Two days had passed, and within those quiet hours, something had shifted.
Ishaan and Tamanna had grown closer again—finding each other in moments stolen from the world, rebuilding something that had once been broken. Not loudly, not for others to see—but in soft glances, shared breaths, and long nights where silence spoke more than words ever could.
Morning came.
The family gathered for breakfast.
Vanya sat beside Troy, holding his hand while eating, smiling faintly.
Suddenly—
Tamanna froze.
Her hand flew to her mouth.
She pushed her chair back abruptly and ran out.
"Tammy!?" Sohan called.
"Hold on—I'll check," Riyana said quickly, rushing after her.
Outside—
Tamanna was bent over, vomiting repeatedly.
"Tammy, are you okay?" Lilith (Baneva) asked softly.
"She is… love," Ariz said, watching carefully.
Dr. Clara arrived almost immediately, kneeling beside Tamanna to examine her.
"Are you—?" Mrs. Rashi began.
Riyana's eyes widened.
"Ishaan did not—" she started.
Tamanna shyly shook her head, avoiding eye contact.
They took her inside for a test.
Inside, tension built.
"Is she okay?" Ishaan asked.
No one answered him.
"Is mom okay?" Vamika asked.
Trinetra and Arhant exchanged confused looks.
Then—
A voice exploded through the house.
"ISHAANNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Riyana.
"What did you do!?" Sohan demanded.
"Uh oh… Uncle is in big trouble with Mumma!" Lily (Neva) whispered dramatically.
Riyana stormed in—broomstick in hand.
"You foolish man! You couldn't wait till your wedding or after!?" she shouted, hitting him.
"Ouch! What did I do!? At least tell me!" Ishaan protested, dodging.
"Tammy is pregnant!"
Silence.
A cup fell from Mr. Kadeon's hand—shattering.
"WHAT!?" voices erupted—Meher, Anwesha, Laksh, and the children all reacting at once.
"What the—" Sohan started.
Rezaul quickly covered his mouth. "Lily is here, bro."
Sohan nodded, calming himself.
Ishaan stood frozen.
Then—
A slow grin spread across his face.
"Really!?" he said, disbelief turning into joy.
He ran upstairs.
"Tammy! Tammy!"
Inside the room—
Mrs. Rashi was holding Tamanna, who was crying.
"Please excuse us," Ishaan said.
They exchanged looks and quietly left.
He locked the door, then walked over, lifting Tamanna gently into his arms. He sat down, placing her in his lap.
"Hey… look at me," he said softly. "Why are you crying?"
"I…I…I am a very, very bad mother," she sobbed. "I ignored Vanya and Trinetra… and now I'm scared… will I love and take care of them…?"
Ishaan wiped her tears.
"God has given you a second chance," he said calmly. "You will be a good mother—to all your children… and to our baby. I'll be with you. Every step."
He held her hands tightly.
Then pulled her into an embrace.
She cried into him as he gently rested his hand over her stomach, pressing a soft kiss there.
—
By noon—
Sohan hugged Tamanna.
"Congratulations, love."
"Thank you, bhai," she replied.
Her children rushed in, hugging her tightly.
"I hope it's a girl so I can do dress up!" Trinetra said excitedly.
"Me too! And makeup!" Vamika added.
"Yes!" they both cheered, high-fiving.
"Tammy has a baby in her tummy! Lily will have her own!" Lily (Neva) announced proudly.
"Of course, love. How many babies will Lily have?" Rima asked, recording.
"8 baby girl… 1 baby boy… L…like Bahis and Lily!" she said confidently.
Aarav choked on his tea.
Nishi burst into giggles.
"9 babies!?" Sohan repeated.
"Ha! Or Lily have 4!" she corrected herself.
Rima sent the video to Nikolai, laughing.
Sohan hugged his sister again, smiling warmly.
—
At Nikolai's mansion—
He was surrounded by gifts.
Focused. Precise.
"Frankie, look at your son. He's so serious about these gifts," Mr. William commented.
"Boss, Rima sent a video," Damian said.
"Play it."
They all gathered behind him.
The video played.
"Lily have 9 babies… 8 baby girl… 1 baby boy… but 4 babies okay!"
Nikolai blinked.
"So our tiny queen wants 9 babies…" Hassan teased. "Will Capo handle it?"
"Maybe he can," Nirma added.
