his eyes, lazily wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close. Sanyukta bit her lip to keep from laughing.
“Uthna nahi hai kya?” she asked, ruffling his hair, but he was too deep in sleep to respond.
Neend ka nasha toh sharab se bhi zyada hai… she thought, patting his bare back.
A mischievous smile crept onto her lips as an idea struck her. Without hesitation, she slid under the covers beside him and let out a dramatic sigh.
Instantly, as if by instinct, Ranvijay caged her in, wrapping his leg around her as well.
“Suniye…” she whispered, tracing his chin with her fingers.
“Hmmm…” he hummed lazily, making her smile.
Sanyukta leaned in and placed a soft kiss at the corner of his mouth. She pulled back slightly, waiting for a reaction.
Nothing.
Not even a twitch.
Uff! He can’t even feel anything! she groaned internally.
Growing impatient, she shook him again—this time with more force. “Ranvijayyyy…”
He groaned like an annoyed child.
But she was relentless.
After what felt like an eternity, he finally opened his eyes, his face groggy with sleep.
Sanyukta grinned. “Good morning, my handsome husband!”
Ranvijay squinted at her, clearly unimpressed. “Kya hai yaar… subah-subah disturb mat kiya kar na…” he muttered, nuzzling into her neck.
“Subah nahi hai! It’s past 9, aur aaj ghar mein function bhi hai,” she reminded him, brushing his hair back.
He let out another lazy hum, eyes fluttering shut again.
“Ranvijayyy… don’t fall asleep again!” she warned, shifting slightly to look at him properly. “Sab uth gaye hain… Maa has asked me to get you downstairs.”
Still half-asleep, he barely reacted.
Annoyed, she leaned in and pecked his cheek before tugging his nose lightly.
That did it.
Ranvijay let out a hiss, his hand instinctively moving toward her—but as soon as he did, he winced. He pulled his hand back and stared at the bandage wrapped around it.
And just like that, realization dawned upon him.
He was still angry with her.
Sanyukta, noticing the shift in his expression, pouted.
“Sorry…” she murmured, holding her ears. “That was never meant to hurt you, but I was emotional, and I just… blurted it all out.”
Ranvijay looked at her, amused, but kept his poker face intact.
“Mujhe bhi aapne hurt kiya, par maine aapki sorry kitni jaldi accept kar li thi…” she pointed out, poking his chin playfully.
He rolled his eyes. “Aur hurt thi kyun? Trip cancel toh nahi kiya tha, sirf ek din postpone kiya tha bas… And I was trying to tell you why we had to stay back, but you didn’t care to listen. You just… bursted out.”
Sanyukta crossed her arms. “Haan toh maine kitni baar poocha tha ki aap sure hain ki nahi? Mujhe pehle se pata tha ki end moment pe aisa hi kuch hoga.”
Ranvijay smirked. “Pata tha toh phir aise kyu react kiya? Tumhe toh phir normal rehna chahiye tha na, because you knew this would happen.”
Sanyukta scoffed. “Hurt nahi hota kya insaan ko?”
Ranvijay sighed. “Ab phir se ladai karna chahti ho na? I know you’re not sorry.”
“Same goes for you! Kal pi ke toh bada guilty feel kar rahe the, and now suddenly you’re not sorry for hurting me?” she shot back, equally offended.
Ranvijay shrugged. “Nahi hoon sorry ab. I don’t see any logic behind that outburst.”
“Fine! Toh main bhi sorry nahi hoon for saying all that.” She huffed and started getting up, but before she could escape, Ranvijay pulled her back with a sudden tug, making her shriek.
“Agar gir jaati toh?” she glared at him.
“Giri toh nahi na,” he smirked, making her huff in frustration.
“Kya hai ab? Kyun kicha mujhe?” she snapped.
“Because you disturbed my sleep for no reason,” he said with a mock-serious expression.
“Go back to sleep then. I won’t say anything now,” she grumbled, turning her back to him.
But he pulled her even closer, resting his forehead against hers.
