𝐃𝐫.𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐯𝐢 𝐑𝐚𝐣 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐡𝐚𝐧;𝟑𝟏
A powerful and dominating man, a successful owner of the most prestigious &expensive coaching centers. He is known for his aggressive, no-nonsense attitude, and lives alone in a lavish mansion across fr...
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"Stop being so shameless, old man"
My mother scolded my father, though I could see the hint of a smile tugging at her lips. I glanced at them from the back seat, unable to tear my eyes away.
"I can't help it," my father replied, making a puppy face.
"You're looking so goddamn beautiful."
We were in the car, heading to a masquerade party.
My mother was draped in a stunning wine-colored gown, while my father wore a matching three-piece suit.
They were the picture-perfect couple-like they were made for each other.
A match straight out of heaven.
Dad took her hand, gently kissing it. "Jaan, you look so breathtaking, I can't stop staring at you."
He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper.
"Let's skip the party and head home..."
Wait what?
"For God's sake, stop, old man! At least show some shame-your daughter's sitting right here," my mom interrupted, half-embarrassed, half-amused.
But Dad wasn't done. His voice lowered even further, now barely a murmur.
"I'll show you how 'old' I am... and she's the result of our love," he whispered to Mom.
Oblivious to the fact that I overheard.
I mentally chuckled.
No words.
"Mr. Hubby, you're impossible!" Mom laughed, swatting at Dad's arm playfully.
He feigned a dramatic wince, clutching his heart. "Ah, jaan, your words wound me deeper than any blade!"
Mom rolled her eyes, but I could see the smile she was trying to hide. " Now stop your flirting before we're late."
Dad grinned mischievously, squeezing Mom's hand.
"Late for the party? No chance. I don't want anyone else looking at my woman tonight."
