" 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐡 "
"Tell me Baby did he make you feel the same way I did"
He slowly moved his nose on my cheek and grabbed me by my hips...
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"Aadii, take her shopping." Shweta demanded in front of Advait. He sighed.
" Mom, ask her if she wants to go or not," He said, still drowned into the magazine. Diya glared at him. And whipped her head in the opposite direction, probably to curse her husband for being so bland and boring.
Shaking her head, Shweta dismissed his impossible son. She then turned to face Diya and gave her a dejected smile, but Diya just blinked back. Shweta is incredibly appreciative of Diya's understanding of Advait and how he consistently overlooks his small, bothersome behaviors. She always knew her son was an impossible being, and if it were for someone else, she would have evoked hell in his marriage life and probably would have left him just days after marriage.
But Diya has accepted the man with his flaws. She admires his capabilities, his perfection and his obsession with his work.
" Badi Maa, it's weekend. Can we go with Bhabhi? Since bhai is clearly not interested?, Aryan suggested making puppy face, which no one can ignore or say no to.
"Aashu, you want to go too? " Shweta questioned Aashika.
Aashika bobbed her head in positivity as her eyes gleamed. A grin made it's way towards her lips, flashing her teeth. She immediately rushed to stand beside Diya, wrapped her hands around her arms and Aryan stood by her opposite side.
Diya laughed at the Chipmunks.
" Maa, we'll go." Diya smiled at Shweta.
" Don't say yes to everything they ask, Bachhe." Niti's voice boomed from the background and the twins huffed.
" You guys better not annoy your Bhabhi or let her spend more," Niti glared at her kids. They both shrank at their places and clutched Diya's hands in defense.
" Choti Maa, Don't say that, please, They are sweethearts. How can they annoy me?" Diya ruffled their hair.
Niti smiled at her.
Shweta later turned her attention to her arsehole son, narrowing her eyes on his face, which had a frown on the crown, his eyes stern, and an expression all professional as he read the magazine, not giving a damn about the drama unfolding before him.
"Give them your card," Shweta ordered her son. Advait later removed his attention from the magazine after listening to his mother's demand. He pulled his hands through the pocket of his sweats, took out the wallet, placed the card on his mother's palm, and got back to work.
