Shiv nervously entered the hospital where Ansh was getting treated at. He had contacted the doctor as promised. He closed his eyes tight, as the nurse took a blood sample.
"It's done Mr.Oberoi!"
"Err....how...how long for you to know?"
"To know what?"
"Err if I am a match?"
"Are you the father?"
"She says so..." he shrugged.
"Haha...Mr.Oberoi you are funny! Most probably it is a match then...let's hope for the best! Ansh is a wonderful kid...You have done a great job!"
"Errm not me...It's...Annika...she...she raised him...I...I wasn't around! I mean I didn't know in first place to be around..." He looked down at his feet.
"Oh then you should meet him more often! He's a charmer I tell you. He has all of us nurses here wrapped around in his little pinky!" The senior nurse, tapped on his hand, gesturing him to get up.
Regardless of the prospect of meeting a charming little mini version of himself, Shiv took a deep breath, and decided to make a run for it. He was not ready to meet a son who just sprung out of thin air. Hell he wasn't even ready to be a father yet. He was still just trying to be a good son. Besides, who knows if this kid was really his in first place? Tia was right, he should probably ask for a DNA test. But Annika was quite clear when she said, she doesn't want him to be involved in their life. After all, six years is a long time. Ansh is a little person already. He had no idea, how he looked, talked, or behaved like. Maybe I should just take a peak...I won't go in...I'd just...I'd just see how he looks like...
Unsettled in his thoughts Shiv, walked towards the cafeteria. The one before the private rooms, Ansh was getting his treatments at. He was really feeling the caffeine withdrawal, since he had to fast for eight hours for this blood test.
Shiv worked 24/7,day and night, and for him sleeping more than one hour was an utter waste of time. So he had gotten used to the habit of power napping,and living on coffee. He ordered a double espresso at the counter, when a grumpy old man wearing a white chef hat, rolled his eyes at him.
"Does anyone ever read the menu before ordering? Sir...We don't have espresso vespresso here....Only Chai or filtered coffee..."
"Err...fine...give me a coffee...any coffee..." He pulled out his card to pay, when the old man huffed again, pointing at the sign by the cash register.
"CASH ONLY!"
"I...I only have my card...I could do a cheque? Or a Bank transfer?"
"Sir...You must be kidding me a cheque? For a coffee?"
"It's okay...I'll pay for it!" A tiny persons voice interrupted. "Bansi Chacha...here..."
"Are...No no...Baba....How can I take money from you?" The grumpy mans tone completely changed and octave or two.
The small boy was leaning on the counter in top toes. He was wearing spectacles and had a cute smile. He had sleek brown hair, and bright big blue eyes.
"Bansi Chacha....Momma will shout at me if I take stuff from here without paying again so...please..." He whispered looking around.
"Err...Thanks but...I...I think I'll grab a coffee somewhere else..." Shivaay felt embarrassed to let a kid pay for his coffee. He was a millionaire after all. He can't possibly let this little kid pay for it!
"HERE...Your coffee..." Bansi, placed a large cup of coffee on the counter already. The smell of the strong black coffee hit his nostrils, and the temptation was hard to resist. He really missed his morning brew .
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Kismet...
RomanceShiv raining from an influential business family Oberoi's is married to Tiaga, who is the eldest daughter of the Trivedi's. They both were the eldest in their families, and understood what their union meant for their families. Though not in love, th...
