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𝟒𝟒| 𝐂𝐮𝐩𝐜𝐚𝐤𝐞 & 𝐌𝐨𝐦𝐨

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Apologies, I just couldn't get myself to write but here it is.

We're back at the mansion. Papa has arranged a pooja for all of us, especially for me and Aishu and also it's papa's birthday party tomorrow.

It's been so long I'm going to attend a richass party or better I say it would be my first after ages. A social gathering would or may distract me from what I have been constantly thinking.

It's just Iva isn't being Iva. It feels like he's constantly hiding something from me. It's not like he isn't giving me complete attention and love, it's just his actions are speaking louder than words. He can't lie to me just like I can't to him.

Here my husband got me a designer, from simple to heavy lehengas or better I say a complete luxury designer showroom of such pieces. After battling with my mind, I chose to wear a blue and pink embroidery lehenga. It's kinda heavy but after all why wear a lehenga when it isn't heavy and secured with Cancan's.

It has a deep V line blouse at the front showing off a bit of cleavage. It would be a sight to watch Iva drooling over me. A new hobby I developed which is to tease the life out of him. I got into a lehenga fixing the dupatta from the top with thin pleats and tucked it near my navel flowing from behind. The makeup artists did a good job, a natural look on my face with glitter sparkles at the corners of my eyes and winged eyeliner.

I let my hair with slight curls at the end, a not so heavy choker which was given by Choti maa and studs with pink glasses bangles. I glanced at my reflection and I left after blowing a kiss to myself.

"Mum- mumma, sam-same," My baby Angel she twirled around in her lehenga. Well we're twinning today and yes we will surprise Iva. He doesn't have an idea about it and I'm sure he's gonna freak out. I leaned and pressed a kiss on forehead and applied the kajal behind her eyes, casting evil eyes off.

"Mera bacha, apni mumma pe gaya he sundar sundar," I murmured, fixing her dupatta so that she doesn't trip down.

"Matchy matchy mumma,"she shrieked, she pecked my lips and touched her lips with her little fingers. Her chin wobbled, not finding any lipstick stains.

I chuckled and got a cherry lip balm. "lip sti-sti," she tried to mutter but my baby failed.

"Yes Aishu, lipstick," I replied, while she pouted and her blue orbs glistened with excitement. She held my shoulders for support and pouted. I applied the lip balm on her lips gently while she pressed her lips together, spreading it perfectly.

"Where did you learn this from, shaitaan,"

"Haww mummaaa, Ishi buaa do-does this,"

and thus it proves, she really observes every action. Dadda's girl.

Isha and Kia walked carrying a bunch of gifts. Isha was wearing a royal pink sharara while Kia was in a dark red lehenga. They both clinged onto me making me stumble back.