The morning light filtered through the soft white curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. The gentle sound of chirping birds blended with the cool, crisp air that filled the space, creating a peaceful and serene atmosphere. This was the same room where, on most mornings, Viyansh and Vaidehi would wake up intertwined in each other's arms, but today, everything was different.
Their once serene mornings had now evolved into a beautiful chaos. Viyansh lay on one side of the bed, while Vaidehi was on the other, separated by their small but lively bundle of joy. Little Vaidaksh had claimed the center, sprawled in a way only a child could manage—his tiny legs wrapped around Vaidehi’s waist, his arm draped across her chest, and his head nestled comfortably against her heart.Vaidehi, with a motherly instinct, had her hand protectively wrapped around his small frame, her fingers brushing gently against his back, even as she slept. On the other side, Viyansh slept soundly with Viyakshi resting entirely on his chest. Her tiny face was snuggled close to his neck, her rhythmic breathing syncing with his in the peaceful morning air. Viyansh’s large, protective hands gently cradled her as she slumbered, completely at ease in her father's embrace.Viyana, their little bundle of energy, was nestled between Viyansh and Vaidaksh, but in her own unique style. She was fast asleep upside down, her small head resting near Viyansh’s waist, her arms stretched above her head, resting on her father's side. Her legs, however, were sprawled across Vaidaksh’s face in the most comical position. Despite her strange arrangement, she slept soundly, completely oblivious to the discomfort she was causing. Vaidaksh, still half-asleep, felt the annoying tickle of Viyana’s leg on his face and instinctively shrugged it off. Unfortunately for Viyansh, this sent Viyana’s tiny foot straight onto his cheek. Poor Viyansh was greeted with an unexpected slap from his daughter in the early morning hours. He groggily placed his hand on his cheek, feeling the small impact but smiling softly once he realized it was Viyana’s leg that had struck him. Amused by the situation, Viyansh slowly opened his eyes and turned to look at his little girl, who was still fast asleep in the most inappropriate, yet endearing position. Her innocence and carefree sleep made him chuckle lightly.
Viyansh gently adjusted Viyana’s leg, moving it back onto the bed without waking her. Carefully, he sat up with Viyakshi still nestled in his arms. Once he placed her down softly beside her sister, he scooped up little Viyana and shifted her into a more comfortable position, making sure she was tucked in snugly beneath the duvet. Both his daughters now rested peacefully. Turning his gaze to the other side of the bed, Viyansh chuckled quietly. Vaidaksh was sprawled over Vaidehi, his small body almost entirely draped across her, hugging her tightly as if she were his personal pillow. The scene was all too familiar, reminding Viyansh of how Vaidehi always clung to him in her sleep, practically in the same way their son was now. It was endearing to see the same sleeping habit passed down to their little one. Shaking his head with a fond smile, Viyansh gently pulled the duvet over both Vaidehi and Vaidaksh, ensuring they were warm and comfortable. With his family still sound asleep, he quietly headed to the gym for his morning workout. An hour later, Viyansh returned, fresh from his workout, only to find his little family still lost in the peacefulness of their dreams. The room was quiet except for the occasional soft breathing of his children, and Viyansh stood at the doorway for a moment, admiring the beautiful sight of his wife and kids resting together.
After taking a deep breath of contentment, he headed to the bathroom to freshen up. Today was a holiday, so he opted for casual attire—comfortable yet stylish. Returning to the room, just as he was adjusting his shirt, Vaidehi’s alarm rang. Without missing a beat, Viyansh quickly walked to her side and switched it off before it could disturb her peaceful slumber. Vaidehi remained blissfully unaware, still curled up with Vaidaksh, both of them sound asleep. Viyansh chuckled softly and thought about making a special breakfast for his family. He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss on Vaidehi's forehead, followed by tender kisses on the heads of his children—Vaidaksh, Viyana, and Viyakshi. Each one of them seemed to relax even more, lost in their dreams. Satisfied, Viyansh left the room quietly, heading towards the kitchen. In the kitchen, he found that his younger brothers, Viraj and Virat, had the same idea. They greeted him with wide grins, already in the process of setting out ingredients. Amidst the usual playful banter, the Singhania brothers worked together, cooking up a delicious breakfast. It wasn’t often they all had free time like this, and it felt good to be doing something together for their families. Viyansh entered his room quietly, the sight of his family still nestled together filling his heart with warmth. Slowly, he approached Vaidehi, who was still fast asleep. He leaned down and kissed her forehead again, this time lingering a little longer. As he caressed her head softly, he whispered.
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Whispers of Romance
RomanceA romantically inclined spirit, pouring all my fantasies into this narrative of mine. *************** In an arranged marriage, one hungers for love while the other flees for personal reasons. Will they ever find completeness in each other? Grumpy x...