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28/04/2024 — I was supposed to post this years ago, where the eff—was I hibernating? Aish!

(Mumma being so fed up with Papa)

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"And... there you go, girls!" the old lady slowly pulled the tray out of the oven, revealing a well-baked cake as the three little friends looked up at the beautiful dessert they had made for the first time together, with the grandmother's help.

As Diya and her playschool mate Shalini were invited at their friend Keerthi's place to spend their Thursday afternoon after school together, they were not aware to have the latter's naani at her place for the weekend. And the little girls were very much glad their parents had agreed to let them spend the afternoon at their friend's, since the old woman suggested cooking something fun.

"Wow, smelling good, here! Who made this yummy-looking cake?" Keerthi's mother walked into the kitchen wondering if the kids as well as her mother needed anything as she asked.

"Ma! Me, Diya and Shalu made this. Naani just helped," she mischievously answered her mother, making the two older women laugh.

"Accha? That means we have three master chefs with us, uh? Hai na, mah?" the young mother lovingly caressed the girls' hair as the trio widely grinned at the praises.

"Undoubtedly! Now, little ones, we have to put this into the fridge. And then, we can all get to taste it, okay bacchon?" the elderly lady announced, a wide smile looking at the excitement on the small faces. "We baked a cake! We baked a cake!"

"Diya, Shalini, beta these are for you to take home," Keerthi's mother had packed two separate boxes for the respective families and handed them over to the kids. "Share the cake with your parents and family, okay?"

"Thank you, aunty! Papa loves cakes. I will also give to mumma, daadu, daadi, chachu," little Diya innocently explained to the women.

"My Mickey loves cakes too, even I will give cake to Mickey," Shalini added as she smiled remembering her puppy's liking towards sweets, and their moments sharing desserts although she was not supposed to give him too much.

"Hey, see? I also have one for Aradhana. Because she couldn't come with us today, na? We will give her cake tomorrow, um?" Keerthi announced as she showed them the third box destined for their friend who had surrendered herself to some severe fever. "Yay, even Aaru will have cake."

All of a sudden, they heard a car horn echoing outside the house and, as if on a cue, the two guests wore their school bags before waving at their friend and her family, ready to walk out.

It was past five and Anjana had sent their driver to pick their girl up from Keerthi's house before it got later. Since Shalini's place was on Diya's way back home, their employee was instructed to drop the little playmate at her place before reaching home safely. More like Diya wanted her friend to join her on her way and requested her mother to take her friend with them.

"Driver khakha! You want cake?" as soon as the two girls were accompanied to the car, the old man gently acknowledged their presence and helped them get inside. He fastened their seatbelts and was to get onto the driver's seat when Diya softly asked, revealing the slices of cake in her own lunch box. "We made it," and not wanting to hurt the little kid, he took a small piece for her satisfaction, before praising them for the taste.

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"Mumma! Papa! Daadi! Diya is back," she entered the house running in excitement and fell on her grandparents in the lounge area, having their afternoon tea while sharing talks.

Hearing the soft voice of their little girl, the aging couple turned to the doorway from where came the kid, as she carefully carried her treasure box.

"Oh, look who is finally home, Anjana!" Harshvardhan lifted the baby girl on his lap and pulled her to his warmth, before he noticed her hands were full. "And she has brought us a surprise?"

She giggled while the grandmother caressed her hair as she was granted a smile from her little girl. "Daadu, daadi, Keerthi's naani helped us cook a cake. See!"

As she sang the same overjoyed, the older woman took the box from her hands and looked inside. "Wow, Diya! Did you bake this cake?" to which she nodded in yes, playfully hitting on her chest until she was stopped by her grandfather before she could hurt herself.

"So much cake, all for me, right baccha?" he asked when they heard his wife scoff. "And who cares about your sugar level, right?" Anjana sarcastically questioned back as his smile fell down.

Seeing the argument, she held her head high in seriousness. "Everyone has one only. One for daadu, one for daadi, one for chachu, one for papa and one for mumma," the four-years-old ordered.

"Then what about the last two pieces?" the grandmother asked as she looked into the box.

"For me, daadi. Because I baked the cake, na. So, special slice for Diya only," saying so, she giggled again.

"Correct, two for our little chef only. Now let's get you fresh and enjoy the cake all together."

