**I'm getting quite a bit of request to continue this but most of you know that I already have 3 ongoing stories and don't want to make further promises just yet. I did say I'd make an exception if this ever reaches 200 votes that I'd make time but that was only because I know it's not easy to achieve. Once I find time I will surely continue. 😊**

"Gauri why are you drinking so much tonight?"

"I had such a hectic day at work. Promotion was given to someone else."

Throwing back her head as she lets the burn of the tequila coat her throat Gauri looks over and smile at her friend Bhavya.

"I hate my job. It's like if you don't sleep with the boss you will never get promoted."

"Fuck that! Your fat ass boss can just suck it! Just quit Gauri! Come work for my boss."

"Easy for you to say. I gave this company 5 years of my life."

Waving the bartender to refill her cup Gauri was going to drink her anger away tonight but then a commotion at the other end of the room caught her attention.

"What's going on over there?"

"I dunno...Women seem to be crouching down talking to someone."

Gauri starts to laugh imagining some poor person probably passed out in the middle of the bar. However the minute a small boy pushed his way out from the crowd Gauri's mouth that was filled with tequila spilt out.

*Cough Cough*

"What the hell...what is a kid doing here?!"

Bhavya on the other hand felt like this boy wearing a suit looked very familiar but since she had a couple of drinks herself she wasn't so sure.

Now that she looked closely the women who were clearly intoxicated were pinching and tugging at this poor boy's cheeks. But what was amusing was how this boy did not cry or pout. He just glared at the women while telling them to go away. At first Gauri was just going to tell the bartender to have security grab the boy but the crowd was getting bigger and bigger. Then suddenly a drunk man picked up the boy.

"What is a cute little kid like you doing here? Wanna go home with uncle?"

All the tipsy women around them were to busy touching the boy's soft hair and smooth skin to notice the danger.

Chugging down her newly filled cup of tequila Gauri stood up from her bar stool.

"Where are you going?" Bhavya asked.

Smiling and winking at her tipsy friend "To get myself a kid."

Still in her work attire Gauri unbutton her collar and takes out the long bobby pin in her hair that secured it neatly.

"Hey. What do you think you are doing with my son?"

The man surprisingly stared at the beautiful woman. Just by looking at her it was too unbelievable that this boy could he hers. He was at least 7.

"Don't joke around. He's not your son."

Gauri smiles and looks at the boy who had his arms crossed.

"Sweety. Tell the man...."

The boy's eyes were piercing and full of dominance but Gauri could tell he was very angry at the situation.

"Put me down. I want to go to my mother."

Gauri smiled sweetly at the drunk man and pulled the boy away but then a woman out of nowhere grabbed his arm.

"No! I am his mother."

This woman looked middle aged but the way she was dressed was too enticing to even bring a child here. Gauri looks at the boy that was still holding her hand and knew this woman couldn't be.

"Let go of my son's arm."

"No!! He's mine. You are too young! Somebody help me! She's trying to take my son!"

Gauri tightly grabs the woman's forearm that was clutching onto the poor boy's and yanked it away.

"Too young to have him?"

With a seductive smile Gauri looks around the room and with a sultry provoking voice "What makes you think I am too young? A bad woman like me had him during my high school days."

Everyone gasp at how shamelessly this beautiful woman was revealing such an act. At this point Gauri didn't care. She just wanted to return to the bar to continue drinking her night away but with this boy here it was dampening her mood.

Squatting down to play the final scene Gauri gently pats the boy's hair and smiled lovingly to him.

"You are the best present in my life. Momma does not regret." She then kisses his forehead and takes him back to the bar with her.

Unbeknownst to Gauri her words had impacted the boy. He kept looking at her as she sat down beside another woman. Bhavya on the other hand knew that this boy looked very familiar but she still couldn't put her finger on it.

"Bartender. Call security to see if anyone is missing a handsome boy. He has to belong to some rich family. Looking at his suit....it costs more than my paycheck."

When she tried to pry his little hand away from her's it was like super glue had stuck them together.

"Let go. Be a good boy and go with the security there."

"But you are my mother."

Gauri's eye twitched in annoyance.

"Hey. Is this how you repay your savior? Now let go."

"Mom."

Gauri hooks up her lips and bends down to look at the boy closely while giving him pressure. "I am a bad woman little boy. I did one good deed tonight. Go find a better woman to be your mother."

"Bad woman?"

Gauri takes another cup of tequila and waves it in front of the boy's face and then chugs it down. With her cheeks now flushed Gauri breathes on the boy "See...bad woman."

Soon a man in all black frantically runs up to them.

"Young master! Here you are! Why did you run away? Your father will kill me!"

Gauri thought it was amusing how the man was scared stiff once the boy shot him chilly look.

Suddenly she found herself pinching the boy's cheek.

"You be good and go back home. Big sis don't have time to play with you." With his adorable face looking at her Gauri kisses him forehead one more time. The man almost had a heart attack seeing her do that.

"You!"

But before he could step in the boy looked at him with cold eyes once again so he stopped.

Once the boy left Gauri continued to drink.

"Man...that boy just looks so familiar Gauri."

"Who cares."

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Sitting in a private room Omkara was waiting for his men to find his naughty son. When the door opens he saw his well dressed son walk in.

"I told you not to run off."

"I was bored."

"This is not a place to run off."

"Nothing happened."

"Don't let it happen again."

"Father."

"What is it?"

"I found my mother."

Omkara's lips hooks up as he looks at his son who was usually just as cold and calm as him.

"Oh?"

"Yes. I want my mother."

"Then tell me who is she."

"A bad woman."

Omkara couldn't help but look at his son curiously.

"A bad woman?"

"Yes. A beautiful bad woman."

Standing up with his all black suit and his long hair just barely touching his shoulder Omkara picks up his 8 year old son.

"Show me this bad woman."

I was bored so this is more like a drabble? LOL Hope it was enjoyable to read.