Promised Love

Bonus Chapter

This chapter is dedicated to everyone who commented and PMed me asking for a bonus chapter. I love that you guys were so invested in the story ❤️❤️

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Seven years later

I watch in annoyance as my six year old daughters stand next to each other, heads raised high and arms crossed against their chest in a rebel pose.

They want to wear lehengas to their Parent-teacher meeting. And heaven forbid I thought six year olds could be sweet, these little monsters are filled with stubbornness. And who have they inherited it from? Well I guess I can't blame them alone when both their parents are insufferably stubborn themselves.  Parenthood changes that though. I have come to realise parenthood changes a lot of things.

Sighing, I force a stern look before pining my ridiculous daughters under my cut-the-drama gaze. A look I have perfected over time. 

"I am repeating myself for the last time." I cross my arms mimicking their stance, "Lehengas are not meant to be worn to PTMs. Lehengas are for special occasions like your mamu's wedding we'll be going to this evening."

Aashna, older by four minutes, stomps her foot on the ground. "Please mumma! Please, please, please! We promise we'll eat all our vegetables for the whole next..." She thinks over what to say next, probably deciding on the timeframe that will be negotiable to both of us.
"Two weeks!" She announces finally.

She tightly nudges her sister too, so that she can also reaffirm the point.

"Yes mumma, please, please!" Aira pouts.

I crack a smile despite myself. They are too cute for their own good. Ashana with her dark wavy locks, pale face and doe eyes has a striking resemblance to me already. Infact, my mother says I looked exactly like her when I was her age. While Aira-

"What are my darlings up to?" Abhimanyu sings stepping around me and lifting his daughters up.

"Look at them, they aren't listening to me." I drop onto the sofa and start folding the scattered clothes my little monsters had thrown around during their tantrum, "Now you only convince them, they want to wear lehenga to their PTM."

Abhimanyu laughs. He starts smooth talking them in the special tone of his voice that he only saves for our daughters, I  watch silently.

In no time he has somehow managed to convince them. A magic ability only he has. I guess at the end of the day, to them I will always be the kicking screaming lady who brought them into the world and he the tearful softly cooing man
who held them while I slept of labour exhaustion.

"Come on now, go and give mumma a big kiss. Go on." Abhimanyu stage whispers. Our girls giggle and run to me, each of them placing noisy kisses on my cheek.

"Sorry mumma. We'll not trouble you again." They say sincerely. I relent and hug them back, before ushering them to their room to get them dressed.

Two hours later, the four of us stand in front of Ashana and Aira's school- a building painted white and maroon. We pass the swimming pool which Aira points to and explains is the same one she swims in every week when they have their activities period.
The girls guide us up the stairs and into their classroom which is empty except for the Class teacher.

"Good morning Sumedha ma'am!"  Ashana greets joyfully. Aira follows, smiling shyly. Out of them, Ashana is the confident extrovert one, the rebel, while Aira the shy, obedient one. They differ in personalities, like most twins do and one of the only few things they have in common is their wavy hair and that both of them love brownies. Otherwise in appearance Aira doesn't exactly resemble anyone from our extended families. Her features are a mixture from both of our sets of families.