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(previously known as His Innocent Girl)
They say trust is the foundation of love.
But what if a word so simple, yet powerful takes a backseat?
Can a relationship be sustained without it?
To find out, come and dive into the story where a notoriou...
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Author's POV
"Vyan, come here" Mishka ordered sternly to the little guy who was jumping around in the nursery with his lower half naked.
Paying no attention to his mother's austere tone-of-voice, he scurried to his favourite spot, the tent set up in one corner of his room, filled with various stuff toys in which half of them has been already moulded in a disoriented shape. Courtesy- Vyan's drool, hands and a couple of teeth.
His nanny laughed shaking her head, amused by his antics. Mishka sighed and made her way to her little stubborn boy who had no intention of wearing his lower today.
She squatted and pushed her hands forward to grab him from his territory. Hoisting him up, she walked back to the bed, ignoring his whinings.
She never understands her son. Sometimes, he screams his lungs out if not dressed up properly, and the other time, he just want to hop around in his naked glory.
He is one moody guy.
From what her mother used to say, she was never like that in her childhood. She was a calm and quiet baby who used to fuss only over food.
No way in the world Vyan has taken after her, which only concluded one thing- he has taken after him.
She shook her head but regretted instantly as dull throb of pain shot through her head. She cursed herself for crying throughout the night for that useless and selfish man. Now, she doesn't even remember the last time when she smiled because of him. After him coming into her life, tears has been only her companion. She wondered, hasn't tear glands too got tired of producing so much of it's product?
Settling Vyan on the bed, on his feet, she picked up his small sweat pants, ignoring the daggers thrown to her way by none other than her son.
"Maa noooo....." He shook his head and prepared to get off the bed as he bended down but before he could be accomplished in his task, he was pulled back in a standing position.
"Vyan, stay still" she glowered at pouting baby who was forced to wear his clothe. She poured some baby lotion on her palm before patting softly and smearing on his cheeks , who scruched his nose and shut his lids tightly in response. "Wow, see my baby is ready for the day" she cooed and tickled him, inducing a hearty laugh from the latter.
"Can you please keep this in the drawer?" She requested to the lady standing beside her.
"Yes ma'am, but don't say please. It's my job to do things for him. That's what I'm getting paid for." she spoke softly.
Mishka nodded. "Okay, I won't. But you also don't call me ' ma'am'. You're very elder to me and I don't find it comfortable in being addressed like that. You can call me by my name." She suggested.
The lady thought for a while, clearly being in a turmoil but nonetheless nodded, reluctantly. "Okay, I can do that." They passed each other a smile and she picked up the lotion before placing in drawer of the dresser.
