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"Where were you?" Radhika asks the moment Ritika steps into the kitchen, hands on her hips like a detective ready to interrogate a prime suspect.
"Mumma, I will tell you everything. But first, please get me a cup of coffee. I need it badly." Ritika replies, flopping onto the nearest chair. She rubs her temples, feeling a headache forming.
"That means I am not going to know anything." Radhika remarks crossing her arms. Meanwhile, Ritika chuckles, amused at her mother's antics.
"Why are you so cute?" Ritika coos, reaching out to pinch Radhika's cheek.
"Uff! Get lost from here." Radhika swats her hand away, though there is no real heat in her voice.
"Mumma, why so rude? Come here, let me hug you properly." That only encourages Ritika as she lunges forward, wrapping her arms tightly around Radhika who groans in exasperation but doesn't push her away.
Just then, a small voice interrupts them.
"Haw, you guys are hugging without me!"
Their heads snap toward the door, where Kiyansh stands, arms crossed, lower lip jutted out in a perfect pout. His big eyes blink accusingly at them, as if they have committed the ultimate betrayal.
"Oh no, Kishu baby! How can we even think of hugging without you?" Ritika gasps, clutching her chest like she has just been caught in a terrible crime.
She then stretches her arms wide and grins.
"Come here. Let me give you lots of kissies." Ritika says, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips making Kiyansh's eyes widen in mock horror.
"Noooo! Princess Mumma, you always do this!" Kiyansh shrieks and dashes away before Ritika can grab him.
"You can't escape, my little mischief-maker! I am coming for you!" Ritika immediately springs into action, her headache long forgotten.
Kiyansh giggles uncontrollably as he dashes around the dining table, his tiny feet pattering against the floor.
"You can't catch me, Princess Mumma!" He yells, throwing a mischievous look over his shoulder making Ritika gasps dramatically.
"Oh really? Just wait I will show you how fast I am!" Ritika yells back as she pretends to make a quick move toward him. But just as he squeals and dodges, she fakes a fall.
"Argh! My leg! Kishu, help me!" Ritika cries out dramatically but the poor boy doesn't understand that. Because next second, he stops in his tracks and turns around to check on his Princess Mumma.
"Princess Mumma? What happened?" Kiyansh asks as he takes a hesitant step toward her. And the moment he is close enough, Ritika scoops him up in her arms, peppering his face with loud, smacking kisses.
"AHAHA! NOOO! PRINCESS MUMMA! STOP IT!" Kiyansh howls with laughter, wiggling like a little fish but Ritika holds on tight.
"Never! My Kishu baby is just too cute!" Ritika declares.
Just as Ritika plants yet another loud, smacking kiss on Kiyansh's chubby cheek, another voice interrupts their playful chaos.
"What's going on here?"
Jivika stands at a little distance, arms crossed while an amused smile tugging at her lips as she takes in the sight before her. Kiyansh wiggling desperately in Ritika's hold, his tiny hands flailing, while Ritika smothers him with endless kisses. The moment Kiyansh sees her, his eyes light up and he gasps as if he has just spotted his savior.
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