𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 #2
𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒
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Nitya Heer Tiwari had always been the strong one-the loyal friend, fierce and protective to her core.
But when tragedy strikes, h...
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A knock to the door makes me look up from my plate of chocolate croissants and coffee. I look at Aman in question and he shrugs.
Who is it?
After a tiring walk in the city yesterday, we planned on staying in our suits for the day.
Aman goes and opens the door to encounter my bestfriend and Jiju waiting in the door with Khushi, dressed like they are ready to go somewhere.
"Come in." I say wiping my hands in a tissue.
"Nitu I need your help." Shivi comes in carrying her daughter.
"Yes?" I rake my gaze over her gold, knee length evening dress and Jiju's in a dark suit.
"Can you look after her for a few hours?" She asks hinting Khushi, "Vihaan planned on to take me on a date tonight." She says looking guilty.
Poor her. She didn't get a proper vacation since her daughter was born. They both were tired as new parents.
"Of course, I can." I say and smile at the little bug who's giggling at Aman who has her in his arms bumping against his chest.
"Sorry for disturbing you Nitu. This was not our plan and it was sudden. Besides I could ask Ahana but she's a kid herself." She says tucking back her open hair.
"Hey it's fine. I would love nothing but spend some time with my little girl." I say kissing Khushi's chubby cheeks.
"Everything you'll need for the evening is in this bag." Jiju says as he keeps her things on the table.
"Dada will come soon, moon. Be good." He gently kisses her forehead while she smiles at him cluelessly. After more kisses from her Mama we both lock the door after them.
"How about some chocolates Khushi bug?" Aman asks as he goes towards the refrigerator to pick some.
"Choc!" She squeals throwing her arms up in cheers.
"Aman, no!" I say sternly, "She's still feeding. You can't give her chocolates." I say turning into my mama bear role.
He looks at her regretfully, "Sorry, little one. Your chachi is awfully bossy." I glare at him, "How about some cartoons?" He says already going for the remote.
