Once Upon A Wedding

10| Put your head on my shoulder

•And in your arms, I found my home•

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MAYBE THE WORLD IS COMING TO AN end, or maybe I'm in that kind of dream that I can't wake up from after the fourth pinch (I tried) because Ahaan Sharma being a gentleman was hard to believe.

A few days ago if you told me that I'm going to witness Ahaan smiling and cooing at the little girl with a running nose, and making her giggle, I would've laughed at you and recommended a damn psychiatrist for your mental health which is making you hallucinate shit, but seeing him doing exactly same thing was out of the world.

Gently wrapping his bulging arms around her, patting her back as he sweet-talked her to her calmness, Ahaan Sharma was making everyone swoon with his overdosed Cuteness and insane hotness.

And I couldn't take my eyes off him.

Even the mother of the girl blushed when he offered to help, calm the little girl by passing a very charming smile. Of course, the men went possessive over their women.

And the girl? It was as if she never saw a specified eye candy. She watched him laugh and make funny faces to shut her up. He succeeded.

Ahaan's dimples only acted as a catalyst to my heart rate which was racing miles per minute. Damn! There was something really hot and stomach-flipping about guys who are good with kids.

After a good amount of spending time in his arms, The little girl finally dosed off, Ahaan gave her back to her mother, who took her with shaking arms. I really couldn't blame the poor woman-Ahaan seems to have that magic on every single human with ovaries.

I watched him curiously, as he gazed a little longer on the girl with a tender expression adorning his face. And my fucked up brain created some disturbing images of him playing with kids.

Our kid-

NO! SHUT UP!

I had to gulp down the water and hide
my face behind a woman's back, while miserably trying to cool down my face. As I said, Ahaan Sharma was hazardous to my heart.

I dared to steal a glance at him and as if the universe was in some cliché mode, Our eyes locked. And as much as it sounds cliched, I didn't want to look away. There was something that passed between us, and that scared me off to the window. I looked away.

"Your husband is a generous man, You lucky girl!" The woman whom Ahaan offered to help with her child, turned to me. I stared at her for a solid sixty seconds, giving her a last chance to take back her words. She didn't.

One, he wasn't my husband, fortunately.

Two, he was in no way near generous. I like to call him the deadliest Satan stuffed in a handsome body.

My eyes went to Ahaan on their own accord and caught his smirk. Of course, he heard her. I stared at him blankly before my devil hub came up with something.

I grinned at him. Evilly. And Ahaan's smirk dropped instantly. He knew me enough to know that I was up to no good.

"How am I lucky? My husband is impotent and his longing for kids is taking a toll on his health." Me being me, muttered in a sad voice, putting Bollywood over actors to shame. The woman's smile faded and sympathy came as she glanced at Ahaan. I was speaking low, so he couldn't hear what I was saying. "Last time when we boarded a train, he hid someone's kid in under his shirt and then- Oh wait where are you going? Miss! List-"

The lady grabbed her husband's hand, clutched her sleeping girl to her chest, and dashed away, God knows where- Not before giving Ahaan a stink eye that made him frown. The others who heard my mind-blowing back story, watched Ahaan cautiously, while the poor guy stared at them in confusion.