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I hear what the twins have said to Aksh, and I also acknowledge the probable reason why he has refuted their demands. However, without reacting to anything, I go ahead with Viti. She has asked if she can purchase some warm clothes for her Didi.
When I bowed my head, it was to tell the visible eyes of the world that she was to be worshiped. Her word is everyone's command. I never intended to execute my message in the middle of the mall. With no one in particular yet, it happened so naturally, so organically.
When she twirled and blushed with that redness on her cheeks, there was this most incorrigible genuine resemblance to Mata Rani. It is not like I would ever let anyone treat her like she is not one. But she is. A true one at that. My actions were so spontaneous; it was a gesture that came directly out of my heart and soul.
Though I will have to confirm the veil of what had followed a few minutes before, This much security must have sent a cynical sign to the rivals. In just a matter of time, I will witness their spies on my property, under my nose. Fun is on the way.
Optimistically, those behind the doors will reveal themselves as well, disguised as either friends or foes.I prefer friends. It is always a delight to make people lose in their own games. Spawning them to taste their own medicines brings the real acumen inside you. Moreover, they sent a powerful message to the world about how dumb they were before the Singh Brothers. My victory is never mine; it is the result of the result of the efforts of my brothers.
"Bhaiyaaa"
"Loths" (clothes)
"Yes, baby, what type of clothes do you wish for your didi?" I inquire because, when I look around the rows, those are all glutted in short dresses or similar. In the office, I have seen women dolled up in such clothes. As Akul put it, they have too much heat in them to get affected by the cold and brutal cold breeze in the freezing winters of Delhi in such short dresses.
"I no know." (I do not know.)
This is getting difficult. I do not even have a blurry idea of what she would prefer, and I also wish no discomfort for someone who fended my baby when she might herself be in peril, or anyone for that matter.
I called a saleswoman. She probably has some assistance here for me.
"Welcome, sir."
I nod.
"Welcome, cutie," Viti shyly gazes at her and whispers in a barely audible voice.
"Thak you" and instantly hides in my chest.
"Awww, you are so pretty." That saleswoman squeals.
"Thak you"
"Bhaiya, say I, princess."
"My goodness, your cuteness. And certainly your brother is precise." Had it been another time, I would not have tolerated this much talk from someone when I needed their assistance. This is different here; she is applauding my Preciosa, and I will not interfere. My baby deserves more than this.
Viti, not exactly grasping the meaning of her words, looks at me. I passed a small smile to her. And give my attention to the saleswoman.
"Bring non-revealing and appropriate clothes for this weather."
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Bonds
General FictionA person in his one eventful life goes through a lot of emotions and feels each of them with a different bond. Unconditional love for family, unwavering support with that one only friend who has been with him through thick and thin, painful heartbre...
