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A week later, the Deewan mansion was decorated like never before.

Soft golden lights framed the marble pillars, flower garlands hung over the entrance, and the air carried the fragrance of jasmine and sandalwood.

For once, the mansion — once feared for its silence — echoed with laughter, lullabies, and the tiny cries of three little miracles.

Poornima sat gracefully on the decorated sofa, wearing a soft pink silk saree, her smile brighter than any ornament.

Beside her stood Veeresh, looking proud in a cream sherwani.

His guards — the same men who once carried weapons — were now holding trays of sweets and toys.

> “Sir,” one of them whispered nervously, “you said you’ll name the babies yourself.”

Veeresh nodded, glancing at Poornima, who smiled encouragingly.

He took a deep breath and walked forward.

> “These three,” he began, “are the reason I started believing in love again.”

Poornima’s eyes softened as he continued.

He gently picked up his daughter first — wrapped in a lilac blanket.

Her small hand clutched his finger tightly, as if recognizing him already.

> “She’s our first queen,” he said with pride. “Her name will be Aaradhya Veeresh Deewan — because she’s the one we’ll always worship with love.”

Poornima smiled tearfully, kissing their daughter’s forehead.

Then Veeresh lifted one of the boys — who was staring up with wide, curious eyes.

> “This one,” he said softly, “has my glare already.”

Everyone laughed.

> “He’ll be Aarav Veeresh Deewan — calm outside, storm inside.”

And finally, he picked up the youngest — the one who wouldn’t stop fidgeting.

> “And this little troublemaker,” Veeresh chuckled, “will be Arjun Veeresh Deewan — strong, brave, and already kicking my hand.”

Poornima laughed through her tears.

> “They’re perfect names, Veeresh.”

He turned to her, his expression softening.

> “You made me a father, Ruby. I wanted their names to carry a piece of both of us.”

The guests clapped, the pandit completed the rituals, and sweets were distributed.

Veeresh’s mansion — once a fortress of fear — now felt like a home filled with warmth, laughter, and baby giggles.

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Later that evening, Poornima was feeding the babies when Veeresh came up behind her, resting his chin on her shoulder.

> “You look beautiful, Mrs. Deewan,” he whispered.

> “Flirting again?” she teased. “Be careful, the babies are watching.”

> “Let them learn how much their father loves their mother,” he said, smirking.

Poornima blushed.

> “Veeresh, you’ve changed so much.”

> “You changed me, Ruby,” he said softly, brushing her hair aside.

“Before you, I ruled the world through fear.

Now, I’d rather build one with love — with you, and them.”

She smiled, eyes glistening.

> “You already did, my Don.”

Veeresh chuckled.

> “Then my queen, prepare — because this empire of ours is only just beginning.”

Poornima leaned into him, their babies sleeping peacefully between them — the perfect ending to a war-torn love story, and the beginning of a new legacy.