Her Only Saviour

Bonus #5

𝕴𝖓𝖓𝖆 𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖆, 𝖎𝖓𝖓𝖆 𝖈𝖔𝖔𝖑
𝕸𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖆 𝖎𝖓𝖓𝖆 𝖜𝖔𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖋𝖚𝖑
𝕰𝖓𝖓𝖚 𝖛𝖊𝖐𝖍𝖊 𝖏𝖊 𝖐𝖚𝖉𝖎𝖞𝖆 𝖙𝖔𝖍 𝖐𝖊𝖍𝖓𝖉𝖎

"𝕺𝖍 𝕸𝖞 𝕲𝖔𝖉! 𝕺𝖍 𝕸𝖞 𝕲𝖔𝖉!..."

𝕳𝖆𝖆𝖓 𝖒𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖆 𝖘𝖆𝖇 𝖒𝖊 𝖘𝖆𝖇 𝖙𝖔𝖓 𝖇𝖊𝖘𝖙
𝕸𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖆 𝖇𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖙
𝕰𝖓𝖓𝖚 𝖛𝖊𝖐𝖍𝖊 𝖐𝖊 𝖒𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖊 𝖙𝖔𝖍 𝖐𝖊𝖍𝖓𝖉𝖊

"𝕺𝖍 𝕸𝖞 𝕲𝖔𝖉!"

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𝘓𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯: 𝘖𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘪 𝘔𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘓𝘢𝘸𝘯

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦: 𝘙𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭 𝘔𝘢𝘧𝘪𝘢 𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘉𝘢𝘴𝘩 – 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘎𝘰𝘭𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘉𝘶𝘳𝘨𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘺

𝘎𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘏𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘳: 𝘔𝘳. 𝘈𝘷𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘩 𝘈𝘯𝘪𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘩 𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘩 𝘖𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘪.

𝘈𝘨𝘦: 1 𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘳
𝘌𝘹𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯: 𝘑𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭.
𝘈𝘶𝘳𝘢: 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨.
𝘗𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘓𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘭: 𝘛𝘰𝘰 𝘏𝘪𝘨𝘩.

“Who the hell gave him a velvet blazer?” Nandini whisper-screamed.

“It suits him, okay?!” Anirudh defended proudly.

“HE LOOKS LIKE A MINI DON!”

“Exactly,” said Dadi smugly, “he’s your son.”

The lawn was decked like a mafia palace—thrones, candles, champagne glasses with milk in them (courtesy of Saisha’s Pinterest madness), and golden balloons spelling out:

“AVYANSH: THE BOSS BABY”

And sitting right in the centre, with one leg crossed over the other like he owned the entire Oberoi empire?

Avyansh.

Wearing a tiny black tux, a crimson pocket square, and an expression that screamed ‘Where’s my file?’

Avi wasn’t crying. He wasn’t smiling either. He was... inspecting.
Like a chairman. Like a mafia don who didn't approve of cake designs.

Just then Rudra leaned in with a toy lion.
“Beta, say chachu!”

Avyansh took the lion, stared at it...
...then threw it in the dustbin.

Rudra gasped. “He’s like you, Bhai! Ruthless!”

Nandini sipped her mocktail coolly. “No. He’s like me. Efficient.”

Dadi chuckled. “He’s already decided who’s worth his time.”

Om leaned in. “He also just dismissed a cake tier by frowning at it.”

Saisha entered wearing a gown worthy of a Met Gala.
She kissed Avi’s cheek.
“Happy Birthday, Mini Mafia. Now don’t throw tantrums like you did yesterday.”

Nandini rolled her eyes. “He wanted fresh Alphonso mangoes at 2 AM.”

Anirudh smirked. “And we got them.”

Gauri sighed. “You’re raising a monster.”

Omkara corrected, “A monarch.”

Now Entered Rajvir, Vishal, Sameer, Ashok and dadu all dressed like Avyansh's personal security team.