𝐀𝐁𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐉 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃:-
He is rude and arrogant in the business world, but with his family, he is warm and light-hearted. He is a powerful businessman with significant influence both in India and internationally. He also holds...
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"Maa, don't pack my lunch today," I shouted, wearing my blazer. I quickly gathered my laptop and phone inside my bag and rushed downstairs.
"Bye everyone!" I was literally running towards the door when, suddenly, a shriek left my mouth. I was in the air, my legs dangling down.
"Bhaiiiiiii..."
"What Bhaiii! First breakfast, then going out, okay." He dumped me in the chair like garbage in a bin.
"I'm late. There's an important budget meeting, and I have to prepare for it," I said, pouting, which, of course, no one noticed.
"Offoo, Bui, you are so cute!"
See who's calling me cute—the whole bundle of cuteness is calling me cute.
"Aww, my baby, only you love me; no one else does," I said to my little Ahvisa, who had just woken up and was coming downstairs with Shreya Bhabhi.
"Mama, leave me. I want my Bui." She wriggled in Bhabhi's arms.
"Oh God, go, go to your Bui," Bhabhi said, releasing her.
"Bui, I want a new Mama. She’s so boring, you know," Ahvisa said, making us all laugh.
"No, I am not going to exchange my wife," Bhai said, clinging to Bhabhi.
"Hey! Leave me, and you, little Ahvisa Kohli. You want a new Mama, right? If you come to me again asking for your favourite milkshake, then we’ll see," Bhabhi said, pretending to be stern.
Ahvisa pouted, folding her tiny arms. "Fine! Bui will take care of me then. I don’t need you, Mama!"
I scooped her up, laughing. "Oh, really? So now I have to handle all of this little princess’s demands?"
She grinned, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Yes, Bui! You’ll make me milkshakes, read my favorite stories, and let me stay up late!"
Bhabhi raised an eyebrow, pretending to be hurt. "Ahvisa, you’re forgetting who made your favorite pancakes this morning."
Ahvisa’s face softened, but she still clung to me. "Okay, okay. I guess you can stay, Mama. But Bui is my favorite today!"
Bhai chuckled, wrapping his arm around Bhabhi. "Looks like we’ve got competition."
"Papa, I might get late today. Yesterday, I took your car and got it serviced, so you don’t need to worry anymore," I said, eating my aloo paratha, hot and fresh, served by Maa as I made small bites for Isa.
"Thank you, beta ji," Papa said, making me smile at him.
"Eat fast now. You’re not getting late," Maa said, serving another paratha.
"No, no, I can’t eat more." I took that paratha and placed it on Bhai's plate.
"You’ll make me fat, Advi. I’m not going to eat yours again," Bhai said, transferring the paratha to Papa’s plate.
