IT IS NOT A TRIANGLE LOVE STORY...
ᯓ★ADITYA KAPOOR
Age:-27 years
The Only Son of Manish Kapoor and Srushti Kapoor. The Sunshine Boy wants to become an artist against their family legacy. Heartbroken but still carries a genuine smile to make others...
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What would you do if you earned a lot of money? I would say I'd love to explore the world, immerse myself in learning about different cultures, and seek out exciting adventures. The thought alone sends a rush of excitement through me. Perhaps I believe the world is full of boring people.
Hashtag Monotonous routine.
Why do I think that? Because everywhere I look, I see people making money only to spend it on flashy cars. Seriously, why the heck are there so many vehicles here? After three loops of the parking lot, I found myself right back where I began.
Ugh!
I stomp my foot on the ground and glance up before focusing straight ahead. My eyes narrow-could it be you, buddy? I really hope it is, so I can skip the fourth round. Instead of leisurely walking, I break into a run.
As I got closer, my breathing started to resemble a marathon runner's. I slapped my palm on the car bonnet and craned my neck like a giraffe trying to spot a snack, just to check the number plate-Oh, my Volvo! My eyes lit up like I just found a pot of gold. Honestly, this feels like winning the lottery right now.
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I perched on the hood of the car, looking at an older couple, as Grandfather clicked pics of his wife.
Badi Maa (Aunt) and Pihu were inside the car, their voices a soft murmur as they chatted about the latest family gossip, and I could hear Pihu's laughter occasionally breaking through the closed windows.
Dad, Uncle, and Prudhvi hung around for a bit, exchanging light banter and discussing the latest developments in their work while waiting for Mom. But after getting several calls from their assistants, they reluctantly headed off to their respective offices, leaving me to entertain myself.
I turned my head back when I heard the door slam and spotted Pihu stepping out of the car with Angel in her arms. I quickly jumped off the hood and asked, "What happened?"
She gazes at me, weariness evident in her expression. I step closer to reach for Angel, who is eagerly leaning forward, her hands dancing in the air. With my arms outstretched, I exclaim, "My Babyyy!" She blinks her eyes, smiling. As I carefully lift her from Pihu's embrace.
I quite really don't get what's always with her trying to wrap her tiny arms around my neck. Her face turns into a little frown. I couldn't help but chuckle-well, more like hiss-when she tugged at my hair. Even though she can't speak, she definitely knows what she wants. If anyone laughs at her sad little face, she gets really offended.
I scowled at her for a millisecond before kissing her chubby cheeks. Softly, I urged her to rest her head on my shoulder, asking, "Is my Angel feeling a bit tired and sleepy? Hmm." She responded with a yawn, fiddling with my neck chain.
"Really?" Her mother then chimes in, "She's been in my lap all day. How did this little angel get tired? Shouldn't I be the one asked this?" I gently stroke her head, which helps her fall asleep much faster.
