Prem-Leela Series Book- 01
(Art of seduction)
𝐌𝐫𝐬. 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐥 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 (𝐀𝐝𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐣 𝐱 𝐒𝐢𝐲𝐚)
"Marry me, Siya," his voice whispered.
I should have laughed. I should have refused. What place did I have in his grand world of palaces a...
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It's not the first time, but somehow today it felt heavier.
Avyan, my five-year-old son, the life of our home, the laughter of every room, sat curled into my arms, sobbing into my chest. His little frame shook with guilt and fear, and though every maternal instinct in me wanted to hold him tighter and shield him from the world, I knew... this time, I had to let him feel it.
Today, we received yet another complaint from his school. He had poured water on the floor of his classroom. Not by mistake, no, he'd done it with intention.
I repeat, my child, my bloodline, the heir of the house, decided it would be a good idea to make an indoor swimming pool in his SR.KG class. And now, here we are. He's sobbing like the poor victim of a war, while I'm the mother stuck between a crying son and an exploding father.
On the ride back home, the car felt like a courtroom. Siddhika was sitting like a literal princess, silent, back straight, probably calculating her ABCs, while Avyan sat on my lap, with a red nose and guilty eyes.
"Avyan. How many times?" Adhiraj snapped, furiously.
"You poured water in class again?! What did we talk about last week?"
"It... it was accident-purposely..." he hiccupped. I closed my eyes. Accident-purposely. What even is that? By saying this, he's making Adhiraj more angry. He literally glanced in our direction, furiously, causing Avyan to bury his face in my shoulder. Not to lie, but his furyly gaze scared the shit outta me.
Once we reached home, Adhiraj slammed the car door once we reached home. That was his limit. He didn't even look back. And honestly? I don't blame him. This was the third complaint in two weeks. Last week it was putting stickers on the teacher's chair, before that it was hiding the chalk.
Meanwhile, Siddhika? She marched after her father, placed her shoes in the rack, and sat down gracefully to remove her socks. Not a wrinkle on her uniform. Not a complaint from her teachers. Miss Ideal Daughter. And then there's Avyan. Crying his little heart out on my shoulder.
"Mummaaa... papa shout... Avyan no good boy na...?" I stroked his hair softly, fighting the urge to kiss him twenty times.
"You are, beta. But good boys don't pour water in class and make other kids fall, hmm?" He sniffled and hugged me tighter.
"Teacher scold me... I no do again. Promise," I sighed. My heart melted, but it was necessary. He has to learn. Adhiraj scolding him was harsh, yes, but his intentions? Always pure. He wants Avyan to grow up disciplined. It was about the kind of man he wants his son to grow into.
Avyan didn't say a word as we reached into the room. Samaira is in her nursery and would come at 2AM as she goes in the afternoon at 12AM. I helped him and Siddhika out of their uniform. But Avyan eyes were downcast, lips were trembling. Once freshened up, he simply climbed into my lap as we settled on the bed. He buried his face in my shoulder, and broke down again, making me sigh.
