The morning sun peeked through the curtains of Vikram’s lavish bedroom, casting a warm glow across the room. Vikram Singh Rathore, the infamous mafia lord, sat at the edge of his bed, staring at his phone. His heart raced as he read the message again: “Mehek is pregnant!”
“YES!” Vikram shouted, pumping his fist into the air. He jumped up, practically dancing around the room. The news felt like a victory, and he was ready to celebrate.
Downstairs, Arman and Kartike, his ever-faithful right-hand men, were enjoying a leisurely breakfast when Vikram burst into the kitchen, a huge grin plastered on his face.
“Guys! You won’t believe what just happened!” Vikram exclaimed, his excitement spilling over.
Arman looked up from his plate, a forkful of eggs frozen in mid-air. “What is it? Did you finally win a cooking competition or something?”
“No, better! Mehek is pregnant!” Vikram announced, his eyes shining with joy.
Kartike nearly choked on his toast. “Wait, what? You mean to say you’re going to be a dad? Is that even possible for a mafia lord?”
“Of course, it is! I’m a multi-talented man!” Vikram replied, doing a mock pose like a superhero.
Arman burst into laughter. “Multi-talented? Is that what you call ‘getting in trouble and looking good doing it’?”
“Shut up! This is a big deal!” Vikram defended himself, although a smile tugged at his lips. “I’m going to be a father!”
Kartike leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. “So, what are you going to do? Start taking parenting classes? Read books? Because I can’t imagine you with a baby.”
“Please! I’ll be a fantastic dad! I’ll teach my kid how to ride a motorcycle before they can walk!” Vikram said, his excitement bubbling over.
“Or maybe you’ll just teach them how to run away from trouble,” Arman teased, winking at Kartike.
Just then, Mehek walked into the kitchen, her hair still slightly messy from sleep. She rubbed her eyes and smiled at the three of them. “What’s all the noise about?”
Vikram rushed over to her, grabbing her hands in his. “You won’t believe the news! We’re going to have a baby!”
Mehek’s eyes widened in surprise. “A baby? Are you serious?”
“Absolutely! I can’t believe it either!” Vikram said, beaming at her.
Before Mehek could fully process the information, Sofia and Anamika burst into the kitchen, both wearing matching wide grins.
“What’s going on? Did we miss something exciting?” Sofia asked, her eyebrows raised in curiosity.
Vikram nodded enthusiastically. “I just found out Mehek is pregnant!”
“Wait, what?” Anamika exclaimed, her voice a mix of shock and delight. “Congratulations!”
Sofia rushed over to Mehek, throwing her arms around her. “This is amazing! You’re going to be a mom! I can’t wait to see tiny versions of you!”
“Tiny versions? Let’s hope they get my good looks!” Mehek joked, a smile spreading across her face.
Vikram chimed in, “Or my amazing charm!” He struck a goofy pose, making everyone laugh.
Arman, always ready with a quip, said, “Just don’t make the baby cry with your ‘charm.’ It might think it’s in a horror movie.”
Vikram laughed but shot a glare at Arman. “I’ll be the best dad ever! I’ll take the baby on all kinds of adventures. Just picture it: Me, my baby, and a motorcycle.”
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The Mafia heart ( book 1 )
RomanceVikram Singh Rathore - was a man of power and influence in the criminal underworld. He was known for his ruthlessness and cunning tactics that had helped him rise to the top of the mafia hierarchy. With his sharp mind and fearless demeanor, he had e...
