His Wife

39. kidnapped

"Good morning , Mr. Moretti. Let's begin with the meeting." I greeted the man. He shook my hand with a firm grip.

"Good morning, Mr. Rathore." He replied back. We took our seats and the meeting began.

"Will be glad to work with you , it would be beneficial for my company as well as yours." Mr. Moretti uttered after the meeting which lasted for about 3 hours and forwarded his hand. I shook his hand firmly , nodding my head.

We both walked out of the meeting talking when my phone rang. I received the call.

"Hello ansh , your cupcake is fine and giggling now. Don't worry."

"Alright anya , let me hear his voice please."

"Okay." A few seconds later , i heard the melodious giggle of my cupcake. A huge smile took over my face.

"I love you my cupcake , and anya take care."

"No love for baby's mumma ?" I heard a whinny voice.

"I love you too , anya. Take care of yourself and of shivansh as well. Message me if you need something."

"Okay , bye. I love you and the baby loves you too." She made a kissy sound and hung up the phone. I chuckled at her antics.

"Your family ?" I turned back and saw Mr. Moretti. I completely forgot about him.

"Yeah , my wife and son."

"Oh great ! Your son must be cute , I guessed from his giggles." I laughed at his words.

"Sure he is , a cutie. I love his giggles."

"How old is he ?"

"5 months."

"Oh ! I am sure he must be cute. Congratulations new dad."

"Thanks Mr. Moretti."

"It's Lucas."

"Huh ?"

"You can call me lucas , Mr.Rathore."

"Call me rudransh then." He smiled and nodded.

"I will take your leave now , it will be nice working with you." I smiled and nodded.

"Let's meet at the business party tonight. Hope you will be joining." He nodded his head.

"Sure , i will be attending it. I am excited to meet your son. I guess you would bring your family, right ?"

"Absolutely yes , can't leave them alone." We both shared a good laugh and he left.

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Shivanya's pov

As soon as the door closed, Shivansh's face crumpled, and he began to wail more loudly , reaching out for his father.

"Oh, sweetheart." I murmured and kissed his forehead.

"I know, you miss papa already, don't you?"

Shivansh's cries were loud , his tiny fists clenched in distress. I gently bounced him, whispering soothing words, but he continued to cry, tears streaming down his chubby cheeks.

"It's okay, baby. Papa will be back soon," i said, kissing his forehead.

I walked over to the rocking chair by the window and sat down, cradling Shivansh close. I began to rock back and forth, humming a soft lullaby.

"Remember how much papa loves you, Shivansh. He's always thinking about you."

Slowly , his cries slowed down. I felt relieved. I reached out from one of his favourite toys , a colourful rattle and gently shook it from him.