Because two people fell in love................(STORY)

"Mom...............I am going to kill Aman bhaiya" Piya cried.
"He has my Barbie and he is saying that he'll make moustaches on her face."
"Aman , stop teasing your little sister." Oh! What am I going to do with these kids?

"MOM...!" Piya cried again.
I came out of the kitchen leaving my work in between, to the garden.
Aman started making faces and teasing Piya more, holding a black sketch and Barbie in his hand.

"Aman , stop doing this kid." Aman started laughing and opened the cap of the sketch pen.
"Boy you need a good lesson, come here. Let your father come home from office." I walked towards him holding my hand up as if I am going to hit him.

He started running, still holding the doll in his hand.
"Give the doll back to your sister."
"Piya come here baby and take your doll." No answer.
"Piya, sweety."
"I am here mumma." She replied coming out of the house into the garden.
She shouted holding a book high in her hand "Aman bhaiya, give my Barbie back or I'll tear your favourite comic into pieces."
Great, now my little girl have declared a war. What am I supposed to do with these kids?
"Ohhhhhhh.... no...., you wouldn't dare. “said Aman.
"Ohhhh.......Yes........just see how..." Piya replied matching her brother's tone.
Both of them started quarrelling at the top of their voices.
"Stop it kids." Now even I started at the top of my voice.
But both of them seemed oblivious of me.
Both of them have literally started pulling each other’s hair now.
"Oh for God sake children, what will our neighbours think that what kind of people live in this house." I was really angry now.

"They'll think that a very lively family lives in this house” said my husband who was smiling, standing at the door.
"Hey, when did you come?"I asked.
"Just now, or little earlier, I mean 3-4 minutes back."He replied coming towards me, with a big smile on his face.
"So you find all this funny?" I said, scowling at him.
"You were here whole time and didn't say a single word, these kids are killing me here." I said, this time getting more irritated then angry.
My husband came and stood in front of me, his smile turning into a big grin. "You know, you look very beautiful when you are angry." And my scowl deepened.
I could hear both my kids, still quarrelling but this time they have took their fight in the house. And as I started moving away from my husband towards them, I heard my maid "Memsahib (Madame), dhobi (laundryman) has come with clothes."

"So..? Why are you bothering me? Check the clothes and give him money from the drawer."
"That is why I am here, I checked them and he has torn one of your saree."
"Oh no! Not my green saree." That was my favourite saree.
"Yes memsahib, it’s your green saree." And then I heard something.
“Mumma.....Aman Bhaiya have broken the crystal vase.”
“I am going to bash this boy fine.” As I spoke through my teeth, my husband laughed his throaty laugh.
I closed my eyes in anger and frustration.
"I cannot believe this is happening. Why is this happening?"
I felt my husband taking my hands in his hands and kissing the frowns on my forehead, whispering in my ear, “This is happening because two people fell in love thirteen years ago."
I opened my eyes and looked at his face, my kids, and my home and again at his face.
And then a smile came on my lips, reflecting my inner happiness.
I held my husband's hand tighter and said," Because two people fell in love."