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The days after the birth were filled with chaos — soft cries, sleepless nights, and a kind of joy Veeresh Deewan had never known.

He, the man who once commanded armies of men with a single look, now stood helpless before three tiny creatures who demanded more attention than his entire empire.

Poornima, glowing even in her exhaustion, watched him struggle with amusement.

Veeresh tried to hold one of the babies, but his large hands trembled.

> “Ruby, they’re so small. What if I break them?”

Poornima laughed softly.

> “You can hold a gun without shaking, but not your own son?”

> “That’s different,” he muttered, glaring at the tiny bundle.

> “No excuses, Don Saab,” she teased. “Now rock him gently.”

He did as told, awkwardly swaying side to side until the baby yawned.

Poornima smiled proudly.

> “See? You’re a natural.”

> “A natural disaster maybe,” he said, pretending to groan.

> “You’ll learn,” she said sweetly. “Because I’m not doing all the midnight duties alone.”

> “Ruby—” he started, but she interrupted with a grin.

“No negotiations. You’re promoted — from Don to Diaper Manager.”

Veeresh rolled his eyes.

> “This wasn’t in my marriage contract.”

> “It was in the fine print,” Poornima said, smirking. “You just didn’t read it.”

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A week later, Veeresh returned to his estate — this time not alone.

His guards, the men who had seen him command battles and destroy rivals, stood lined up in silence.

And there he was, walking in with Poornima beside him and three tiny bundles in her arms.

The men looked stunned. One even whispered,

> “Sir… they’re… yours?”

Veeresh glared lightly.

> “What do you think, I borrowed them?”

The guards immediately saluted — not to him, but to the babies.

Poornima couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of hardened men bowing to newborns.

> “Sir, they look like you,” one of them said nervously.

> “Poor kids,” Veeresh replied dryly, though his lips twitched with pride.

Poornima nudged him.

> “Don’t say that! They’re perfect — my little angels.”

> “And my little troublemakers,” Veeresh added. “They already keep me awake more than my enemies ever did.”

Everyone laughed — a rare sound in the mansion that once echoed only with power and silence.

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That night, after the guests and guards left, Veeresh stood by the crib watching his children sleep.

Poornima walked up quietly, wrapping her arms around him from behind.

> “You did good, Mr. Deewan,” she whispered.

He turned to her, eyes soft.

> “You made me something I never thought I could be, Ruby — a husband, a father… human.”

Poornima smiled, resting her head on his shoulder.

> “And you made me feel safe, loved, and crazy all at once. We balance each other.”

He chuckled softly.

> “You boss me around, Ruby.”

> “That’s love, Veeresh,” she teased.

> “If that’s love,” he murmured, kissing her forehead, “then I’ll take it — forever.”

The three babies stirred in their sleep, one letting out a soft cry, and both parents turned instantly.

Poornima smiled.

> “See? They already know how to call for you.”

Veeresh sighed with a grin.

> “Guess the underworld’s most feared man just got overthrown by three tiny rulers.”

Poornima giggled.

> “Welcome to your new empire, Don Saab.”

And in that quiet room filled with warmth, laughter, and love — the man who once ruled through fear finally learned the power of tenderness.

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