Amortentia | drabble series

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The Little Devil

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"Aarav! Come here right now, young man!"

If anyone from the business world saw Shivaay Singh Oberoi right now, they would surely have a heart attack. With a bowl of cereal in his hands, hair all disheveled and still in his nightwear, Shivaay was running after his 5-year-old son all over the mansion. Aarav AKA Junior Billu as his mother liked to call him, was giving his father quite a hard time, and the little giggling shaitan was having fun doing so.

"Oh God," Shivaay groaned as he collapsed on the sofa of their hall to take a break. He couldn't remember the last time he had run so much.  

"What happened papa?" Aarav grinned from where he was standing on the stairs. "Come catch Aarav!" With that, he ran upstairs, probably to hide in one of the many rooms the mansion had. Shivaay wondered why he had to be bestowed with the most impossible kid in the world. He loved his little boy, no doubt, but Aarav was too much like his mother. Hell-bent on making Shivaay Singh Oberoi's life more difficult.

Fishing out his phone from his pocket, Shivaay called up his wife.

"Babe," He whined as soon as she picked up. "I can't do this. I can't deal with your son anymore. He refuses to have breakfast and I've been running after him for half an hour now and-"

"Wait a minute," She interrupted. "What do you mean by my son, huh? Is he not your son?"

"I didn't mean that," Shivaay groaned again. "It's just-"

"And excuse me, but I remember someone saying babe, go on and enjoy the wedding! I'll take care of Aarav! Now what happened, mister? Now you know how I handle your son every day?"

"Our son," Shivaay corrected. When Annika had to go off to her best friend's wedding in Goa, Shivaay had assured her that he would take care of Aarav while she enjoyed the wedding. Turns out it wasn't so easy.

"Shivaay," Annika said softly now. She knew their little one loved to annoy his parents and Shivaay already had too much stress in his life from office. "Just turn on the TV and put on some cartoon, okay? He'll get distracted and you can then feed him anything you want to."

"No," Shivaay frowned. "I don't want my son to get addicted to cartoon. I'll figure out some other way to feed him." Hanging up, he took a deep breath before running after the little devil again.