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The hospital room was filled with soft cries — small, beautiful sounds that wrapped the sterile walls in warmth.

Poornima lay exhausted but glowing, her face pale yet peaceful. Beside her, Veeresh Deewan — the man the world called ruthless, heartless, untouchable — stood frozen.

In his arms rested three tiny miracles.

Two boys and one girl — their breaths quick, their fingers curling weakly as if already claiming the world that waited for them.

Veeresh stared at them like he was seeing color for the first time in his life. All the power, the money, the fear — none of it compared to this moment. His heartbeat was slow, heavy, and trembling with something new — a father’s awe.

Poornima smiled faintly through her fatigue.

> “They’re ours, Veeresh,” she whispered, voice soft but proud.

He turned to her, eyes glistening.

> “Ours,” he repeated, almost reverently. He leaned down and pressed a kiss on her cheeks, lingering there as his voice cracked.

“Thank you, Ruby. For them… for this.”

Poornima chuckled weakly, teasing even in her exhaustion.

> “You’re welcome, Mr. Deewan. But you better remember this gratitude when I make you do midnight diaper duty.”

Veeresh laughed softly — a sound even his guards wouldn’t recognize.

> “Midnight duty?” he smirked. “The King of the Underworld doesn’t do—”

> “—Exactly,” Poornima interrupted, raising a brow. “Now you’re not underworld king; you’re our kids’ servant.”

He shook his head, a small smile tugging his lips.

> “You really don’t miss a chance to boss me around, do you?”

> “Never,” she said, her eyes gleaming with playful fire. “You might rule the world, but here, I rule you.”

Veeresh leaned closer, his forehead brushing hers.

> “Then I surrender completely, Ruby.”

She giggled softly.

> “Good. Because next week I’ll need you to buy triple the diapers, and no excuses, Don Saab.”

He smiled, looking down at his children — two little princes and one tiny princess — and then back at the woman who had turned his darkness into something bright.

> “Deal,” he murmured. “You gave me an empire I never knew I wanted. My family.”

Poornima’s eyes softened, her voice barely above a whisper.

> “You’re a softie now, Veeresh.”

He chuckled, pressing another kiss to her forehead.

> “Only for you, Ruby.”

The three babies stirred, one letting out a tiny cry that made Veeresh panic and Poornima laugh.

> “Relax, Dad,” she teased. “You face bullets without blinking but a baby’s sneeze scares you?”

He sighed, defeated but smiling.

> “You’re impossible.”

> “You married me,” she shot back, winking.

And in that quiet room, with the scent of newborn warmth and the sound of tiny heartbeats, Veeresh Deewan — the man feared by millions — realized he had finally been conquered, not by power or war, but by love, laughter, and three little souls that carried his name.