Ruhaan leaned his head gently on Siya’s shoulder, his strong arm wrapped around her waist as they watched their daughter play with the twins on the soft carpet. His voice came out soft and full of fatherly love, a little emotional.

“I don’t want to get her married. She is just twenty-four… my little squirrel. I know she is mature, smart, strong like no one else, but still… she is our child. She will always be our baby.”