A/N - The original epilogue was penned by my old, cherished friend Gul. I have simply refined the language. 

Another sunrise marked the beginning of yet another perfect day in the life of Mohit and Shikha Gupta. Their marriage had become everything they had ever dreamed of—a blend of highs and lows, as any deep and loving relationship would endure. Yet, each moment with Shikha felt like a cherished journey, one Mohit wished would stretch into eternity. Although he had never fully subscribed to the conventional wisdom surrounding marriage, Shikha had transformed his perspective entirely. Life had never seemed so perfect.

As Mohit lay beside his beautiful wife, he noticed something out of the ordinary. Shikha, who was usually an early riser, had slept in today. For Mohit, this was a tempting opportunity. More time with Shikha in bed meant more intimate moments—something he eagerly anticipated.

Shikha stirred in her sleep, and Mohit seized the chance to nuzzle into the curve of her neck, playfully nibbling on her delicate earlobes.

"Let me sleep, Mohit. You were at it all night..." Shikha murmured, her voice thick with drowsiness.

"Madam, it's morning. I need something from you," Mohit said with a teasing lilt.

"No... let me sleep first," she mumbled, burying her face deeper into the pillows.

Mohit's hands slipped around her bare waist, pulling her closer. As he turned her to face him, their lips were mere inches apart, poised for a kiss. But just as he was about to make his move, the door swung open.

"Papa... pa..." A small boy of three tumbled into the room.

"Here comes the biggest interruption of my life," Mohit groaned, while Shikha stifled a giggle.

Standing in the doorway was their chubby, adorable three-year-old son, Armaan—the third and most unexpected member of their perfect little family.

"Papa, what were you doing to Mumma?" Armaan asked innocently, his eyes wide with curiosity.

Both Mohit and Shikha were momentarily stunned, stumbling over their words.

"V... vo... we..." they stammered.

"What 'vho vho'? What were you doing to my Mumma?" Armaan persisted.

"Mumma, did Papa do something to you? If he did, I'll tell Nana and Mamu," Armaan continued, concern etched on his small face.

Mohit, trying to lighten the mood, quipped, "Oh, if I hadn't 'done' anything to your Mumma, you wouldn't even be here!"

Shikha shot Mohit a disapproving look. "Mohit, stop it. Show some decency."

Armaan, still puzzled, asked, "Mumma, why are you covered with a blanket? Do you have a fever? Let me help you up." He reached for the blanket.

"Mohit...!!" Shikha cried out in exasperation.

"Oh, for heaven's sake, what are you doing?" Mohit said, trying to redirect Armaan's attention.

"No! Mumma isn't feeling well, right, Mumma?" Armaan asked, covering Shikha's eyes with his tiny hands.

"MOHIT, DAMN IT! Couldn't you have put on some pants?" Shikha shouted.

"Hey, you were the one who took them off last night..." Mohit protested.

"Mohit, Armaan, JUST GET OUT, NOW!!" Shikha ordered firmly.

Mohit and Armaan scrambled out of the room, fleeing from Shikha's intense gaze.

Once they had left, Shikha uncovered herself and made her way to the bathroom, a smile playing on her lips. With these two wonderful men in her life, she thought, life couldn't be more perfect.

As she turned on the shower, Mohit's familiar hands wrapped around her bare waist.

"Mrs. Gupta, aren't you forgetting something?" he murmured, pulling her close and claiming her mouth with a passionate kiss.

"Thank you, Shikha. Thank you for making my life perfect," Mohit said, his voice filled with love and gratitude.

He kissed her deeply again, sealing their lifelong bond with an unspoken promise of eternal love.

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Finally, it's done! It took me quite a while to finish editing and republishing my stories. I'll soon be sharing more of my work, so stay tuned. Please feel free to leave your reviews."