Ranvijay bit back a grin, watching her puffed-up cheeks. “Ab mujhe neend nahi aa rahi… and you deserve a punishment for waking me up.”
Sanyukta gaped at him. “You deserve a punishment!” she countered, lightly slapping his cheek.
Ranvijay couldn’t hold back his laughter anymore.
Before she could react, he swiftly rolled her down, pinning her to the mattress.
“My angry woman…” he murmured before biting down gently on her neck, making her gasp.
Sanyukta turned her head away, cheeks puffed in protest, but he trailed soft kisses along her jaw, earning a reluctant side-eye from her.
“I was just teasing you,” he whispered, his tone softer now. “I really am sorry for hurting you, biwi… You know na, I never do it on purpose. Bas ho jata hai…”
Sanyukta pouted, looking at him with big eyes. “I’m sorry too… I should’ve listened to you. But… hurt toh hota hi hai na…”
Ranvijay smiled. “Hota hai. And it’s okay to express yourself. But I hate it when you cry like that. Aur uspar se, you wouldn’t even let me come near you…” He sighed, shaking his head. “Fatt gayi thi meri.”
Sanyukta let out a laugh at his dramatic confession.
“Chalo, let’s forgive each other now?” she whispered, nuzzling her nose against his.
Ranvijay smirked. “Done. But next time, if you disturb my sleep, I will make you regret it.”
Sanyukta raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And how exactly?”
His smirk deepened as he whispered against her ear. “Try it and find out.”
Sanyukta gulped.
Ranvijay let out a dramatic sigh, holding up his injured hand. His lips curved into a slow smirk as he gazed at Sanyukta with mischief.
"But see… mere haath mein lagi hai. I think I deserve something for this," he murmured, his voice deliberately laced with innocence, though his eyes told a different story—dark, teasing, and full of intent.
Sanyukta narrowed her eyes, pretending to be unimpressed. "Acha? Aur kya chahiye?" she challenged, crossing her arms over her chest.
His gaze dropped shamelessly, lingering over her curves before flicking back up to meet her eyes, amusement dancing in his.
She gasped, realizing his unspoken demand, and smacked his cheek lightly. "Aap bilkul besharam hai !"
"Pleaseeeee…" he muttered, his voice taking on a husky edge as he buried his face between her breasts, his warm breath seeping through the fabric of her kurti.
Sanyukta swallowed, fighting the shiver that threatened to run down her spine. "Ranvijay, late ho jaayenge… sab wait kar rahe honge neeche," she reminded him, though her voice lacked conviction.
"Let them wait," he whispered, his lips brushing against her throat as his hands slid under her kurti, fingers tracing slow, lazy circles along her waist.
A gasp escaped her as he pulled her down onto the mattress, caging her beneath him. His lips hovered over hers, eyes dark and smoldering.
"Say no, and I’ll stop," he challenged, his voice low and dangerous.
She parted her lips to respond, but he didn’t give her a chance. His mouth crashed against hers, swallowing her protests as his tongue pushed past her lips, tasting, claiming. His hands tightened on her waist, pulling her flush against him, letting her feel the heat of his body, the raw hunger simmering just beneath the surface.
Sanyukta moaned into his mouth, fingers tangling in his hair, tugging him closer. He groaned in response, his grip on her tightening as he deepened the kiss, tilting her head to explore her mouth with slow, teasing strokes of his tongue.
"Ranvijay…" she breathed when he finally let her go, only to trail his lips down the column of her throat. He sucked on the sensitive skin just below her ear, his teeth grazing before he bit down gently, drawing a sharp gasp from her.
His injured hand slid behind her, tugging at the clasp of her bra beneath her kurti. She shivered, realizing his intent. Without hesitation, she lifted herself slightly, helping him unhook it. The moment the fabric loosened, Ranvijay was quick to push her kurti up, his lips trailing kisses down the valley of her breasts before capturing a taut peak in his mouth.
A moan tore from her lips as his tongue flicked over her nipple, teasing, tasting, before he sucked hard, making her arch against him.