To which the child nodded in yes and got off her grandfather's lap, holding onto the older woman's hand as she was to accompany her, before turning to the man.

"Daadu, no cheating. All together! Wait for us!" and he obediently surrendered to her command, letting her walk away with his wife.

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"Chachu, when papa and mumma are coming?" the little girl asked as they were sitting around the coffee table, enjoying their pastry. She was seated on her uncle's lap as he was gladly helping her eat hers while having a taste himself.

No doubt he was feeling a little worn out from meeting some clients regarding their respective hearings, before handling a frustrated Noor on the phone talking about their neighbor lady pestering for her daughter's foreign alliance proposal. Yet, the little one sitting on his legs had the ability to pull him out of tiredness and made sure he was treated with some dessert with her. After all, he was still her favorite partner. Somehow, seeing his little niece welcoming him with the softest present released his mood and he dived into the cake.

"They will be here in a few, baby. Papa went to pick mumma up from the office, by the way," she smiled in excitement of seeing her parents soon.

She finished her piece of cake and got a couple of plates on the table ready waiting for the two of them while the others went away to their occupations. Although they had reassured her they would call her out and to go play in her room, she refused.

"Diya beta, why don't you go with daadi in their room? I will ask Marcus uncle to inform us when mumma papa will be there," Arjun tried one last time to convince her not to stay alone in the drawing room.

"I wait here, Ajju, please?" she said, swinging her legs seated on the couch while being her patient self. To which he shook his head, amused, and moved to answer the client call he just received.

She was playing with her doll when she heard a voice from the doorway. "Arey! Look who is there!" she turned her face back to confirm her suspicion. "Someone is waiting to welcome us."

Her smile widening, she smoothly slid down the sofa and ran to hug her legs. "Mumma!"

"Aw, was my baby missing us that much?" Zoya lifted her little daughter up and she was immediately granted with kisses all over her face, laughing at the ticklish welcome. "Now this is a lot of missing. What happened to my princess?"

"I love you, mumma, bas," she simply answered as the young mother smiled, touched by the little being's affectionate behavior.

"All the love for mumma only? Nobody loves me here, I guess," following his wife, Aditya faked a frown at the scene he witnessed as he entered the house, although his trick made the little Diya giggle only, calling for her father. As soon as he stood close enough, she circled her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek till their satisfaction—and it lasted quite a while.

"You know? We baked cake with naani, and I brought you some. Come and have it!" she climbed down and held her mother's hand, pulling them towards the sofa.

"Oh, but first let us get fresh, okay? And then we will get back to you," Zoya said but couldn't get out of her grip, to no avail. The little kid's eagerness had her wait almost impatiently for her parents to taste her first cooking, so as to hear their opinion.

"Change your clothes later, mumma! Now wash your hands only, please? Or cake will not be good," and her pouty and sad face had once again won the battle, the two elder sighing at her adorable antics.

"Seems like bhai and bhabhi have reached. Diya was so adamant to wait for them out there," Arjun chuckled as he paused in between their case study, his father looking up at his younger son before focusing on the voices coming from downstairs.

"She can be a little stubborn, but that's how innocent her love for her parents reflects from it. She would even have missed sharing the cake with us, but never with the two of them," Harshvardhan smiled at the soft giggles as she detailed her afternoon.

"That cake was actually very tasty, wasn't it Harsh? As if tasting something we used to after so long," Anjana remarked as she walked to her husband with the requested documents he called her for.

"Wasn't it? Even I felt the same at the first attempt. Anyways, I guess it has just been so long we had some homemade amazing cake like that," Arjun replied.

"And what about the one I baked last month for the orphanage? You even had two more slices back home with Diya and both of you fell sick the next day," the older man rolled his eyes towards his wife before he looked at the younger, a hint of a smile as the latter scratched his nape at the suddenness.

"B—but mom! You never... you haven't baked any strawberry cake, have you? So tasting one just... added to the pleasure. That doesn't mean yours are not good, you know?" saying so, he shrugged his shoulders.

"Um, well that's because your brother is allergic to strawberries, and taking him into account, I left making strawberry ones but other flavors. But if any day you will want one, just ask and your mom will bake you one, okay?" the mother said in a flow as she patted his back, reminding him to sit straighter.

