The Mafia heart ( book 1 )

chapter 40 The Extraordinary News

The morning sun streamed into Vikram Singh Rathore's luxurious mansion, illuminating the grand living room where Vikram paced back and forth. He was an infamous mafia lord, but today, he was just a nervous father-to-be. Mehek was at her doctor's appointment, and Vikram couldn't sit still.

"Why does it take so long?" he grumbled, glancing at his watch for the third time. "I could've organized a heist by now!"

Just then, the front door swung open, and Mehek walked in, a wide smile on her face. Vikram rushed to her, eyes sparkling with anticipation. "What did the doctor say? Is everything okay?"

"Yes! Everything is perfect!" Mehek replied, giggling at his enthusiasm. "But there's something you need to hear."

"Tell me! Is our baby a future mafia boss or something?" Vikram exclaimed, grinning like a kid in a candy store.

"Well, the doctor said our child will be extraordinary," Mehek began, trying to keep a straight face. "He'll be the most intelligent man on Earth!"

Vikram's eyes widened. "Intelligent? Just like his father!" He puffed out his chest proudly.

"But," Mehek continued, trying to suppress her laughter, "the doctor also said he will have a very angry nature. Like, very angry."

Vikram's excitement dimmed a bit, and he raised an eyebrow. "Angry? How angry are we talking?"

"The doctor said whoever tries to mess with him, even a little, will never hear the end of it. He'll make sure they regret it!" Mehek said, finally bursting into laughter.

Vikram's face lit up with a wicked grin. "That's my boy! He'll be a force to be reckoned with! Just like his dad!"

Mehek chuckled, shaking her head. "I can already see it. 'Watch out, world! Here comes Vikram Jr.!'"

"Exactly! He'll be the kind of kid who stands up to bullies in kindergarten!" Vikram declared, imagining the scenario. "And when they pull his hair, he'll retaliate with a perfect roundhouse kick!"

"More like a tantrum!" Mehek teased, rolling her eyes. "Just picture him screaming, 'How dare you touch my hair! I'll get my dad on you!'"

"Hey! I like that!" Vikram replied, a huge grin on his face. "I'll show up in my suit, looking all intimidating."

Mehek laughed, her heart swelling with love for Vikram and their future child. "Just remember to dial it down a bit. We don't want the principal to call you because your kid scared all the other kids away!"

"Oh please! I'll be the 'cool dad!'" Vikram said, his tone playful. "The one who brings motorcycles to school for show-and-tell!"

"Right, and then the school will ban motorcycles for everyone!" Mehek chuckled. "We don't want our child to get into too much trouble."

Just then, Arman and Kartike, Vikram's right-hand men, barged into the living room, clearly eavesdropping on their conversation.

"What's this about a cool dad?" Arman asked, a teasing grin on his face.

"And what kind of trouble are we getting into now?" Kartike added, crossing his arms.

Vikram turned to them, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. "Our child is going to be extraordinary! The smartest kid on Earth!"

Arman raised an eyebrow. "Smart, huh? What if he ends up smarter than you, Vikram?"

"Impossible!" Vikram laughed, waving his hand dismissively. "He'll just have to learn from the best!"

"And the angry part?" Kartike chimed in. "That sounds like a recipe for disaster!"

Vikram leaned in, lowering his voice dramatically. "The doctor said he'll never let anyone mess with him. He'll be like a tiny mafia lord!"

Mehek rolled her eyes, trying to suppress her laughter. "I can already imagine our little boy in a suit, scaring his playmates."

Arman burst out laughing. "Can you imagine? 'I'll give you one chance to play with me. After that, you'll regret it!'"

"And he'll have a signature move: 'The Angry Stomp!'" Kartike added, slapping his thigh with laughter.

Vikram couldn't contain his laughter. "We're going to need to get him a tiny office, complete with a tiny desk!"

"Yes, and a mini throne!" Mehek said, joining in the fun. "Because every mafia lord needs a throne!"

Vikram pretended to straighten his imaginary tie. "My son will have to learn the ropes early! 'Listen up, minions!'"

Arman and Kartike were doubled over with laughter, while Mehek tried to keep a straight face. "Just make sure he doesn't take over the world too soon!"

"Too late! I can see the headlines now: 'Tiny Tyrant Takes Playground by Storm!'" Vikram declared, his voice booming.

Just then, Mehek placed her hands on her hips, pretending to be stern. "But remember, you both will have to teach him how to control his anger, or he'll end up in timeout for eternity!"

"Timeout? Not on my watch!" Vikram said, waving his hands dramatically. "We'll teach him the art of negotiation! 'If you let me have the swings today, I'll let you have them tomorrow!'"

"More like 'I'll take the swings, and you'll cry about it!'" Arman replied, still laughing.

Mehek couldn't help but smile at their antics. "I just hope he doesn't inherit your stubbornness, Vikram!"

"Hey! Stubbornness is a sign of strength!" Vikram retorted, trying to look offended but failing miserably.

"Or a sign that you never listen!" Mehek shot back, laughing.

Vikram placed his hands on his heart in mock offense. "You wound me, my love!"

"Just wait until you have to deal with a miniature version of yourself!" Mehek teased. "You'll be in for a ride!"

"Bring it on! I'm ready!" Vikram said confidently, puffing out his chest again.

The banter continued, each person adding more absurd scenarios about their future child. They pictured him in school, making deals during snack time, and negotiating for the best toys.

"Just imagine: 'You give me your chocolate, and I'll give you my fruit snacks!'" Kartike said, doubling over with laughter.

"And when the teacher catches him, he'll give her the 'I'm sorry, but I have a business to run' look!" Vikram added, pretending to look serious.

Mehek watched them with a mix of amusement and affection, realizing how lucky she was to have Vikram and their friends by her side. "I can't wait to see our little boy grow up surrounded by so much love."

"Love, and a little chaos!" Arman said, grinning.

"Okay, okay! But let's not forget that we have to keep him grounded," Mehek said, looking at Vikram.

"Grounded? No way! He'll be flying high!" Vikram replied, determination in his eyes.

Mehek rolled her eyes again, but she couldn't help but smile. "Just promise me he won't be too much like you!"

Vikram laughed, pulling her into a hug. "No promises! But I'll teach him to channel his anger into something productive, like learning martial arts!"

"Great, we'll have a baby ninja!" Mehek laughed, shaking her head.

With that, the laughter filled the mansion, creating a joyful atmosphere as they all dreamt about the future. The image of their extraordinary child danced in their minds, and they felt ready for the adventures that lay ahead.

As they shared more jokes and stories, Vikram realized that no matter how angry or stubborn their child might be, they would face every challenge together. Love, laughter, and a bit of chaos awaited them, and they couldn't wait for it all to begin.