The morning sun filtered through the carved arches of Vyomtara Manor, casting golden streaks across the polished marble floor.
Inside the reading chamber, Duke Varesh Vyomtara sat with a scroll in one hand and a cup of herbal tea in the other. Though matters of the duchy waited at his desk, his heart and ears were tuned elsewhere.
Soft giggles echoed beyond the chamber door.
A moment later, the door creaked open — and three tiny heads popped in.
Aryan, Sasi, and Aditya, each crawling at different speeds but united by a common mission: to storm their father's lap.
Varesh set the scroll aside just in time to catch Aditya tumbling into his chest, laughing uncontrollably. Sasi followed, trying to imitate his father's calm composure. Aryan, ever observant, crawled with quiet grace and rested against Varesh's knee.
The Duke smiled, running his fingers through Aryan's soft gray hair, gently patting Sasi's head, and hoisting Aditya onto his lap.
"Already breaking into my chambers?" Varesh chuckled. "Training to be little dukes, are we?"
Aditya squealed in delight. Sasi nodded solemnly. Aryan placed his tiny hand into his father's.
In that moment, the mighty Duke forgot his titles, his duties, and politics.
He was simply a father — wrapped in the warmth of his sons.
That evening, the manor gardens glowed in the soft orange of dusk. The fountain murmured gently, and the air was sweet with the fragrance of blooming jyoti flowers.
Beneath a flowering canopy, Duchess Elaria Vyomtara laid a soft mat and arranged hand-carved toys of sandalwood and cloth. The triplets waddled around — Sasi stacking blocks, Aditya chasing a butterfly, Aryan quietly arranging fallen leaves in patterns.
Moments later, Varesh entered the garden with a tray of fresh fruit and a peaceful smile.
Elaria looked up, teasing,
"You're late for your daily cuddle ritual."
He grinned.
"Forgive me, my lady. Duke business."
As he sat beside her, the three boys immediately swarmed them like playful monkeys.
Elaria cradled a tired Aditya, worn out from his butterfly chase. Varesh scooped Sasi into his lap, brushing a thumb across the child's soft cheek. Aryan leaned against Elaria's shoulder, his gaze lost in the evening sky.
Elaria rested her head on Varesh's.
"Do you think they'll always stay this small?"
Varesh sighed.
"No... but I hope their hearts always stay this warm."
And as the stars bloomed in the heavens, they sat together — mother, father, and three souls born from one moment of fate — wrapped in laughter, comfort, and a peace that only true love could bring.
The next morning, golden light streamed through the tall arched windows of the Vyomtara Manor study. Shelves of ancient tomes, scrolls, and celestial charts stood in reverent silence.
At the center, Duke Varesh leaned over a large sandalwood desk, his pen gliding across trade reports. Beside him stood Bhavan, the loyal butler, upright and still as stone, awaiting instructions.
"The eastern caravan was delayed at the Sapphire Gate," Varesh said without looking up.
"Adjust the ledger to reflect the shortfall."
Bhavan bowed.
"Understood, my lord."
Then — a faint giggle.
Varesh paused.
Tiny hands and knees pattered across polished stone.
Bhavan turned slightly, smiling faintly as the door creaked open.
From the shadows of the hallway emerged Aryan, Sasi, and Aditya — their ash-gray hair glinting in the morning light. Dressed in velvet tunics sewn by their mother, the triplets had clearly escaped the nursery.
Varesh finally looked up — and his serious expression melted.
The three were crawling toward him, eyes bright, arms outstretched.
"A surprise inspection from the young dukes themselves," he murmured, setting his quill aside.
Bhavan inclined his head.
"Shall I summon the nursemaid, my lord?"
"No," Varesh replied gently. "They've come to see their father."
He stepped out from behind the desk and knelt just in time to catch Aditya, who nearly toppled forward. Sasi tugged at his robe. Aryan, ever calm, placed a tiny hand on his father's foot.
The Duke laughed — a warm, rare sound that echoed through the high-ceilinged study. He scooped two into his arms and pulled the third close, holding them all.
A man who brokered treaties, commanded armies, and held the weight of noble power...
Now sat on the floor, his arms full of sons and his heart full of joy.
Bhavan quietly stepped back, understanding that no state matter could ever rival this.
Varesh looked at his children and whispered,
"You crawl into my heart every time, little stars."
The triplets giggled in his embrace.
Scrolls forgotten.
Seals left unsigned.
And for one perfect moment — the world paused in honor of fatherhood.
By midday, the five-month-old triplets had turned the halls of House Vyomtara into a crawlway of laughter.
Aditya gripped a low table, pulling himself up with determination — only to fall onto a cushion, laughing with pride.
Aryan reached curiously for a glowing pendant on Elaria's wrist.
Sasi clapped in rhythm with the birdsong drifting through the windows.
Lady Elaria knelt beside them and gathered them close.
"My little suns," she whispered, kissing each brow.
From the doorway, Varesh watched — the stern lines of his face softened by a smile few had ever seen.
In this manor of honor, banners, and legacy — it was not title or birthright, but the simple bond of father and mother's love that made its walls glow.