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18 | Would be Wife •

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Riya's Pov

"Once more?" I repeated, huffing in exhaustion to which my little nephew jiggled his hips positively.

"Bhabhi, yaar please play the previous song again, your son is hell-bent on giving me sore legs!" I groaned, stretching my muscles.

Who needs a gym when you have a one-year-old whose demands are even tougher than the gym instructor?

Currently, I was in Bhabhi's room entertaining Avyuktha with my gibberish dance moves, which lacked rhythm and synchronization. Bhabhi fed him his dinner for the day; his favorite mashed bananas.

These little munchkins always need something or someone entertaining them by any means, so that they can eat their meals peacefully without creating any fuss.

The dark reality of modern-day upbringing lies in the preference of contemporary parents to let their infants watch cartoons or poems on their mobile phones or televisions to get them distracted while feeding them. To some, it's a need amidst their busy schedules, and to some, merely a matter of convenience. However, there had been an unsaid rule at our place that we would try to eliminate Avyukht's screen time as much as we could, at least until he turned one.

Resultantly, whenever he is irritable or is given feed, Ms. Riya here prefers to become the uninterrupted source of his entertainment.

Anything and everything to bring a smile his way- whether it is singing, dancing, laughing, making faces, mimicking, sneezing, yawning, or rolling- we do all that keeps him distracted and engaged.

Nevertheless, I often find myself at the center of his entertainment, as he heartily demands no one but his Boo-Boo's weird dance moves, inflexible dance steps, uncanny comical face, and her not-so-melodious lullaby.

I was midway through the third song of the evening when I heard my phone ringing from my bedroom. Balancing a full-time job, an over-energetic baby in the house, and endless household chores, finding time to charge my phone is a luxury. After a full day's use, I typically plug it in during the evening to ensure it's ready for the next day.

My eyes twinkled with happiness when I saw my best friend's name flash on the phone screen. But before I could work on my instincts, my gaze inadvertently fell upon the battery percentage.

Unshed tears pooled in my eyes, earth swept off my feet, and my heart clenched when I witnessed that my phone's battery was still 15%, even after keeping it at charge for more than three hours.