His Unexpected, Crazy Wife! || ✔

|Postlude|

#Fun Fact - The original name for the search engine Google was Backrub. It was renamed Google after the googol, which is the number one followed by 100 zeros.

"That's nice, urr," Shivaay dragged his wordings as he glanced over the brunt dish that laud on top of the countertop. "Could have been better thou." He whispered lowly.

"What do you mean?" Khanna snarled, glaring at his employer's son and also his punching bag may be to bully him.

Disdainfully Shivaay eyed the same, Khanna told him that was Hawaiian-style pizza but for him, it was specifically looking similar to jala hua roti.

Making a few faces, which Khanna found comical, Shivaay tasted it. He clenched his jaws as the burnt flavour reached his taste bud. He was in a fix, seconds away from washing his mouth with some dessert after puking but he didn't want to hurt Khanna.

"I'm going, to be frank-" he gulped the chunk hard, "-it's yuck. And I hate it. And don't ever try cooking!"

Hearing it Khanna pounced on Shivaay just like a tiger on its prey. Shivaay shrieked as Khanna's hands wrapped around his neck, strangling him.

"Be a little delicate." Omkara walked into the kitchen, holding his son's wrist carefully. Glancing at the idiots ahead of him, he lifted his son and settled him on the countertop. "He has a newly birthed wife and two cute babies."

"Yes, boss!" Khanna agreed but didn't loosen his hold on him.

"Om that's striking me from behind." Shivaay widened his eyes screaming his lungs. "Remember you are my brother and you must support me. Not him!"

"But bade papa you didn't support Ru chachu." Aarush slowly involved himself by tapping his chin to show that he was thinking.

"That's different!" Shivaay quickly added not wanting to get stuck with the devil himself.

Om muffled his laughter.

"Okay, but I feel apollo- apologetic to chachu." Khanna raised his brows hearing high-standard words from the little boy that he to date couldn't pronounce.

"Why so?" Shivaay asked devouring the water. Well after the effects of tasting Khanna's handmade pizza.

"He told me he would get me Chachi but she kicked him out. He cried." Aarush said sadly showing how much sad he was.

"That was bound to happen," Om confided.

"If you didn't go to your sasural next few minutes ma'am might kick you like Ru baba was," Khanna commented with a noiseless laugh earning a punch on his face and a scowling look from Shivaay.

"Well, that's also true." Om smilingly calculated.

"Yeah." Shivaay nodded his head positive and began to rub the invisible dust particles on his tee. "Hey devil you coming?" He asked turning towards Aarush.

"I'm not a devil." Aaru jumped on his feet and stomped.

"Coming?"

"Yeah." He chirped. "I wanted a sister." He pouted looking down and shuffling his legs.

"Ask your chachu. He is an expert on those matters." Shivaay told washing his hands in the sink and proceeded to wipe his wet fingers on the hand towel.

"Yeah?" Happily, Aaru raised his head.

"Yup. Probably you should ask your to-be Chachi." Om shrugged and advised.

"Aren't you guys skilled in bringing me a sister? Like him?"

"Well unfortunately I and your daddy aren't unskilled. We are unlikely to have performed it well." Om punched Shivaay's shoulder for talking about something which wasn't supposed to address about it with a child, especially a five-year-old hyper-question-raiser.