Shivaay descended the staircase, all decked up to go to office in his 3-piece-suit. He came towards the living room, where his wife and dadi sat chatting on the sofa. His 2-year-old son sat on the carpet in front of them, playing around with his favorite toy cars. Shivaay came and placed a kiss on his wife's cheek, before touching dadi's feet.

"Billu?" His dadi called out, but before Shivaay could respond, his son had looked up.

"Yesh badi-dadi?" He asked in his baby-voice, staring up at his great-grandmother all innocently. While Annika giggled, Shivaay glared at her.

"This is why I told you to not call him Billu," He said, and Annika rolled her eyes.

"It's not my fault he's such a Billu," She replied with a shrug. Shivaay sighed and turned to his grandmother. As dadi spoke to him, Shivaay saw his son looking at him in, what he assumed was, an intimidating stare. Little Aarav wanted to be the one and only Billu, no doubt.