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Trishalini POV

"They are beautiful," I could not stop muttering and staring at them—my babies. I never thought I would be having babies, especially with Abhi.

It had been a few moments since they had finished the first milking session. I smiled, looking at Daadisa and Maasa before picking one of them to give to Daadisa. She was way too emotional, and her tears were not stopping.

"My Raj's wish has been fulfilled. This is what he wanted. Now, I will not have any grudges against God," she muttered, putting the baby in her lap.

I smiled and picked up another to hand it to Maasa. She was emotional, too, but silent and awestruck.

"He is beautiful. Exactly as same as Abhinandan was when he was born," she muttered, and Daadisa nodded.

"The same lips and nose, but eyes are similar to Trisha. Big, doe ones," Daadisa muttered, and I smiled, tying the strings over my shoulders, covering my breasts.

I inhaled deeply as I wanted to meet Abhinandan and signaled the physician to send him in. He looked stressed and worried after my delivery. He cried, and it broke my heart. I could not see anyone suffering except him.

I did not know why. He was too pure and innocent to get hurt.

He came in a few moments and looked at me. I pulled the comforter a little up to my breast and signaled with my eyes to sit beside me. I needed him.

"Maasa, Daadisa," he said, catching their attention.

"Hn?" Daadisa replied.

"I think you should take them to Baapusa. He is waiting for them," he said, and I gulped nervously as Maasa and Daadisa nodded before standing up. We both just stared silently at the babies as they walked out of the curtains before looking at each other.

The physician also left us, and Abhi lowered his gaze for a moment before sitting beside me. I inhaled deeply, feeling tired and weak, and he just smiled, holding my shoulder to help me lie down.

"Are you okay?" I managed to ask, putting my head against the soft pillow, and he nodded slowly.

"Never try to send me away from you," he said, taking my hand.

"I could not see in pain just because of me. I knew you would not be able to see me in labor," I tried to say, and he shook his head.

"All I could not see is you suffering alone. Your life is everything that matters to me the most. Without it, nothing makes sense: this kingdom, kingship, people, nothing. I can do all of these things because, in the end, I know you are here with me," he muttered, lifting his gaze to look me in the eyes.

I sucked on my drying-out lips, and he leaned in to kiss my hand.

"Thank you so much, Trisha, you have completed me," he said, and I smiled weakly.

"I know we cannot celebrate and be sad at this moment. But I am truly happy," his words made me close my eyes for a moment.

"I know you are worried about Baapusa," I said and looked into his eyes.

"He does not care about anything now but babies. And, now, when they are here, I do not know what will happen," he muttered, and I noticed a tear rolling down his cheek.

"Abhi," I breathed as my heart ached with pain.

"I am sorry. I should not cry at such a lovely moment," he chuckled, and I shook my head.

"Life had never been this much unfair to me. I have become a father and on the verge of losing of my own," he inhaled sharply, "Throughout my life, I kept arguing with him on things, small things, stupid things, baseless things, big things, and we never settled on the same views. Beginning from the moment when I wanted to spend much time with my mother to the Nandani's wedding to Rudra, we both always stood opposite to each other. I never liked his opinions, and he considered mine to be immature. And, now," he lowered his gaze, brushing the back of my hand with his finger.

"And now, it's been nine months, and we have not argued over anything, and I feel that we never will. Everything feels so stupid now. I feel guilty about losing all the moments when we could have just talked, laughed, and smiled together during arguments. And, in the end, nothing matters. The things that we argued about do not even matter now," he said, and I gently pulled him closer to make him lie down a little with me.

"Everything will be fine, Abhi. His health will get better. The babies are here," I tried to say, and he shook his head.

"He does not even remember me; how will this get any better? I do not know how Maasa and Daadisa are so strong around him. Because I cannot. My heart just bursts with pain whenever I get closer to him—the moments that I had spent with him kept blurring my vision, spinning my head. I do not know what to do," he said, inhaling deeply, and I caressed his hand.

"I do not think I should say anything in this regard but do not lose hope. Do what your heart tells you to do and be strong, Abhi," I muttered, and he looked at me with a weak smile before nodding slowly.

"I will," he muttered and leaned in closer to kiss my forehead.

"You should sleep for a while. The night is getting darker," he said, and I nodded.

There was a strange heaviness in my breast. It was like it was missing the babies.

"Why did you come back without mangoes?" I asked, opening my eyes lazily. He caressed my hand, and, shifting closer, he looked into my eyes deeply.

"Trisha, you have a terrible habit of taking my love as foolishness. You know that I can do anything for you. And, many times, you have used your power wrongly. And, I swear if you were not in this condition, I would have punished you so badly that you would have to beg me to talk to you," he muttered, and I felt a scary shiver run down my spine.

"I am just joking, Abhi," I tried to say, and he shook his head slowly.

"Don't. Just don't joke about you. I cannot take it. You do not understand, and you never will," he said, and I immediately tried to cup his face with my trembling.

