The morning sun streamed gently into the grand corridors of Singhania Mansion. The marble floors shimmered like a mirror, the scent of fresh mogra flowers filling the air. For months now, the house had echoed with soft baby giggles, rattles clinking, and lullabies hummed by Ishki. The mansion that once held only silence, power, and the ruthless aura of the Singhania empire now lived and breathed with warmth—because of a tiny angel: Reevaa.

Reevaa’s First Crawl

It was a quiet afternoon when it happened. Ishki sat cross-legged on the plush carpet of the nursery, her dupatta tucked to one side as she shook a little silver rattle in front of her daughter. Reevaa, her big doe eyes glowing like her mother’s, lay on her tummy, her chubby little fists pressing against the floor as though testing their strength.

Rajveer had just returned from the university, his usual cold aura intact, files tucked under one arm. Yet the moment he stepped into the nursery, his hard expression melted. His eyes softened as they always did when they saw the two loves of his life together.

“Rajveer,” Ishki whispered, excitement flickering in her shy eyes, “dekhiye… she’s trying…”

Reevaa gave a tiny squeal and pushed forward awkwardly, her little knees dragging against the soft carpet. One… two… she moved closer to the silver rattle Ishki held out. Then, with a determined little sound, she crawled—her very first.

A stunned silence. Then Ishki gasped, covering her mouth with her palms, her eyes misty.

Rajveer, the ruthless mafia king feared by thousands, dropped to his knees on the floor. His jaw clenched, his hands trembled. “Meri… beti…” His voice broke as he gathered her carefully in his strong arms, pressing his forehead to hers.

Mihir rushed in at the noise, Samar right behind him, and even Misha peeked in curiously. The next moment, the room filled with cheers and laughter.

“Arre wah! Reevaa ne crawl kiya!” Misha clapped like an excited child.

Samar’s eyes shone with warmth. “Bhai, yeh toh ek nayi raah hai… your princess has started her journey.”

Even Zaar and Zara, the lion pair resting in the courtyard, gave a soft rumble as though sensing the joy inside.

Ishki’s hands trembled as she reached out to caress Reevaa’s hair, her heart swelling. She had seen students grow, she had seen dreams bloom, but nothing compared to watching her little girl take her first step into the world.

Rajveer kissed Reevaa’s tiny fist, whispering in a voice only Ishki caught, “No one will dare touch you, meri gudiya… Papa is here.” His eyes then flicked to Ishki, his obsession burning quietly. And your mother… she is mine. Always mine.

Reevaa’s First Word

Weeks passed, the mansion glowing with laughter. Reevaa grew faster than Ishki could believe—her first babbles, her mischievous hand grabs, her habit of tugging Ishki’s dupatta every time she wanted attention.

Then came the moment that changed Rajveer forever.

One evening, Ishki sat in the living room, trying to feed Reevaa mashed fruit. The baby stubbornly shook her head, her tiny mouth forming a pout.

Rajveer entered, loosening his tie after a long day at BHU. The moment Reevaa spotted him, her eyes lit up. She flailed her chubby arms, her lips parting.

“Pa… pa…”

The fruit bowl almost slipped from Ishki’s hand. Silence engulfed the room. Mihir, who had been reading nearby, froze mid-page. Samar blinked.

Rajveer stood rooted to the spot, his usually unreadable eyes wide. “Kya… kya kaha aapne, gudiya?” His voice cracked in disbelief.

“Pa… pa…” Reevaa repeated, this time with more clarity, stretching her arms out toward him.

The mafia king—stone-hearted, ruthless, feared across the underworld—felt his knees weaken. He crossed the room in two strides and scooped her up, crushing her to his chest. His body trembled, his eyes misted.

“Papa… main hoon aapka papa, Reevaa,” he whispered brokenly, kissing her tiny head again and again.

Ishki pressed her dupatta to her lips, tears spilling freely. She had seen Rajveer in many shades—professor, husband, protector, mafia king—but never this vulnerable. This raw. This human.

Mihir quietly wiped his eyes and looked away. Samar muttered softly, “Bhai… aap ro rahe ho.”

But Rajveer didn’t care. His heart had been claimed by a single word, and he knew he would burn the world down if anyone ever tried to harm the little girl who had just called him “Papa.”

Reevaa’s First Birthday

The mansion turned into a palace of celebration. White lilies and golden drapes adorned every hallway. Lights shimmered like stars across the vast lawns.

Ishki dressed her daughter in a soft peach frock embroidered with pearls, a tiny crown resting on her head. Reevaa looked like a little princess, her innocent laughter echoing as she clapped at the decorations.

Rajveer stood beside them, dressed in an elegant black suit, his cold aura intact for the outsiders. But his eyes never left Ishki and Reevaa. They were his kingdom, his entire empire.

Misha took charge of the arrangements. Mihir and Samar ensured security was airtight—every guest vetted, every shadow checked. Rakesh Singhania himself stood proudly, his usually stern face glowing with grandfatherly pride.

When it came time to cut the cake, Ishki held Reevaa’s hand, guiding the tiny fingers to the knife. But before they could, Rajveer placed his large hand over both of theirs.