Until something, all of a sudden, clicked in their thoughts.

Wait—that was a strawberry cake.

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"Ummm! This is so yum yum, baby love! I didn't know my little princess was such an excellent cook. Let me kiss those magical hands!" cooing the words to match her joyful grin, Aditya held her hands and pecked on her knuckles, making her giggle louder.

"Of course, our little one is a talented girl, nothing to doubt about it," Zoya added to the compliment session as she savoured her first bite, before pulling her kid onto her lap for a warmth-filled embrace. "Mumma is so proud of you, baby," she said as she fed the kid a bite.

"Sacchi?" the happy child pulled away from her mother and looked up with a curious smile, as if confirming their praises.

"Arey, mucchi toh! Our little Diya is a master chef," the mother nodding her head to his compliment, he cut another spoonful and dived it into her tongue while the former playfully rubbed a tiny bit of the cream on the tip of her nose.

Chewing the mouthful, "But it is not me only. Keerthi, her naani, Shalu. Everyone is a good cook," she innocently corrected their affirmation with a wide smile and they looked amused, agreeing to her words.

The gourmand in him had another bite relishing on the fruity dessert as he talked, "This is actually so good and tasty, jaan. What is it made with? Kind of different from what I have ever had," he asked his wife, raising his head as he enjoyed the sweet flavor.

Diya was about to answer when they heard a familiar voice from the stairs as the aging lady ran to the young family. "Cheeku, Zoya! Don't eat the cake!"

The trio turned back to Anjana and the elder son asked as he finished chewing, "Mah, what happened? Have you got to taste the cake she baked? Come here—" he was to share a spoonful when she stood before them to take the plate back.

"Mom, calm down! Don't do so in front of the kid, please!" Arjun quickly came to cover his mother's acts and whispered the same to her, glancing at the little one's confused reaction.

"Mahji, is anything wrong?" Zoya asked, not understanding what was happening all of a sudden, as she kept the plate on the table.

"Beta, do not eat the cake! It's made with strawberries," the elder woman answered.

Hearing the unexpected, Aditya choked badly and Zoya rubbed his back to soothe his throat, a little hand softly patting on the crown of his head. "Water—you need some water?"

"I am fine, doll... I—I am good, Zoya. Don't worry!" he cleared his throat as he held the child's hand in reassurance before turning to his wife.

The little girl turned to her grandmother, a hint of disappointment on her face as she asked in an accusatory tone, "Why did you take papa's plate, daadi?"

"Uh, woh—" Anjana looked for a safe answer in an attempt to sound credible but before she could find any, she heard another voice from behind.

"Mera baccha, your daadi just loved the strawberry cake that you baked way too much, na? That's why, she couldn't help herself since that was the last slice," Harshvardhan walked closer to the couch and caressed her tiny curls so as to console the soft being before she felt sadder. Innocent his grandbaby was, she wouldn't realize that could be the lamest excuse she was given.

Diya looked adorable as she softly hit her forehead, her eyes closed in exasperation, and she shook her head while the adults shared glances in worry. "Oh oh, daadi! If you ask, I will give mine to you. Why do you take papa's? Wait!" and as soon as she said the same, she landed on her feet to run to the kitchen.

Once safe from her hearing periphery, Aditya looked up at his mother. "Mah, give me the plate back, please!" he whispered.

"Have you lost your senses, Adi? I won't let you eat this anymore," the worried mother strictly said, keeping her voice at the lowest, while the others looked on at the two.

"And I don't want to disappoint her by any mean," he took a brief pause before continuing, "What are we going to tell her? That both papa and mumma are not going to eat what you have lovingly made and brought for us. For a mere allergy—"

"Well, why not?" she replied back. "As much as we all care for Diya, we care for you too."

"Aditya," his eyes turned to his wife. "Mahji is not totally wrong. This is not a plaything but about your health. We—don't behave impulsively for your protectiveness towards your daughter! We will console her anyhow."

"So, a lie to cover another lie," he asked.

She was to answer when, hearing footsteps coming from the kitchen area, she kept her hand on his shoulder as if alerting. "She is coming—let's keep it for later, please!"

Silently agreeing to the same, they remained quiet as little Diya stepped in front of the group. "Daadi, for you! Khush?" she forwarded the new plate to the elder, a precious smile on her lips. (Happy?)

