**Six Months Later – Yamuna Riverside Villa, Monsoon Dawn**
The rains had turned the butterfly grove into a **silver symphony**.
Every leaf dripped diamonds. The lotus pond overflowed, merging with the swollen Yamuna.
Rajesh stood under the banyan, umbrella forgotten, watching **Anjali** in the garden—nine months pregnant, barefoot in a white cotton saree, planting the **silver lotus seed** from Priya's third birthday.
Priya (now 3 years, 3 months) danced in the mud, wings replaced by a **raincoat with LED lotuses**.
Little Sheru (Pug form) wore a tiny raincoat labeled **"Big Bro Sheru – Delivery Day"**.
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### 5:00 a.m. – The First Contraction
Anjali gasped, hand on her belly.
Rajesh was there in a heartbeat—no divine speed, just **mortal sprint**.
"Time?"
She smiled through the pain. "Now."
Priya clapped muddy hands. "Baby brother is coming to play in the rain!"
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### 5:30 a.m. – The Monsoon Motorcade
The Bentley became an **ambulance**.
Rajesh drove. Anjali in the back, breathing through contractions.
Priya in her booster seat, holding the **silver lotus seed** in a steel dabba.
Sheru on her lap, growling at every pothole.
**Priya's Village** mobilized:
- **Neha** – live-streaming from a scooter behind ("*Supreme Daddy: Delivery Edition*").
- **Brijesh** – clearing traffic with Garuda Force authority (no talwar, just a whistle).
- **Dr. Iyer** – waiting at **Apollo Hospital, Gurgaon**, veena replaced by stethoscope.
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### 6:15 a.m. – The Delivery Room
Rajesh in scrubs, grey hair tied back.
Anjali gripping his hand like a lifeline.
Priya allowed in for one minute, wearing a mini doctor coat.
She placed the **silver lotus seed** on Anjali's belly.
"Grow fast, baby brother. The tree is waiting."
Doctor: "Push!"
Anjali screamed.
Rajesh whispered, "You fought time with me. You can do this."
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### 6:47 a.m. – The Cry
A boy.
**7 pounds, 3 ounces**.
Cry like a **monsoon thunderclap**.
Eyes—**one brown like Anjali, one silver like Rajesh's streak**.
Priya peeked over the bed. "He has Papa's superhero hair in his eyes!"
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### 7:00 a.m. – The Naming
Rajesh held his son, rain drumming on the window.
"**Arjun Kumar**," he said. "After the warrior who never missed his mark."
Anjali touched the baby's cheek. "And after the rain that brought him."
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### 8:00 a.m. – The Return
Home by 10 a.m.
The butterfly tree had **bloomed overnight**—a second trunk, smaller, leaves shaped like tiny hands.
Priya planted the **silver lotus seed** at its base.
It sprouted instantly:
A **mini lotus cradle**, glowing soft gold.
Arjun slept in it, wrapped in Anjali's old college scarf.
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### 12:00 p.m. – The Village Welcomes
**Lawn transformed into a monsoon party:**
- **Neha** – drone footage of the birth (edited, tasteful).
- **Brijesh** – filter coffee in steel glasses, now **"Grandpa Brijesh"**.
- **Dr. Iyer** – singing a **lullaby raga** on veena for Arjun.
- **Nani ji** – distributing **besan laddoos** soaked in ghee and love.
Priya fed Arjun his first drop of **honey** from a silver spoon.
"Welcome, baby brother. I'll teach you to burn rotis."
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### 3:00 p.m. – The Butterfly Blessing
The rain stopped.
500 butterflies emerged from the new tree, forming a **cradle of wings** over Arjun.
One landed on Rajesh's grey hair, dissolved into **silver dust**.
His streak now **fully silver**—a mortal crown complete.
Anjali whispered, "You gave up godhood twice. Once for her. Once for him."
Rajesh kissed her. "I gained a dynasty."
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### 7:00 p.m. – The First Family Photo
Under the banyan, diyas floating in the pond:
- **Rajesh** – silver hair, arms around Anjali.
- **Anjali** – glowing, Arjun at her breast.
- **Priya** – wings back on, holding Sheru.
- **Sheru** – bandana now **"Big Bro Sheru – Age 10,004"**.
Neha clicked the shutter.
The butterflies formed a frame around them:
**"The Supreme Family – Population: Love"**
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### 10:00 p.m. – The Mortal Lullaby
Rajesh rocked Arjun in the lotus cradle.
Priya asleep beside him, hand on her brother's tiny foot.
Anjali leaned against Rajesh, exhausted, radiant.
He sang:
*"Soja Arjun, soja rajkumar…
Tera aangan hai yeh butterfly ka jahan…"*
The butterfly tree hummed in harmony.
The Yamuna reflected two lotuses now—one pink, one silver.
**Day 565.**
No wars.
No debts.
Just a **grey-haired father**,
a **butterfly princess**,
a **lotus prince**,
and a **family that defeated time with love**.
**THE END… of the war.
The beginning of forever.**