Dreams Woven Beautifully ✔️

Chapter - 60 A phone call

"Every family has a story. Welcome to OURS .... "

After our climax done right, here comes the PLOT TWIST ! 

Where you'll get your answers and doubts clarified ;) 

Get ready for shockers ahead ^.^ 

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{ FIVE YEARS LATER .... }

Île de la Cité, Seine | PARIS 

[08 : 12 am , CET]

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[ Alia's POV]

Puffy steam rose from the cup like an eruption of volcano. Or say more like the stream of my thoughts, flowing upwards. Gliding like smokey waves, it caressed the gigantic window from which my eyes have been wandering wild. Haze smeared glass pane stared back at me with curiosity.  

Mind, is a powerful yet bizzare creation. You could possibly think about a million tasks and yet be concentrated on a singular image. Strange, right ?

As strange as my reflexes not reminding me how hot the cup of coffee in my hand had been! 

"Ouch!" 

"Careful !" to my hiss came a toned order from the room across our living room. 

I laughed. Says the one who can't walk a meter without fumbling down. Hubby says he's gone on me. All the embarrassing genes are apparently my generous contribution while my darling husband passed on his perfect, disciplined one's. So what if I've given him my imperfect gene, doesn't that makes him my perfect SonShine ?! 

Our boy of four is a little sunshine mixed with hurricane! Caramel expressive eyes, slender little nose, and an adorable face you can't help but stare! Cheeks that you'd want to pull though we're told to back off by the guy himself. And when my baby smiles, it just fills every pore of my heart like a refreshing rainfall wetting a barren land! 

Messy soft hair that smells just like his dad. And why wouldn't he ? After all our little boss Armaan by looks, has gone exactly on his daddy. Like you could tell whose kid he is!