"Ahhh… Ranvijay," she whimpered, her fingers threading through his hair as he lavished attention on her sensitive flesh.
He chuckled against her skin, his other hand finding her neglected breast, kneading it gently before pinching the hardened peak between his fingers.
"You taste so good, wifey," he muttered, his voice thick with need.
She gasped as he switched to her other breast, sucking harder this time, making her squirm beneath him. The pleasure was overwhelming, each flick of his tongue sending jolts of heat straight to her core.
Unable to take it anymore, she pulled him up, crashing her lips against his in a desperate kiss. Her hands slipped under his shirt, nails digging into his back, making him groan against her lips.
Ranvijay pressed his body against hers, grinding against her, making her gasp at the friction. "Tum mujhe pagal bana dogi, Sanyukta," he rasped, biting her lower lip before soothing it with his tongue.
Sanyukta, breathless and flushed, pushed him back slightly. A wicked glint flickered in her eyes as she rolled them over, straddling him, her fingers trailing down his chest, teasingly slow.
His breath hitched as she leaned down, pressing open-mouthed kisses along his jaw before moving lower, her lips ghosting over his neck, his collarbone, down to his chest.
"Sanyukta…" he groaned, his grip on her waist tightening as her tongue flicked against his skin, tasting him.
She smirked, letting her teeth scrape against his shoulder before biting down lightly, making him hiss in pleasure.
"Yeh kis baat ka badla tha?" he asked, his voice hoarse, desire burning in his gaze.
"For teasing me earlier," she teased, her voice sultry and full of challenge.
Ranvijay growled, flipping her beneath him again in one swift motion, pinning her wrists above her head.
"Toh ab mai bhi badla lunga, Mrs. Ranvijay," he smirked darkly before sealing their mouths in another searing, breath-stealing kiss.
A sudden knock on the door made Sanyukta freeze, her breath still uneven. She patted Ranvijay’s arm, silently urging him to let go, but he remained unfazed, his grip on her firm.
“Chachiiii….” Aarvi’s sweet yet impatient voice rang from outside.
Ranvijay sighed dramatically but finally pulled back, allowing Sanyukta to catch her breath. She quickly wiped her mouth, straightened her kurti, and got up while he simply sprawled back onto the bed, completely unbothered.
Sanyukta opened the door to find Aarvi standing there, arms crossed, her tiny face scrunched into a pout.
She chuckled at the little girl’s expression. “Kya hua, bacha?”
“Sab wait kar rahe hai breakfast ke liyeee…” Aarvi whined, her voice filled with adorable frustration.
Sanyukta knelt to her level and ruffled her hair. “Hum aa rahe the, bacha… but aapke chachu uth hi nahi rahe the,” she said, throwing a playful glance toward Ranvijay.
Aarvi gasped dramatically and rushed to the bedside. “Chachuuuu! Aaj function hai, and you’re being lazyyyy?” she scolded, hands on her tiny hips.
Ranvijay peeked at her with a lazy smile. “Princess, look… I was hurt.” He held up his bandaged hand, feigning innocence. “Mujhe extra neend chahiye thi to heal.”
Aarvi’s frown deepened as she took his injured hand in hers, concern filling her big, expressive eyes. “Aapko chot lagi?” she asked softly.
Ranvijay nodded, exaggerating his sadness.
Without hesitation, Aarvi leaned down and placed a small, gentle kiss on his palm. “Ab theek hai?” she asked, her voice filled with pure innocence.
Ranvijay grinned. “Hmmm… I feel a little better now.”
Aarvi beamed. “Phir jaldi ready hoke aana, okay? Mei jaa rahi hu chocos khaane!” she announced, patting his cheek the way he often did to her—like a kid—and Ranvijay could only nod, amused.
Sanyukta stifled her laughter at his expression, then turned to leave.
But before stepping out, she gave him a teasing wave, enjoying the way his lips curled into a fake pout as Aarvi proudly dragged her away.
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