“Why didn’t he want this filmed?” Ragini asked clearly annoyed but it might’ve had something to do with her rounded belly and that she was crouched in the bushes, away from the figures of Swara and Sanskar who were holding hands walking around the preserve.
The whole group were there for this moment. Away enough not to be seen but be able to hear them.

“Swara didn’t want anything from her personal life filmed” Laksh said bitterly “Sanskar’s just trying to be a good boyfriend”

Ragini groaned as she moved to sit on her knees “Well I will have you know that the baby doesn’t like this”

The camera moved from Ragini to peeking out through the bushes “Oh my god- he’s doing it” the figure of Sanskar got on one knee there was a pause, a squeal, and then the figure of Swara tackled Sanskar, the camera turned to Ragini who was crying “hey, are you alright? What’s wrong? What happened?”

“Ugh— he was good and pregnancy hormones” she wiped her eyes

Laksh smiles “He was that good?”

Ragini scoffed “If she wouldn’t have said yes— I would’ve”

Laksh scoffs " I feel offended" as the camera points to everyone who is behind the bushes to take their reaction
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“Come on, Ragini! Puuush!” Laksh yells encouragingly. Ragini is currently heaving in her hospital bed, with her legs propped up. She looks exhausted, her hair is sticking to her forehead and Laksh is right next to her with a look of absolute concern, terror and joy on his face. While Sanskar is behind the camera filming this whole thing making sure not to go anywhere near the lower body part(strict instructions by Laksh)

Ragini glares at the camera “Sanskar” she seethes out “If you don’t put that camera down—I will kill you”

“but—“

He doesn’t get any more words out before Swara is next to him knocking the camera out of his hands.
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The camera focuses on the Ragini who is on the hospital bed with a beautiful little bundle in her arms.
She looks exhausted but happy.
Laksh has tears in his eyes but he is smiling.
Camera focuses on everyone else in the room. They all have tears in their eyes and smile on their faces..

Kavya asks "so what are we naming this second angel of our life? "

Ragini smiles and says "Rakshika. Rakshika Maheshwari. "
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Sanskar is stumbling around with the camera while he follows the now year old Rakshika, she just started walking and Ragini and Laksh had to leave for some work had demanded that he filmed her till they got back.

The little girl is shaky on her feet and Kavita chuckles from her place on the couch “Miss Raku come here” she calls and the little girl squeals and goes to her aunty.

“Oh thank God” Sanskar puts the camera on the table but doesn’t realise that it’s only halfway on

“Sanskar!”

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The room is dark except for the dim lighting on set on the dance floor, Swara has her arms wrapped around Sanskar’s neck with her face pressed into the crook of his neck. He’s muttering soft words into her ear while they gently sway on the floor.

The camera swishes and it pauses on the audience—Sarita is crying on Amit’s chest who’s crying himself, Ragini is softly swaying with her and Laksh’ five month old daughter Rakshika on her hip, Laksh is wrapped around them both, Preeta and Karan are dancing to the side with their now ten month old Rohan.

A little sniffle is heard and the camera swishes to the other side to see Nikhil wiping at his face “Are you crying?”—it’s Kavita.

He scoffs and straightens out his back “No”

“Liar” she giggles at his scowls

“I’m just happy for my friends—that’s all”

“Oh really? Because” the camera moves on settles on each of the group members for a second before going back to Nikhil “No one else is crying”

“Shut up”
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It’s Sunday.

Everyone can tell because the house is packed with group members.

Sometime after Rohan was born, it had become tradition that everyone goes over and eats dinner at Karan and Preeta’s apartment—to the utmost displeasure of Karan.

But it had become tradition and now everyone is scattered around the house—Karan is chasing his now year and half old son, Rohan, who is chasing a 1 year old Rakshika who is being watched like a hawk by her daddy Laksh.

Swara and Preeta are relaxing on the couch and Ragini, who’s holding the camera, can see Sanskar look at the children longingly. Swara must see the same thing Ragini sees because she lets out an annoyed huff and calls out “Calm down, Sanskar—you’ll have your own within the next 8 months”

Ragini drops the camera.
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“Be careful, Ro” Preeta says softly as the two year old climbs into a hospital bed where Swara is holding her daughter. A nearly two year old Ralshika is struggling to climb on but Sanskar is quick to help her up, they both settle into Swara’s side and peer down at the baby.

“She pretty” Rohan says simply

“yeah” Swara says wistfully “She is, isn’t she?”