To which Anjana grinned back at the kid and accepted the dessert saying nothing much but a word of gratitude, before looking back at her elder son.

The innocent child raised her eyes back to her father who held a wide smile on his face, the plate back in his hands pushing her to respond the same.

"Now papa, mumma and daadi, all can eat," she rushed to her mother's spot and held her free fingers.

The latter threw a loving smile at her little girl, seeming all grown up all of a sudden, although the innocent and wide grin on her face as she stared back at her proud mother. "Mumma, see! I gave my piece to daadi, so that both papa and she can have cake happily," self-contentment at her gesture laced in her words.

"That's like my good baby girl!" she answered with a loving smile inked with pride and embraced her, her warm palm ruffling her hair.

Diya pulled away from her hold and looked up at her mother. "Mumma, chalo, let's have cake!" she tugged her hand and took her to sit comfortably, before handing her the plate from the table over.

Zoya followed her directions and safely received the little girl as she climbed to sit besides. "Papa, you also sit here," she said as she tapped the seat next to hers.

Harshvardhan and Anjana exchanged a knowing look and the three witnessed the young family's sweet time as they were sharing the morsels, Diya taking turns to feed both her parents before receiving a mouthful from her mother. Zoya silently noticed his struggle not to cough in front of their little one while diamonds rolled down her own eyes, feeling the burning sensation in her throat, that she managed to hide behind a wider smile. She recognized someone rubbing her back and she looked up at her husband, discreetly asking her to stop hurting herself.

"Whatever it is, we will face and handle it together," she uttered in a low whisper that reached his ears only, reassuringly tapping his hand.

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Aditya walked out of the bathroom as he towel-dried his hair, before dropping the clothing on the leather-made couch. "Ugh, so itchy!" he was rubbing his palms against his cheeks in an attempt to cool the sensation although it was not willing to stop.

Zoya entered the room holding the water carafe, silently coughing at the sudden throat irritation, and saw her husband sitting on the bed while fighting the consequences of their stubbornness. She quickly kept the jug on the nightstand and rushed to the bathroom.

"Here, take this!" he was startled by her sudden voice and realized she was standing before him, filling a spoon of medicine for him to intake. "How stubborn could you be at times, I am clueless."

"She is my baby, I can't hurt her my—myself—" he hissed as he was rubbing his neck harsher. "As if you were all healthy to have strawberries. You also look all red, you know?"

"We could have found another excuse, or better told the truth. Anyhow, it's already done," as she had fed him a couple of spoons, she closed the lid and looked at him in a warning tone. "Don't forget, two tablespoons only every two hours! And I have already given you those. Don't try to touch it again and do something stupid like the last time!"

He narrowed his brows and raised his head up, confused by her words.

"Last time?" he asked himself when a quick glimpse of an old memory played in his mind. With a smirk on his face, he looked at his wife. "I see, Mrs. Hooda—someone is missing the old good little fights of ours—"

To which she playfully faked a smile and gently hit his head. "I will go and check on Diya right now, you better be a good boy and go to sleep. Okay?"

She walked out to look for their daughter in the opposite room as he scoffed. "Ghalib! Did she even take medicine? Uh, she was totally fine lecturing, she surely had her dose."

He again felt irritation around his neck and rubbed his face at the itchiness. "Yaar, what is this allergy even? I just feel so much worse after taking the syrup."

As he was trying to stop the pain, he fell on the bottle she had left on the nightstand and stood on his legs walking to get it. He managed to open the lid and served himself another spoon, forgetting the earlier warning.

"You know, mumma? Today, I am so happy. Everyone likes the cake we baked. It was so tasty, na? Now even Diya is also a great cook, just like papa," the little girl's excitement earned her mother's smile as she was gently tapping her arm while laid down beside.

"Achcha? And mumma is not?" she tickled her tiny waist making her laugh graciously before she fell into her motherly embrace. "Mumma toh always best!"

"Aw, my baby! Mumma loves you too," she pulled her closer to her chest and pecked her tiny lips, gently rocking themselves to the peaceful silence of the night.

She whispered a few more sweet words as Diya slowly dived into the dreamland, no tension nor worry on her precious face as she enjoyed the warmth her soul had recognized as hers from before her birth.

