"Baby... baby, where are you?" I call out, a grin tugging at my lips as I wander through the house.

Ritika's laughter echoes from somewhere upstairs, and I shake my head, amused. We've been playing this little game of hide and seek for the past hour, and she's gotten surprisingly good at it.

"Come on, little fox, you know I'll find you!" I shout, taking the stairs two at a time. The house is unusually quiet, except for the occasional sound of her soft giggles. It's a sweet, almost innocent sound that I never get tired of hearing.

I peek into our bedroom, checking behind the curtains, under the bed, even in the closet. Nothing. I'm about to give up when I hear a muffled sound coming from the bathroom.

Gotcha.

I slowly push open the door, trying to be as quiet as possible. The sight that greets me makes my heart swell. Ritika is crouched behind the shower curtain, clearly trying to stifle her laughter, but a stray giggle escapes her.

"There you are!" I exclaim, pulling back the curtain and scooping her up into my arms before she can escape.

She squeals, playfully slapping my chest as I carry her back to the bedroom. "Mahir! Put me down!"

"Not a chance," I chuckle, spinning us both around until we're dizzy. Her laughter fills the room, and it's the sweetest sound I've ever heard.

Finally, I set her down on the bed, and she tumbles onto the soft sheets, breathless from laughing. I collapse beside her, both of us catching our breath, still smiling like fools.

"That wasn't fair," she pouts, though there's no real frustration in her voice.

"All's fair in love and hide and seek," I tease, brushing a strand of hair out of her face.

She rolls her eyes but leans into my touch, her expression softening. "You're ridiculous, you know that?"

"Only for you," I reply, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

We lay there for a moment, just enjoying the quiet, the normalcy. It's funny how something so simple can feel so special. After everything we've been through, these little moments of peace mean the world to me.

"What do you want to do today?" I ask, tracing small circles on the back of her hand.

"Hmm," she muses, pretending to think it over. "How about we stay in? We could cook something together, maybe watch a movie."

"Sounds perfect," I agree, already imagining how it will go. Knowing us, the cooking will probably turn into a flour fight, and we'll end up burning at least one thing. But I wouldn't have it any other way.

"Or," she adds, a mischievous glint in her eye, "we could just stay here... like this... all day."

I laugh, pulling her closer. "Now that sounds even better."

We spend the rest of the morning in bed, talking about nothing and everything. It's the kind of lazy, blissful day that I've come to cherish. There's no urgency, no pressure, just us.

Later, when we finally decide to get up, I follow her into the kitchen. As expected, our attempt at making breakfast quickly devolves into chaos. There's flour on the floor, juice in the sink, and somehow, we've managed to burn the toast.

"You're hopeless," she teases, trying to salvage what's left of the breakfast.

"Says the woman who just spilled orange juice all over the counter," I retort, laughing as she shoots me a playful glare.

Despite the mess, we somehow manage to pull together a meal, and we sit down at the table, proud of our efforts. It's far from perfect, but it's ours, and that's all that matters.

As we eat, I can't help but feel a sense of overwhelming happiness. This is what I fought for, what we both fought for-moments like this, where the world fades away, and it's just the two of us, clumsy and in love.

When we're done, I pull her into my arms again, holding her close. As I gaze into her eyes, a mischievous grin tugs at my lips. "Baby... I was thinking... how about a tiny winy whirlwind around..a mini us?"

Her eyes widen in surprise, and then she laughs, a sound that makes my heart skip a beat. "Mr Singhania! Are you serious?"

I nod, still grinning. "Completely serious. I mean, we've already mastered the whole chaos thing. How hard could a little human be?"

She playfully swats my arm, but there's a sparkle in her eyes that tells me she's considering it. "You're impossible," she mutters, though her smile gives her away.

"Maybe," I admit, pulling her even closer. "But you love me anyway."

She tilts her head, pretending to think it over before finally nodding. "Yeah, I do. Always."

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