“What did you two decide to name her?” Ragini asks as she looks down at the baby

“Amira Sanskar Rajvanshi”

“Amira?” Rakshika asks looking up at his godmother with wide eyes

“yeah, Lady-Bug, Amira”
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“Happy birthday to yooouuuu” it sung out with a clapping two year old Amira in front of her cake, her mom and dad right behind her smiling brightly. It’s a small get together with Karan and Preeta in the back with a four year old Rohan and a two year old Vicky. Laksh is filming and tries to remember to focus on Amira but always ends up drifting to Rakshika and Ragini who is now 3 months pregnant with their second baby.

Kavita and Nikhil are smiling brightly with their 1 month old daughter, Naina.
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Everyone’s laid out on the couch, Laksh is curled up with Ragini gently rubbing her stomach with one hand and peppering her face with small kisses but is messing with the camera again with other, Karan is softly swaying a sleeping Vicky while Rohan soundly sleeps in his mom’s arms, Swara watches Sanskar who holds a sleeping Amira in his arms with a soft smile on her face.

“It’s weird to think we’re all parents” Ragini sighs out “I swear It was only yesterday that we were graduating”

“yeah and we all have more than one” Swara adds on

Everyone’s eyes are immediately on her, and Sanskar tries not to move too suddenly “Swaru—what do you mean?”

“well, it appears our Miss Amira is going to be a big sister”

“Oh shit” Laksh says suddenly “Ragini and Swara are pregnant at the same time”
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“Oh my god!” Ragini screams out “GET THIS THING OUT OF ME!”

“Rag—“

“SHUT THAT FUCKING CAMERA OFF RIGHT NOW!”

Laksh does as told and the screen goes black.
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“I always wanted Rakshika to have a brother” Ragini sighs out “I’m glad we got this angel”

Laksh hums “Yeah”

Sanskar peers into the crib that holds his nephew “So guys—what’s his name?”

“Raksh Maheshwari”

“Hmmm” Swara hums out “Beautiful”
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“She doesn’t want you in there if you’re going to have the camera”says Sanskar.

“But—“

“Sorry”

Laksh huffs “Fine”
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“I’m turning the camera on, okay?”

“yeah, okay”replies Swara

“so you got another girl”

“Yup”

“Soo?”

“Anaya Rajvanshi”
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“Moooooom” Rohan whines out “Why does Uncle Laksh always have to bring the damn camera?”

“Language” Preeta chastises

“But moooooom”

“Oh hush—you’ll get used to it”

“Ugh”
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“I miss them” Raksh says softly, he’s officially fifteen and it’s his first birthday without his grandparents.

“yeah, me too baby boy”
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“YOU CAN’T HAVE ANOTHER BABY!”

“Vicky!”

“You’re so old!”

“VICKY!”

Laksh laughing causes Karan to hit the camera out of his hands.
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“Finally a daddy to a little girl, huh?”

“Shut up”

“What’s her name, Preeta?”

“Ariel”

“hmm—“

“One joke about the Little Mermaid and I will kill you, Laksh”
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“I can’t believe this is happening” Laksh sighs out “I just—“

“Dad” Rakshika pleads “This is good news”

Ragini nods “Ignore him, baby—he’s just mad you’re making us officially related to Karan”

“You could have married Amira!”

“Dad—she’s a girl!”

“Oh hush!!!We could’ve worked around that!”

" Dad come on. Its just uncle Karan and besides Raksh is making sure that you are officially related to Uncle Sanskar. He loves Anaya and besides Amira is marrying Vicky anyways" says Rakshika tiredly.

"You kids ruined my vision" Cries laksh
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“So”

“So? ”

“We’re both going to be related to Karan” Sanskar says softly

“Ugh”

“Sanskar—“

“yeah, Rakshika just had to marry Rohan and Amira has to marry Vicky”

“We love them—we couldn’t have asked for better”

“Still—“

“Oh my god Laksh shut up” Swara says annoyed
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“We’re old”

“We’re 46—“

“We’re grandparents”

Sanskar sighs “Yeah, we’re old”
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The TV clicks off and a now 26 year old Amira sighs “It’s weird that it’s been a year”

Vicky hugs his wife close to his chest but minds their 2 year old son, Ryan, that lies in the middle of them.

“I know—“Rakshika sighs “I wish that Danial and Amara would be able to know their grandparents”

Rohan clears her throat “Well, Emiya got to know my mom but—“ she sighs “Not my dad”

Anaya sighs “My poor baby won’t be able to know my mom or my dad” she hugs Akrit and Naira and little closer as Raksh hugs his wife tightly.