Zoya chuckled as she remembered Diya as an infant crawling to her mother and sheltering herself in her arms, not ready to leave her mother's sight whenever she was awake and Aditya away traveling. Playing with mumma was her favourite moment of the day as she would give her entire attention to her, except when papa was there to steal his wife's time with her. Possessiveness was what could describe her mood if papa turned to mumma, but then both her parents would engulf her into kisses and more love so as to console her.

"Anything to keep you happy, mere jaan! Just stay there with us!" to which the unconscious being smiled and snuggled into her bosoms. Love you, mumma!

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Closing Diya's bedroom door behind her, Zoya noticed their own room's lights turned on and realized he was still awake.

As she stepped in, she fell on Aditya lying down, feet pointing to the headboard as his head rested on the side, smiling alone as if lost in deep thinking.

"Kahin toh, kahin toh hogi woh duniya jahan tu mere saath hai—"

Excuse me?

She walked closer to the bed while he stayed still as if unaware of her presence. "Why are you laid down this way? Aren't you feeling sleepy? You just had your medicine."

He craned his neck and faced the wifey, a widening smile at her sight as he sat back in a quick motion that surprised the lady. "What are—"

"Hey, my Urrr—udu Queeeeen!" his slurred speech had her narrow her brows in confusion. "You are back."

"And you are getting drunk staying home, perhaps?" she asked doubtfully while crossing her arms against her chest.

"Me? Drunk? Nahin toh—" he sassily hit his palm against the air as he stumbled in his attempt to near her, almost falling on his wife. "Arey, careful—"

Keeping his hands on her shoulders so as to remain still, the man threw a lazy yet loving smile at his pretty woman. "I have my begum jaaaaaaan, and a bootiful family with me—I need no drink to make my heart swell with happiness, do I?"

Zoya looked back worried at his change of behavior until something clicked in her mind. "Please tell me you didn't take more of the syrup, even though I just warned you."

Aditya tapped his finger on his chin while staring at the ceiling as if digging any memory from the earlier minutes. "Um, well I was sit—sitting on the bed, you gave me one—no, two s—spoons. Then you went—but still I felt vewy itchy, you know? Then... haan, then I took another spoon—I guess—"

Having understood the same before he even tried any explanation, she slapped her palm against her forehead, shaking her head to calm herself down before looking back at her husband. "Alright, let's go and sleep! It was a long day, you must be tired, right? Come—"

She was about to take him to the bed when he refused to move. "NO!" he loudly exclaimed as he turned on his heels towards the central spot in the room. "I don't want to sleep now..."

"And what are you planning to do instead, then?" she asked in a mocking tone, having him turn to face her.

A wicked smile on his face, he tilted his head to the right while staring at her, a top-to-bottom one. "Tonight is so beautiful, isn't it?"

The wheels turning faster at his words, she discreetly gulped. "T—toh?"

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Taking the two cones in each hand, Aditya threw a wide smile at the vendor. Waving his busy hand at the elder, he said, "Thank you, bhaiyaa ji! You made our d—I mean, night—you will be back tomorrow, na?"

Zoya, leaning on the bonnet of their car parked on the opposite side, was looking at the whole show with an amused smile, her eyes narrowed as she had her arms wrapping the warm shawl around her for the evening breeze turned out colder than expected.

And he had to bring me out to eat ice cream in this weather, kamzarf!

She quietly giggled at her thoughts but as soon as he seemed to walk back to her, she hid her appearance and turned her sight to the empty park, still playing hard to melt.

"Uuuuum!" hearing him loudly moan by her side, she rolled her eyes to him and saw the man enjoying the cold dessert on his own, the other one still untouched in his hand. "Mast badiya! So tasty, ummm!" he sucked another mouthful, shameless as they remained the only souls in the infrequent road.

"And what about me?" she asked, faking anger on her face although he always found that behavior of hers cuter as he turned to give her talks some attention. "Are you planning to eat that ice cream alone?"

"If you want one, go and get one by yourself! These are for me," saying the same in a teasing tone, he again licked one more mouthful while keeping eye contact as he noticed her nostrils flaring.

"Leave it! I don't want any, you enjoy having them to your heart's content!" and she fell into silence letting him have his moment. That, she knew, was not to last any longer.