"Abhi, I am okay. I am never going to leave you. I promise," I muttered, and he inhaled audibly before biting his slightly trembling lower lip.

"And, do not even dare to think about it, either," he said, and I felt butterflies in my stomach. He was mad about me.

"Okay," I could only mutter in a low voice, and he came closer to kiss my cheek lovingly.

"I love you so much," he muttered, and I gulped with timidity.

"I love...," his gaze softened when he heard my words. "Your kids so much," I finished, and he chuckled.

"We have become parents. I cannot believe it. It feels so early but equally fulfilling," he said, and I smiled, caressing his cheek.

"How do you feel?" he asked after a small pause, and I looked into his eyes.

"My vagina is torn. I am feeling a bloody flood passing through it. I do not know how am I going to poop. My breasts are full of milk. My hair is disheveled. I am comfortable being naked with my husband, his mother, Daadisa, and all the attendees," he chuckled, "I am messed up," I finished.

He came closer, kissing my lips, and suddenly, the faded noise of the babies crying pulled us apart.

"They are here," I muttered, awaiting to hold them again. I wanted to hold them in my arms forever.

He kissed me again lovingly, caressingly, and pulled back to look into my eyes.

"I am falling in love with you again and again, every moment," he muttered, and I noticed the curtains parting apart and Daadisa and Maasa almost walking in.

Leaning in, he kissed me again, and I closed my eyes for a moment. This kiss lasted for a little longer.

"Trisha," Maasa called me, and he pulled back slowly. I smiled timidly, looking at her.

"Ji, Maasa," I replied and felt him kiss my cheek.

"The babies should poop in some time. I should stay with you to help," she said, and I smiled but shook my head.

"Maasa, it's really late, and Baapusa will need you. You should rest for a while," I said, and she smiled, shaking her head.

"Please, Maasa, when they will, I will send someone to ask for you," I said, and Daadisa looked at her.

"She is right, Abhishree; you should rest for a while, too,"

"You should also rest, Daadisa," Abhi interrupted, and she chuckled, nodding.

"Ji, Maharaj," she mocked him, and I tried to sit up and take the babies in my hand.

"When should I feed them again?" I asked, and Maasa replied.

"They were crying a few moments ago. And, now, fallen asleep. If they wake up crying again, feed them a little and wait for the bowel movement. Everyone is here: the attendees, nurses, and even the physician," Maasa said, and I nodded.

"Ji, you both should rest as well. It's going to be morning soon," I said, and they nodded before walking away.

I smiled, looking at the baby in my hand and the other in Abhi's. The lighting dimmed in a while, and many attendees rested. The babies were healthy and beautiful.

"Should I feed them again?" I asked, and Abhi looked up at me and shook his head slowly with confusion.

"I do not know," he chuckled, and I bit my lip, inhaling a deep breath.

"I think you should let them sleep for a while," he suggested, and I nodded. We both moved away from each other and put both the babies together. As they came closer, they turned their faces towards each other and tried to force their hand and feet.

"Aww, my baby, calm down; it's just a bed," I muttered in a low voice, tapping his chest gently. And the moment they touched each other's hands, they calmed down.

"Trisha," Abhi called in a low voice.

"hn?" I asked, lying beside them. He shifted on his stomach, staring at them with awe.

"They are exactly the same. How are we going to identify who he is? I mean, he is baby one, and he is baby two, but how will the identity of who is one and two be tomorrow?" he asked, and I chuckled softly.

"I do not know. Both are the same for me," I said, and he bit on his lips.

"I have an idea," he said, standing up from the bed and walking out.

Until he came back, I just kept gawking at them, noticing the beating hollow in their heads, the tiny hairs, beautiful and small noses. They were as pointy as their father's.

Smiling, I held his hand and opened the tight fist to see the long and dirty nails. They already had long fingers, definitely taking after his height.

Parting the curtains, he walked in and sat beside me slowly, without making any noise, and I noticed two kinds of holy thread in his hand. One was red, and the other was yellow with little threads of red.

He took a tiny part from the red one and gently held the baby's hand closer to him. Wrapping it loosely around his wrist, he made the loose but strong knot. Then, he broke apart from the yellow one and tied it around the wrist of the second baby in the same way.

"Now, we can know who is who," he said, and I chuckled.

"You know I am terribly exhausted but cannot stop looking at them," I said and smiled while putting the holy threads on the side table and lying down. Pulling the comforters up, he covered himself and the babies.

"How are they so silent now? They could not rest in the womb," he said, and I smiled.

"They are scared now," I muttered, and he leaned in closer and kissed their heads.

"You do not have to be scared. I am here to protect you," he muttered, and I smiled, closing my eyes as the after-birth was making me feel relaxed and exhausted.

Even in a deep sleep, my mind was constantly thinking about the babies.

But I woke up alarmed as the baby began crying. My sight fell on them, crying loudly for attention and their father sleeping peacefully.