"Eight girls?" Darya laughed.
Nikolai leaned back slightly.
"I run two empires. I can handle 8 girls and 1 boy," he said calmly.
"Good luck, son," Mrs. Francesca smiled.
He chuckled lightly.
"Now go away. Don't bother me."
They left him alone.
—
August 13th.
Tattva Exchange.
The groom's gifts.
At Lily's home—
She sat quietly before her great-grandfather as he oiled her hair.
Nikolai's family arrived, carrying gifts.
They greeted everyone respectfully.
Lily was asleep.
Zahuril sat beside her, gently patting her hair while reading.
The gifts were placed in her room.
Her cousins—social media influencers—recorded everything, posting it online.
Dr. Liv administered her injection.
She was carried to her room.
No noise.
No disturbance.
—
At Nikolai's mansion—
He examined his own gifts.
Lily had arranged everything herself.
Even chosen his engagement outfit.
He smiled faintly.
His phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Long time, Nikolai," a voice said.
He recognized it instantly.
"What is it?"
"Congratulations on your marriage. I hear she's… special. The Queen of the Mafia underworld."
"She is the Queen," Nikolai said coldly. "No one else."
"Abellona came to us… offered a contract. To kill your wife."
Silence.
"Why tell me this?"
"She's my childhood best friend. When I saw her wearing the Ot necklace—I knew. I'm Bangal. She saved me when I was eight. I owe her my life."
"…Continue."
"I'm coming. We're enemies—but Baneva… she's my life too."
Call ended.
Nikolai stepped out.
"BRATVA SOLNTSEVSKAYA!!!"
"YES BOSS!"
"ASSEMBLE!"
Within seconds—Adrian, Sergei, Marco, Rohan, Emil, Hammad, Nolan, David, Jaxon, Enzo, Brandon gathered.
They moved into the meeting room.
"This is a trap," Sergei said.
"He's dangerous," Nolan added.
"We're already prepared," Nikolai said. "Weapons ready. Guards at Lily's house."
"…I don't want to see that man," he muttered.
Then—
"Sooo… do you like Lily's gifts, Capo?" Brandon teased.
"None of your business."
"Aww—he's blushing!" Rohan laughed.
"And 9 babies!" Emil clapped. "I'll spoil them!"
"I'll train them," Marco added.
Pillows flew.
Laughter filled the room.
—
Engagement day.
The mansion was heavily guarded.
Behind the house—
By the river—
Lily sat quietly, staring at the flowing water.
Wind brushed through her hair.
"Baby… are you okay?" Ariz asked, sitting beside her.
"Lily t…tired… bhai…" she whispered.
"I know… you miss Nani, right?"
She nodded.
"We miss her too. Come—I have something for you."
He lifted her onto his back and ran.
Her laughter echoed.
The family smiled watching them.
—
Meanwhile—
"Nikolai, there's a problem," Meera said.
"What is it?"
"Your great-grandmother… she's in India. She doesn't approve. No one informed her."
"…What part?" Vishal asked.
"Punjabi."
"Oh my goodness…" Rohan muttered.
"We'll handle introductions after the wedding," Mrs. Francesca said.
"After our honeymoon, we'll go," Nikolai replied calmly.
—
The engagement began.
Cars filled the estate.
An elderly woman stepped out—chewing paan, wearing glasses.
Amena Haq.
Zahuril's elder sister.
Draped in a dark purple cotton saree, adorned with gold bangles, pearl jewelry, and ghungroo anklets.
"Welcome, sister," Zahuril said, embracing her.
"Riyana?" she called.
They hugged tightly.
"I thought I lost you…"
"The groom's family has arrived!" Sarah announced.
All eyes turned.
"They're foreigners…" whispers spread.
Nikolai stepped forward.
Dressed in a dark forest green embroidered sherwani—rich, regal, commanding.
"He's handsome…" Amena's daughter whispered her eyes filled with lust.
"He is the groom. Watch your mouth keep your dirty thoughts to yourself!," Riyana snapped.
Nikolai looked up.
Toward one door.
Lily's room.
"Father… Neva doesn't want to come down," Nabila said softly. "She's been crying… calling Rhea's name…"
Silence.
"I'll handle it," Nikolai said.
He walked upstairs.
Step by step.
Toward the broken heart of his tiny queen.
And for the first time—
The Mafia King wasn't going to command.
He was going to heal.