Author's POV:-

It was the day Aryan was returning from his business trip, and everyone at home was eagerly awaiting his arrival. But the most excited one is our little bundle of joy,Ansh.

Right now, Ansh was babbling non-stop on a video call with his dadda. Aryan had called intending to chat with Ankita, but she'd gone to take a shower, leaving Ansh to entertain his dadda. It had already been fifteen minutes, and Ansh was still gleefully chattering away.

Just then, Ankita stepped out of the bathroom, dressed in only her blouse and petticoat. She smiled softly at the sight of her son, who was completely absorbed in the call. She had no idea that Aryan was still on the line.

Seeing his mumma, Ansh clapped his hands in delight.

Aryan chuckled on the other side, "What's so funny, jaan? Did your mumma finally come out?"

Unaware of the call, Ankita walked over to the mirror, wiping her wet hair with the towel. She glanced at Ansh, amused.

"Who are you talking to? Are you playing Talking Tom again?" she asked while drying her hair.

Ansh jumped up and down, beaming, "Dadda, dadda!"

"Oh, you wanted to talk to your dadda, baby?" she laughed, "Alright, I'll call him once I'm done getting ready."

But Ansh, determined to prove his point, shook his head vigorously. "No, no, dadda… phone!" he exclaimed, turning the phone towards her.

Ankita frowned, a little confused, and leaned closer.

On the other end, Aryan eagerly anticipated finally seeing his  love after days apart. But neither of them was prepared for what came next.

Both Ankita and Aryan’s eyes widened as they suddenly locked eyes through the screen.

Aryan inhaled sharply, stunned by the sight of her in her blouse and petticoat, her wet hair cascading down. His breath caught seeing her belly button, the curvy waist and no doubt the slight cleavage which is peaking out from her tight blouse.

“Ansh!” Ankita yelped, feeling her cheeks burn. She quickly scrambled to cover herself, grabbing a cloth nearby and reaching to snatch the phone from Ansh’s little hands.

But in the scuffle, the phone slipped and tumbled to the floor.

Mortified, Aryan ended the call instantly, leaving both of them in embarrassment.

Ankit POV:-

'Ahh!! meri phone bhi gir gayi haath se' I muttered quickly picked up the phone from the floor.

I glared at the little boy who is now giggling and laughing as he falls on the bed with effect.

He doesn't know what happened but he is sure, it is something funny.

'Kya kiya aapne shona..ek baar batana chahiye tha na ki aap dadda se baat kar rahe ho...very bad shona .. very bad!' I scolded him taking him on my lap.

My cheek burn in embarrassment remembering about the earlier encounter.

'Ishhhh!!' I couldn't help but covered my entire face with my palm.

'Now how will I talk to him again?'

Aryan POV:-

'What I have I done?? How can I stare at her like that?' I immediately switched off my phone in panic.

'I don't know what happened to me?? How I become so shameless?? Kya sochegi Ankita mere baare mein??'

'I'm sorry Ankita...I didn't want to stare at you like that .it just that I couldn't control my ....' I closed my eyes mentally cursing myself.

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Author's POV:-

The doorbell rang and Ansh immediately runs like an rajdhani express  infront of the door.

Nivedita chuckles as she goes behind him to open the door.

'Ruk jaa mera bacha,let me open the door'

Ansh shouts patting the door, 'Dadda'.

When the door opens, Ansh jumps on his dadda. Aryan laughs kissing his whole face.

'Aww ..I miss you so much mera jaan'

'Dadaa it hurts' he pouts as Aryan got some beard in his cheek.

'I know Jaan..I will shave today only ' he says rubbing his cheek where he got hurt..

They were all gossiping when Ankita bought his coffee and some snacks. Aryan look at her but she didn't lift her eyes.

She was about to go when he asked, 'Kaha ja rahi ho Ankita ?? Tum bhi aao na ..mil k baate karte hain...'

Ansh was sitting on his lap eating his favourite oreo biscuit,

'Mumma sit sit'

Nivedita too smiles,
'Haa beta ,aaja yaha baeth na..kabse kaam kiye jaa rahi h'

Ankita bit her lips but anyway settle down beside him.

'Kya hua mujhse itna sharma kyu rahi ho??' he whispers into her ear.

Her cheeks got red hearing him.She just shook her head.

Aryan Chuckles knowing the reason very well.

Without anyone noticing, he slipped his hand over hers, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Woh toh bas ek accident tha, Ankita. Kyun baar baar soch rahi ho? Forget it, hmm?"

Ankita nodded, glancing up to see him smiling at her softly, reassuringly. Just as they shared that quiet moment, Nivedita spoke up.

"Beta, mein soch rahi thi—ab tu aa gaya hai, toh kyun na hum Viren ke family ko lunch pe bulaye? Ek baar baat cheet bhi ho jayegi, achha rahega na?"

Ankita immediately stiffened, her fingers clenching around Aryan’s hand a little tighter.

Not this… not now.

Aryan took a deep breath, then spoke up. "Mom, iss sab ke pehle, mujhe aap aur dad se ek zaroori baat karni hai. Matlab... kuch batana hai."

Ankita's eyes widened, and she shot him a surprised look, her heart pounding in her chest.

Is he really going to tell them now?

Nivedita frowned, looking a little concerned. "What happened, beta? Kya zaroori baat karna hai?"

Aryan shook his head slightly, a calm yet determined expression on his face. "Abhi nahi, Mom… pehle dad ko aane do. Jab bataunga, ek saath hi bataunga."

Ankita felt her stomach churn with nerves as Aryan gave her a reassuring nod. Whatever was coming, they’d face it together.

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