Sitara's POV

8 Years later...

"Check the lights and the music," I ordered on the headset as I stood right in front of the ramp stage.

I was standing in the biggest hall conducting fashion events I'd ever seen. It was the Fashion Council's Lakme Fashion Event hall.

It was my dream to work with the Fashion Council of India and right now, I was one of the top ten fashion designers working with them. It had been quite a journey to step my way from the bottom to the top here. I'd learned a lot working with them.

These eight years were the best years of my life.

"Ma'am, we're ready to start the rehearsal." A crew member informed me on the headset, breaking my train of thoughts.

Today's rehearsal was for the biggest upcoming fashion event.

I felt someone softly pulling the ankle-length dress I was wearing from my right side. I looked down to find Tarun tugging my dress and Kristara standing next to him.

"Where's Dad?"

I smiled and ruffled his smooth hair which he obviously got from me.

"You'll see," I said, looking between both of them. "Keep your eyes on stage, okay?"

An innocent grin spread on their lips as they focused their eyes on the stage. I chuckled before asking for the lights to blackout.

"Are we ready?" even if I'd asked this on the mic, I turned to the people standing behind me. After getting the confirmation I nodded and joined the twins next to me to watch the stage.

"3... 2... 1... and go."

It felt like a movie scene was going on in front of my eyes. The music started in slow motion and the most confident and beautiful pair of eyes, sparkled as the spotlight hit them. The eyes and the man that I'd owed to adore forever. Kabir.

A burst of giggles and claps came out of the six-year-old carbon copies of their Dad and me.

It's the first time they're seeing Kabir and me working together even if it's our third time.

Kabir had signed the immediate next project with me after we got married. It was a great opportunity for him, even bigger than the first assignment he had with me.

But after a long period of time, we were working together today.

My assistant staff of designers standing behind me didn't hear much of a noise coming from the twins due to music.

But for me, after Kabir, it was them whose laughs, cries, words mattered to me the most. It was like a satisfying prayer to my ears to hear them laugh.

They both were so amazed by Kabir's skills. Just the way I was when I first saw him on stage.

He still had that killer attitude as everyone refers it to. He was the same old Kabir, whom I fell in love with, aside from getting more handsome and sexy.

Kabir was so dedicated to his job that he didn't even notice us looking at him.

"Mom, look at Dad!" Kristara came and stood in front of me, jumping on her spot.

"I'm, sweetie." I always am.

Once the three attempts of syncing the lights were done which was almost on point but not perfect yet, we decided to take a short break.

Till everyone was taking a rest, I thought about reading the emails I received from Estilo's headquarters.

My company was now branched in different parts of the country where it was nearly impossible for me to keep an eye on every move. Because of which I had to make a rule a few years back about having a meeting over a video call every month where the head departments will report me.

I shake my head, remembering the days when I started my work in a small apartment-like office with merely 10 people staff.

If I go back in time and tell my younger self, who's happy and struggling with a local assignment she got, that one day you will be the owner of the most influential and successful brand while working with the country's fashion council, my younger self would laugh at me.

Kabir's approached us, making my head turn towards him. He had changed into a white button-up shirt and black pants. Hair pulled back in style with gell. He came where we all three were sitting in the first-row audience.

His tensed body posture relaxed and a smile tugged at his lips at the sight of us.

"Dad!" Kristara squealed as Kabir sat on his knees in front of her chair. "You were so awesome on the stage."

Kabir just chuckled at the amount of excitement she was talking in.

"You looked like a lion!"

Kabir and I both laughed looking at Tarun's choice of words. I won't deny his observation though. Kabir does look like a royal king in every aspect of life.

"Well, thank you for your compliments," he said, glancing at me with a smirk.

God, his one look still does insane things to my mind and body. I quickly looked away from him, biting my lip to stop the smile.

"Dad, can I do that too?" Tarun, out of nowhere, asked. Kabir and I looked at each other and then at him.

"Do what?" Kabir asked, confirming what he just heard.

"The walk you did on stage," Tarun explained, grinning. "Can I do that too?"

Kabir's eyes again landed on mine. This time asking through my eyes if we can do that.

"Of course, you can."

Tarun's grin went wider and eyes glinted with happiness after hearing me. He quickly hugged my arm, mumbling 'Thank you' as he was sitting next to me. I smiled at how much such a small thing can bring joy to him.

Kabir was surprised but he was finding amusement in this too. After all, his son wants to do what he's good at. Why won't he be happy?

"Let's go then, shall we, young man?"

Tarun nodded and held Kabir's large hand. "Cheer for me, Krishi!"

"Of course, I will." His sister said, mimicking an elderly voice.

I laughed at their little interaction. Kristara was just two minutes elder to Tarun which she always used as an excuse to advise him when they play or study.

I and Kristara were again standing in our previous position. This time, we waited for Kabir and Tarun.

Just for Tarun's wish, they were going to do the last part of the performance. All other models were still resting backstage due to the break due to which the stage was empty.

Kabir was supposed to take a rest too but for Tarun he was performing again. He keeps proving how great Dad he is.

As the music started, Kabir and on his left Tarun entered. I didn't understand for a second what was different in their appearance but then it hit me.

Kabir had changed Tarun's T-shirt to match with his.

Tarun was barely reaching Kabir's waist but he was walking on the stage as if he owns it. Every step, every stern experience of his was resembling Kabir's.

Like father, like son.

"Yay, Tarun! You are doing great!" Kristara shouted in her small voice, jumping on the chair I gave for so she could see everything clearly happening in front.

Kristara's happy cheers and Tarun enjoying his walk on stage with Kabir was everything for me.

This is all I wanted my whole life. My successful career and my happy family.

These were the most beautiful moments of my life. I wanted time to stop for a while so I could cherish this moment.