Myrah's p.o.v...
We entered the Mansion. It was a big one. I never thought that their could be a so big Mansion in the outskirts of Mumbai. Anyway whoever has done it hats of.
"Mumma can I ask you a questioned"
"Agar mein mana karo to tum mano gi?" Mumma chuckled
"Nahi"
"Then why did you ask that?"
"Whose mansion is this?"
"Hai kisi ka."
"Par kis ka mumma?"
"I will tell that to you later."
"Mumma one more question, who stays in such a big Mansion" As soon as I completed my sentence I saw a saw a small boy, maybe of my age coming running towards mumma. And mumma also bend down and stretched her hands for a hug. It must be someone special. After seconds I could finally see that boy clearly. Dose that boy not look like your mumma, my heart commented. Yes he looks just like your mumma Myrah, my mind replied to my heart. And they both said the correct thing. He actually looks like my mumma.
"Mumma" the boy exclamed and came running to MY MUMMA. I came in front of mumma, so I could stop him from hugging mumma. I can fight with my mumma but i will still be possessive about her because at the end of the day I love her. Where as that boy was about to bump into me but balanced himself, must say he has a great self-control.
"Excuse me miss whoever." The boy said in full attitude but forgot that he was talking to me who was a queen of attitude.
"Excuse me Mr little boy" I said with more attitude. And eventually I won this attitude game because I had said it with more attitude than him, thanks to my dad. And I gave a victory smile.
"Ek to tumhari galti hai and you are blaming me only miss whoever."
" How dare you call me whoever, I have some name Mr little boy."
"And how dare you call me Mr little boy you miss whoever" and we looked into each other with our eyes focused on each other and then turned together towards mumma.
"Mumma" we cried in union. I was getting more suspicious after every passing second.
I turned towards the boy again and said "Hey listen you little boy why are you addressing my mumma as yours, she is only my mumma and not yours."
"I am addressing her as my mumma because...." the boy was cut by mumma.
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MANAN-My small loveland
FanfictionThis story is about our beloved couple MANAN and their life with there babies. It will further continue...how a secret, a hidden thruth changes their lives. A story with lots of emotion, drama, love and betrayal. Tune in to know more.