Zoya was gazing at the dark night sky, the crescent-shaped moon shining brighter for the quiet street bringing a peaceful ambiance, when she felt the warmth of somebody getting closer before she sensed her man's arm wrapping her shoulders. Pulled to him, she craned her neck to face Aditya, smiling at his little wife in admiration, as the hand now standing before her forwarded her favorite mango-flavored ice cream. To which she couldn't help herself but grin before she responded to his stare.

"I am not that bad of a husband, begum jaan. Your favorite, only for you!" he gently gestured for her to eat the cone and, accepting his little gift, she had her first bite.

"Accha, now hold this and enjoy your own ice cr—" he was about to take his arm off her shoulder when she pulled it back to her shoulder. "No, I want to eat it this way!"

"Do you believe yourself as Diya? Just take the cone and eat on your own!" he tried to convince her but she remained strong on her decision as she shook her head. "Why are you getting stubborn, baby? My arm is hurting, let it go!"

"Arey! I thought that my not-that-bad waley husband was much stronger than this, is this your strength? What will our little daughter think of her father now?" she playfully raised her brows, aware she was aiming for the correct spot. "Moreover, I am not the one who played like I had taken an overdose of the medicine just to sneak out for ice cream."

Not willing to let his dignity get ruined, he thought for a little while before clearing his throat as he comfortably sat on the bonnet, pulling the lady along with him. "No wonder Diya knows how to talk people into doing stuff so easily! With a stubborn, trickster as her mumma—"

"I agree, though. After all, biwi kiski hai?" as she said the same, they couldn't stop the chuckle that erupted and he pushed himself into her neck, kissing her shoulder. (whose wife am I?)

Sighing in the pleasant quietness, she settled herself on his shoulder. "It would have been even much better if our baby was here with us as well. She also loves ice cream outings in the late evenings."

"True, but then with kids happening, we slowly lose opportunities to be just the two of us, let alone go on a proper, romantic date," he explained as he bit the biscuit along with a hint of cream. "We also deserve to have some 'us' moments to share, to romance outside that bedroom—"

"Why? Isn't that enough for you to have me surrender to your love torture that often? You want more?" she faked a wide smile and teased him with the words, before pulling the cone in her hand and licking a good amount of mango cream that she savored.

"If I were given the option," his arm free from her grip, Aditya jumped to the ground and slowly turned to face her, throwing the remaining piece of the biscuit. Zoya was to lecture him for his act when he brought his hand to her waist and, all of a sudden, lifted her to sit closer to the center of the wide bonnet. "Arey!"

"I would gladly love torture you in the middle of such a secluded, empty road. Bas, you just have to say yes, meri jaan!" he concluded his proposal.

To which she widened her eyes open. "Aa—aap—" her mouth agape before closing on its own speechless.

"Well," his voice turning huskier as he smoothly tucked the soft strands of hair behind her ear. "Diya has also been asking for a baby brother or sister since a little while. I think it would be only fair to grant this little wish of hers," caressing the back side of her lobe, he moved his eyes to hers. "Don't you think so?"

"And you are planning to solve that in the middle of nowhere?" she asked back in a low whisper, the imaginary picture of that intimate act in public as he smirked, having her blush before coming to her senses. "And which other atmosphere could beat the thrill of loving in public ?

She couldn't help the giggle and hit his shoulder. "Have some shame! You have a four-year-old waiting at home, and you are here behaving like a late-teen in love."

"At least, give me a tight and intense kiss! Had an ice cream too, feeling thirsty now," saying so, he pouted his lips towards her.

Zoya playfully put the remaining of her ice cream in Aditya's mouth, surprising him by her act as he unknowingly pulled away leaving the way free. She walked to the passenger's door when she suddenly stopped and looked back at her still husband. Holding onto the handle as she faced him, a devilish grin grew on her lips while she said, "Now, will we just keep talking? We should reach home before it gets late, as well."

"Matlab no baby lamb number two, I understood," he suddenly switched to a childish tone, as she smiled at his disappointed expression. "Baby number two won't happen anytime soon if papa doesn't get in the car faster."

To which Aditya rolled his tongue against his inner cheek, internally laughing at the bold answer, before they drove back to their safe nest of love.

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