As I watched him fall asleep, a slight smile appeared on my face, and I tried to sit up to hold the babies in my arms.

But, when they did not calm down for a few more moments, he also woke up and looked at them with confusion.

"Oh, the babies," he said and immediately sat up to take the one in his arm.

I caressed the baby's head and quickly undid my breast to feed him.

Meanwhile, he calmed down the other baby, by gently moving him in his arms. The baby in my arms began to suckle, and I could feel the feathery touch and warmth of his mouth.

He calmed down in a few moments, and I noticed Abhi signaling me to feed the other baby too.

Inhaling deeply, I took him in my other arm and muttered.

"Abhi," but before I could finish, he shifted closer and undid my inner and pulled it down to reveal my breast. As I brought the baby closer to my breast with my one hand, he gently touched my breast with his finger and without touching the nipple, adjusting it closer to the baby's mouth.

He cried out, and Abhi caressed his cheek to gently move it closer to the nipple. The baby figured out the rest quickly, and I just stared silently at their father.

How far had we come? Together.

There was a time when I would feel ashamed of being naked in front of him. And this was the time when I felt the most comfortable with him when naked.

He stared at the babies drinking the milk.

Leaning in, he kissed one's head. He could not reach the other, and I smiled, gently caressing the other's feet.

"Trisha, should we throw a feast for their arrival?" he asked suddenly, and I lowered my gaze. I stared at them, struggling and suckling to have the milk.

"What do you want?" I asked in response, and he looked up at me with a soft gaze.

"I want to throw the feast, but Baapusa's health is my concern. I do not want any mishaps," he said. Suddenly, I noticed the milk trailing down the baby's mouth, and I pulled myself away.

He started crying, and my heartbeats stopped.

"I think he drank too much," I said, and Abhi immediately sat up.

The other baby had already stopped drinking and went to sleep. I put him down and gently began caressing the chest of the other.

"I should have known better. They are small," I said, and Abhi replied.

"Trisha, calm down,"

I shook my head.

"How can I? He is so fragile," I muttered, a tear rolling down my cheek, and I noticed the baby vomit the milk.

"He is vomiting," I muttered, and Abhi immediately fetched a cotton towel. Taking it, I gently cleaned his face and started to pat.

"He will feel better now. The extra milk came out," he said, and I nodded, noticing the baby falling asleep.

Once he did, I put him down on the bed beside his brother.

"Ah, I need to pee," I said, as out of nowhere, my lower belly felt a little pressure.

He nodded, helping me step down. My knees felt weak, and I felt the blood flow increasing between my legs. Once I stood up, he quickly tied the inner over my shoulder, and I looked at Meenakshi sleeping on the couch.

"Meenakshi will take me. You should stay with them," I said, and he stared softly at me.

"Abhi, I will manage," I said, and he nodded.

Meenakshi took me to the bathing room. The first pee was hell. My vagina burned with it. Meenakshi helped me in cleaning and changing the padding. It was held there with the help of the thong.

The weather was getting chilly.

And, when I suddenly shivered, she looked into my eyes.

"You should wear your overcoat and wrap a shawl," she suggested, and I nodded, walking towards the bed. Abhi immediately stood up to help me sit down and pulled my feet up.

"Abhi, I am okay. I can do that," I said with a smile, and he looked at me with worry.

Meenakshi came back with an overcoat, a shawl, and a scarf to tie around my head.

Abhi took all of them from her hand, and she silently went away.

I tried to hide my smile as he helped me put on the overcoat and loosely tied all the strings over my chest and midriff.

"Trisha, aapke kesh sanwaar de?"

"Trisha, should I make your hair?" he asked, and I shook my head.

"So jaiye thodi der. Poori raatri jage hai aap. Thodi der me sawera ho jaega fir aapko samay bhi nahi milega vishram karne ka,"

"Sleep for a while. You stayed awake for the whole night. And, it will be morning in some time, and you will not get time to even straighten your body," I said, and he gulped silently, stepping closer and pushing the loose strands of my hair behind my ear.

"I cannot sleep until you would not," he said, tying the scarf on my head and then wrapping a shawl around me.

"Bacho ko thand na lag jae,"

"I hope they do not catch the cold," he said, and I tugged them inside the blanket and said.

"You should give them your warmth. After all, they love you more than me," I said, and a really wide smile appeared on his face.

"I also love them more than anything," he said, and for a moment, I felt a slight ache.

"Not more than me," I said, staring into his eyes, and his smile vanished.

"Um, haha, of course," he muttered and lowered his gaze, "More than you," he breathed and immediately looked up.

"They are little. This is fatherly love, and I am sure you do not want my fatherly love," he said, and I chuckled, laying beside the kids. I closed my eyes for a moment to bear the pain in my body after the birth and said.

"Come on, Abhi, sleep for a while," I said, and we two slept until the babies began crying again.

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