Today was the children’s school admission day, so Prithvi and Rianshi were in a hurry.

In the living hall, everyone was sitting downstairs—some waiting, some busy with their own work. Just then, Rianshi, Ansh, Anshi, Reyansh, and Prithvi came down, looking like a perfect family. Rianshi was wearing an anklet frock, and she didn’t look like a mother of three at all—she looked like a college-going student. Prithvi couldn’t take his eyes off her. He felt proud that she was his wife and the mother of his children, but at the same time, he felt a hint of jealousy thinking that others would look at her. However, whenever his eyes fell on the mangalsutra around her neck, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.