Mumma, Do You Love Me?

Chapter 1 - Ansh's Angel

"Papa! Wake up!" A five year old boy was screaming at the top of his voice as he banged on his father's door.

"Papa! Wake up! It's getting late!" He banged his tiny fists on the door yet again and began kicking them as well now.

"Papa!"

"Uff! What do you want Ansh? Get back to sleep! It's just 5 in the morning!" A sleepy, hoarse voice was heard from inside the room.

"God! Why did you gave me such a lazy Papa?" Ansh complained to God before using the spare key to get into his Papa's room.

Once he was in, he swiftly climbed up on the bed and sat on his father who was sleeping on his stomach. Sighing at the way his father was sleeping, Ansh lay on top of his father and began drawing tiny circles on his arms.

"You're not going to let me sleep, are you?" His father asked again, realizing what Ansh was doing. He knew that once his son is up, no matter what time it was, it's breakfast time already.

"Breakfast Papa!" Ansh whispered with a pout.

"Okay fine! Come, let's go!" His father got up taking Ansh in his arms and headed towards the bathroom first. After they both had brushed and washed themselves, they went into the kitchen.

Ansh settled himself comfortably on the kitchen cabinet while his father began beating eggs while some potatoes boiled on the stove.

"Papa! Juice!" Ansh asked, yet again with a pout upon seeing his father pouring a cup of milk for him.

"Ansh, I'll get you your juice later! Just drink this milk for now. Otherwise you can't grow muscles like Ru Chachu! Come! Quick!" He persuaded his son while pouring some espresso for himself.

"But I hate milk!"

"Its good for health. Don't be stubborn! Now drink up, quick!" He reprimanded Ansh a little.

After a big fat breakfast which ended around 7 in the morning, Ansh and his father rushed to get ready. One to school and the other to his office. After changing into his uniform, Ansh walked into his father's room with a tie around his neck which wasn't pulled to the top and saw his father struggling with his tie.

"Mr. Shivaay Singh Oberoi! The best businessman of the year 2016, 2017, and possibly 2018 also can do everything except making a tie!" Ansh face-palmed himself as he said that to his father.

"Hey Champ! Don't do this na! Come here! Come fix this for me!" Shivaay grinned as he lifted Ansh and placed him on top of the bed. Ansh began to knot Shivaay's tie with much diligence while Shivaay stood there admiring his son. As soon as he was done, Ansh clapped his hands and smiled proudly at Shivaay. Shivaay pulled up Ansh's tie and the both of them headed towards the car in a rush.

"No matter how early I wake you up, we always have to rush, don't we?" Ansh asked Shivaay was honking at the car ahead of them for the nth time.

"Sorry Champ! It won't happen next time. I..."

"I promise to wake up as soon as you wake me up and get us on time tomorrow! God! Why do I have to keep on listening to this man saying this very sentence every day but never once follow it! Meri tutti putti kismat!" Ansh cribbed.

"Who thought you that?" Shivaay roared upon hearing the last sentence from his son's mouth.

"What, Papa?" Ansh gulped in fear upon seeing his father's changed expressions.

"That last sentence! Who thought you that?" Shivaay asked his son yet again.

"I don't know Papa! It just came in a flow!" Ansh stammered as he keenly observed the changes in his father's calm and cool features.