“Together,” he whispered. And as the three of them cut the cake, the family erupted in cheers.

But Rajveer’s mind whispered darkly, No enemy will ever see this joy. No bullet, no betrayal, no shadow will reach my angel or her mother. They are mine. Always.

Rajveer’s Jealousy

But soon after the birthday, Rajveer noticed something that made his blood simmer.

Ishki spent every moment with Reevaa—feeding her, bathing her, singing her to sleep. At nights, when Rajveer reached out for his wife, he often found her fast asleep with Reevaa nestled against her chest.

One evening, as Ishki rocked Reevaa to sleep, Rajveer leaned against the doorway, arms folded, his eyes glinting dangerously.

“Ishki,” he said in a low, husky voice.

She looked up, smiling softly. “Aap aa gaye? Bas… Reevaa ko sulane hi wali thi.”

He stepped closer, his gaze sharp. “Aur mujhe sulane ka waqt kab milega, hmm?”

Ishki blinked, blushing. “Rajveer…”

He crouched beside her, his hand sliding over hers possessively. “Har waqt sirf Reevaa… aur main? Main kahan hoon tumhari duniya mein ab?”

Her lips parted, guilt flickering in her eyes. “Woh… main toh…”

Rajveer leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. His voice dropped, dark and commanding. “Main tumhara pati hoon, Ishki. Tum meri ho. Sirf meri. Main apni beti se bhi tumhe share karne mein jalan mehsoos karta hoon.”

She gasped softly, her cheeks flaming. “Aap… jealous ho apni beti se?”

“Ha,” he growled softly, nipping her earlobe in a rare playful act. “Jealous hoon. Tum meri ho, aur mujhe tumhari zarurat hai… utni hi jitni Reevaa ko hai.”

Ishki’s heart raced. She turned to face him, her innocent eyes softening. “Aap dono mere liye ek jaise ho… meri jaan. Reevaa meri beti hai… aur aap…” Her voice trembled as she whispered, “…mere pehle pyaar.”

That broke something inside Rajveer. He pulled her against his chest, holding her tightly. For a long moment, he buried his face in her hair, inhaling the scent that grounded his existence.

“Bas… mujhe yeh yaad dilati raho, bchcha,” he murmured, his darkness softening into a plea. “Ki tum meri ho. Sirf meri.”

One day when ishki was feeding reeva suddenly rajveer came back from BHU early...., "sb khud mt akele pee jana thoda apne papa ke liye bhi rhne dena babu.... Papa bhi toh doodh ke bhukhe hai na".... Rajveer said to reeva while looking at ishki who was feeding her making ishki shy and blushed like tomato.....

"Kya aap bhi".... Ishki replied shyly

"Kya hua.... Ab insan ko apne khane ki raksha toh krni pdti hai na baby".... He said with smirky smile......

One day ishki was completely ignoring rajveer as she was busy with reevaa.... Seeing this rajveer being jealous and needy for ishki's love and attention he held reeva in his arms and while raising her up he gently and playfully said,"gudiya deko aap mere saath yeh theek nhi krrhe ho.... Aap ishki ka pura time attention love care pampering sb akele lerhe ho.... This is not done baby.... Aapse pehle aapki mumma meri wife hai mera first and forever love hai.....aapse pehle ishki pr pehla hqq mera hai.... Pr aaptoh mera hqq chheen rhe ho.... Aise thodi hota hai baby"..... On which reeva smiled at first as she was teasing him and when he said, "lets do one thing time divide krlete hai.... Aadha time aap mumma ke pass rho baki adha mai rhunga.... Ok".... To which her expression changed in anger and she nodded in "NO"..... and then bite his nose to revolt against his dad wish as if she was saying "mumma is only mine"..... This made ishki laughed crazily as she was looking these all from far..... This was cute family moment

Happy Ending

The days passed, and slowly Ishki learned to balance her time—half with her darling daughter, half with her demanding, possessive husband. The mansion glowed with harmony.

Reevaa grew under the watchful eyes of her entire family, pampered by Mihir, spoiled by Samar, adored by Misha, protected fiercely by Rakesh, and loved endlessly by Rajveer and Ishki.

One evening, as the sun set behind the mansion, Rajveer stood on the terrace with Ishki by his side and Reevaa toddling between them. His arm wrapped tightly around his wife’s waist, his other hand steadying his daughter.

For the first time in his life, Rajveer Singhania—the cold mafia king, the feared professor, the ruthless ruler of the underworld—felt complete.

He bent down, kissed Ishki’s forehead, then scooped Reevaa up in his arms. Looking at both of them, he whispered in a rare, broken voice, “Tum dono meri duniya ho. Mere jeene ki wajah. Mere jeene ka haq.”

Ishki’s eyes shone with tears, her heart swelling as she kissed his chest softly.

Now ishki rejoined BHU earlier she was taking online classes..... Both rajveer and ishki balancing their parenthood with their professor career....

And in that golden twilight, the Singhania Mansion echoed not with the sound of power or fear—but with laughter, love, and the unbreakable bond of a family destined to conquer the world together. And being strong together of happy family forever......

The End – A Happy Beginning Forever

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