𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞: 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓

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Aryan POV:

"I don't care, Ajju! I'm done talking to you!" Maa's voice rang through the house as she stormed over and sat beside me, her face full of fire.

From their room, I heard Baa shout back, "Fine, I'm done talking to you too!" The door slammed, rattling the walls.

Maa didn't even flinch. I sighed, already knowing this was just another round of their daily drama. I asked softly, "What is it this time, Maa?"

She crossed her arms and huffed, clearly still fuming. "He dared to help that falling girl, Moonpie."

"After five rounds of jogging, I was tired and asked him for water. So, he went to the car to bring me a bottle, but he didn't come back for a while. I went to check on him, and that's when I saw it—my husband holding some girl by the waist, helping her stand up properly! And that girl had her eyes on him, Moonpie, my husband."

"I pushed her hands away and dragged Ajju back. And then, he had the nerve to say he was just helping her because she was falling. But he could have just pulled her hands, right?! Why did he have to catch her waist?!"

She ranted on without taking a breath, and I quickly handed her a bottle of water. "Maa, first drink some water. Then you can continue complaining, okay?"

She pouted but nodded, taking the water bottle and drinking from it.

Now, let me catch you up real quick. Hey guys, it's me, Aryan. Yeah, this is just another day for me and the three elders in the mansion.

Ever since we found out about Maa's pregnancy, Baa's been extra careful, taking her out for daily jogs. But every day, without fail, he manages to piss her off in some way.

Maa's been less active in mafia matters lately due to her pregnancy, but her possessiveness? Oh, that's still very much alive—and it's all aimed at Baa now.

Dada, Dad, Chachu, and I are all used to this by now, watching their little drama unfold on repeat. But today, something hit differently.

I heard sniffles coming from Maa, and that's when I snapped my head in her direction. She was crying—ouch. No matter what, seeing her cry always hurts me.

Without a second thought, I stormed upstairs, practically breaking down their door. "ARJUN JAIDEV SOORYAVANSHI, GET YOUR ASS DOWNSTAIRS RIGHT NOW!" I shouted.

"If you don't come down and fix this before Maa sheds another tear, I swear you'll regret it! Do you really want me after you?"

At the sound of my voice, Baa immediately rushed downstairs. When he saw Maa crying, his eyes widened, and without a second's hesitation, he went to her in a flash.

In the blink of an eye, he had scooped her up into his arms, carefully cradling her like she was made of glass. Maa buried her face in his neck, sobbing quietly as he whispered soft reassurances, rubbing her back gently.

"I'm sorry, love," Baa murmured in her ear, his voice soft. "I didn't mean to upset you."

I watched them for a moment, rolling my eyes as I cooed at their cuteness.

Then, I headed to the kitchen to fetch Maa's morning medicine for her nausea, which the doctor said would reduce by the second trimester. When I returned, I handed Maa the pills and watched as she took them.

She pinched my cheeks fondly. "After all, my Moonpie is the best at taking care of me, unlike someone," she said, throwing a pointed glance at Baa, rolling her eyes dramatically.

Baa scoffed, crossing his arms. "Oh really? I'm the one who takes you jogging, rubs your feet, and runs around for all your cravings, but of course, you're child gets all the credit?"