The Billionaire's Cure

•Chapter~41°

"I'm not jealous, I'm just passionately invested in your lack of interest in others.-"  

Author's POV

Manubhav tapped his feet in boredom and was shifting his position in a loop while flicking a glance to the door, in the hope to see his parents.

As his parents had gone out for a crucial meeting, leaving him alone to explore the vast neighbour's mansion.

The two little children of theirs were entirely engaged in creating a miniature world with mountains, trees, a sloping roof house beside the flowing water of river on a sheet of white paper with their crayons.

Manubhav on the other hand, had grown tired of making these kinds of drawings in after all these years and decided to let them continue on their own.

He secretly shooted a glance at a handsome yet stern-looking man, who was so engrossed in his meeting on the laptop that he didn't seem to notice his arrival.

The man's piercing eyes were fixed on the screen, he typed away with a sense of urgency, his fingers flying across the keyboard with precision as if he was tackling a critical task.

In a split second, he caught a glimpse of a young lady coming towards him and within a moment his eyes captured her captivating oval shaped face.

He wasn't even aware about her identity however, he couldn't help but stare at her, maybe it was the way she moved with such grace  that it could even drown the heaven in ocean of shame or the way her smile lit up the room.

"Hello there, little one, what's your name?" She in a placid manner put this unpredictable question in front of him, her voice like melody explosion that filled the air. 

"M-manu...b-bhav."

A tint of pink flew into his cheeks, he mumbled something incoherent, his words tumbling out in a whispered jumble and his eyes unable to handle the weight of shyness darted downwards.

However as he gazed down, he noticed something strange. His big toe seemed...hairy. He squinted, wondering if it was just a trick of the light, his gaze widened in astonishment.

In the next moment, his shyness morphed into fascination and he in a rush pointed at his toe.

"Wow! My toe has a mustache!"

He exclaimed being as much as surprise as snow in Egypt.

Aadrika tried to stifle a chuckle, but it escaped her lips and he snapped his eyes upward.

Her beauty became even more breathtaking in his eyes. Her dark eyes sparkled like stars and her luscious hair appeared to dance with the vibrations of her soft chuckle.

"You're just like my favourite disney princess, Ariel."

He voiced a soft murmure, his eyes shrouded with a dreamy shadow and a wide, gap-toothed smile adorned his scarlet, chubby cheeks.

"Thank you, little hun." Aadrika offered her recognition in a voice that was pure as a gold, her eyes beaming with the gratification.

When someone compliments you, it's natural to wonder if they have an ulterior motive or hidden agenda. But when a child praises you, then without blinking your eyes believe it!

As children see the world with unfiltered honesty and innocence, and  reminding you of the beauty and goodness they see in you. In the eyes of a child, you are enough, and their compliments are a precious reminder of that.

Aadrika cozied up alongside him and tenderly yet playfully tousled his locks and asked in a breezing tone of voice.

"In which standard you're currently studying?"