PS : that baby (in the cover GIF), I just want to eat her. *thu thu thu* ♥️ Just representing Diya in the chapter.
Bonne lecture!
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Zoya entered home around lunch time to the loud giggles in the drawing room. The echoing laughter brought a huge smile even following the long client meeting in the morning. The Zosh team had been working continuously on their next wedding event that was happening in three days and the daily pre-rituals kept their routine busy. She didn't plan to attend the functions much but through her employees. However the client, quite a sweet young bride born with a silver spoon, remained adamant for her to be present there and take care of it in person, and Zoya was left with no other choice but to make the kid stay under her grandmother's care.
"Oh oh! Look at this purée wali baby face.", Anjana chuckled as she wiped the spread food with her bib and she finished feeding while Diya was busy playing music with her rattle on the small baby chair table.
"Oh there you are Zoya! She just had her lunch. I didn't know how long you would have taken and she was hungry so...", Anjana looked up at Zoya as she heard the sound of her small heels approaching them.
"Koi nahin mahji! In fact thank you so much for taking care of Diya. And sorry for the inconvenience. I know you needed to go to the orphanage today. You don't worry mahji, I will look after her from now. You should take rest.", she held her baby in her arms, the little bundle squealing in joy seeing her mother, while Anjana kissed on her baby hand before walking to her occupation. Leaving the dish in the sink to be cleaned later, Zoya held her as her head was resting on her shoulder and rubbed her back walking to their room, until hearing a little burp.
She quickly cleaned her foodie face standing in the bathroom and as she was about to lay the chubby being on the bed, she felt her pallu being pulled and she had to join her on the mattress. She noticed the tiny fist tightly holding her cloth and she chuckled as she was pulling her hand in her mouth, so as to munch it.
"Kya ? Does this little tummy need more food ? That you are eating mumma's saree, huh ?", she nuzzled in her tummy as Diya giggled still eating her fingers ticklish.
"Hey, bad habit!", she pulled out her hand out of her mouth, and she put her fist back again into it. "What did I say ? Take it out!", she playfully ordered her daughter who observed her mother giggling again. She found it fun to annoy her mother, especially seeing that childish pout on her angelic face.
And as she tried to remove her fist for the eighth time within a minute, she got fed up and just laid next to her little monster, both ladies staring at each other. Until the sh-trong girl managed to stand on her hands, and lay her head on her mother's chest sucking her thumb, getting ready for a sweet after-lunch nap. And Zoya closed her eyes feeling the sukoon, her grip tightening around her little woman hearing her soft call that made goosebumps arise. "Ma—m—ma"
Aditya and Zoya were sitting on the matted floor, him side-hugging her, her head leaned on his shoulder, as the both of them spent their evening with the kid in the playroom. They found their own peace hands intertwined, basking into each other's love and comfort while adoring their baby babbling shaking her rattle against the toy plane. The adorableness of the scene made them chuckle and she looked back at her parents hearing their sound. Still holding her toy tightly in her fingers' hold, she walked to them and slowly managed to stand on her knees, her hands taking support on her mother's thigh.
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