" I never knew I had a heart until I felt it beating for her....."
Reyaansh Rajput , the cold billionare and businessman who is feared by everyone ...always rude and strict ..and definitely not interested in love . What will happen when he unexpect...
Three Years Later – A Usual Morning in the Rajput Mansion
Aahana's pov :-
It was 7:30 AM, and I had just closed my eyes again after waking up early to shut the windows.
And then— "Mummmmmaaaaaa!"
I sighed.
Reyaansh groaned beside me and pulled the blanket over his head.
"She's awake" I said, staring at the ceiling.
"She's yours" he mumbled sleepily.
I turned and smacked his arm. "She was YOUR idea."
That did the trick. He peeked at me from under the blanket with a sleepy grin. "Best idea I ever had."
Before I could reply, the door opened and our three-year-old bundle of drama, our Reyana came marching in with her teddy in one hand and one sock halfway off.
Reyana :-
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"Papa! Sharkie tore my storybook!" she shouted, holding the book like a court exhibit. Sharkie is our 3 -month old dog who is also her bestfriend.
Reyaansh sat up, looking guilty like he was the one who chewed it. "Sharkie did what?"
I gave him the glare.
"What? I'm trying to help my princess." he defended, holding up his hands.
I stood up with a sigh, grabbing my robe. "Come here, baby, we'll fix your book."
She clung to my leg. "Can we have pancakes too?"
From the bed, Reyaansh's voice came, "Pancakes sound great. For all three of us. With lots of chocolate chips."
I turned slowly. "You're volunteering to cook?"
Reyaansh grinned. "No. I'm volunteering you. I'll just supervise."
"From the bed?"
"Exactly."
I threw a pillow at his face. Asshole !
Thirty minutes later...
Flour on the floor. Chocolate on Reyana's cheek. One pancake stuck to the fridge's door handle. I don't even know how.
I held my head in my hands. "I had a career. I wore blazers and heels."
Reyaansh walked into the kitchen holding our daughter upside down by her legs, and she was giggling like it was the best day of her life.
"You have a better job now" he said, kissing the top of my head.
"I'm the house manager for a toddler and a man-child" I muttered.
