Her annoyance was increasing every second seeing her daughter behaving like someone's else daughter more.

Yes, her daughter, her Aimal was more into that stupid man than her mother.

Right from ignoring her at the poolside and running to him, she is now busy in helping him in drying his hair.

Like seriously?

Can't she notice her mother's waist length wet hair instead of that man's 2 inches one?

Great, simply great.

He is going to pay for it. For making her daughter prioritize him over her.

Relax, she is not prioritizing him over you.
A soothing voice reached her eyes for which she could only growl.

So, his backup is already there to compensate on his behalf.
She gritted her teeth on Aman while saying so to which he could only sniffle a laugh.

What happened to you Khush? Why are you.. Aman asked surprisingly when he was interrupted by a rude, angry Khushi..

Overreacting?
That's what you want me to say?

She sighed a breath and then looking at her daughter with that so called perfect man said-

Here my daughter is all into a stranger forgetting me and you are saying that I am overreacting.

She stared at her cousin's friend demanding an answer to which he sat beside her and lovingly holding her hands soothed her with his point -

Khush, she was always a cheery kid, easy to interact, then why are you being like this today?

She looked at her cousin with a sensible look. Yes, indeed he is right. Her daughter is too soft to ignore anyone but this time she is way too much into this person who she has started loathing unknowingly, no matter, how hard she tries to convey herself and everyone that she got over it years ago.

Her chain of thoughts broke and she was thunder struck when Aman asked genuinely-

Is it because its Arnav.

She closed her eyes feeling overwhelmed.

Yes, it is because of him. She was ready to face this person after years only for Aman's happiness sake. She knew he would feel empty without him during the most important event of his life but then she had not thought that he would try to charm his daughter.

Why is he so much into her girl?

Is it a way to hurt her more?

Has her unaffected behaviour hurt his ego?

Numerous despicable questions grounded her mind and in that lethargic moment she opened her eyes and growled-

Yes Aman, it is because of him. All of this is because of him.

Her eyes were red and words hurtful and Aman had thought that this is the moment he dreaded but then from no where the sweet soothing voice

Mommy

Echoed naturally composing the wounded tigress.

Khushi looked at her daughter who was smiling shyly realising the upset mood of her mommy to which her mother returned her a I need to be pampered look.

Aimal trotted towards her mommy with her little hands on her mouth and sitting on her lap and kissing her lips asked-

Is my beautiful angry?

Though, the very moment the mother melted but then what's the harm in being pampered by the princess in her arms.

She looked towards Aman who was the silent spectator of the love these two girls possessed and said with her fake anger-

I am not talking to this little woman, tell her Aman.

The moment Aman thought to join the fun game and cheer up her cousin, that very moment, the devil his best friend appeared from no where only to worse the situation.

Smirking the dreadful one, he stared at Khushi and taunted-

Something is burning.

While Khushi gave him a murderous glare, Aman sighed inwardly to the quirkiness his friend is upto not knowing the consequences.

Arnav smiled wide for received that murderous look and added more fuel to the fire-

Upp!

No, Someone is burning............ In jealousy.

Aimal's mouth shaped a perfect O like her mommy and pouting the saddest yet the cutest one, she asked-

Ohh! Mommy, Are you angry with me? Like sacchi waala angry?

Khushi saw her daughter's dull face but before she could comfort her, the devil peeked up her annoyance more by saying-

Of course, she will be. Your mommy can't tolerate ignorance love.

He looked at Khushi teasingly and added-

Her nose turns red in anger and then she starts ignoring.

Khushi looked at him aghast. This man is going beyond his limit and she doesn't want her daughter to question how he knows her mother this well because indeed what he said is correct and what melted her heart and instigated her anger simultaneously was the fact that he remembers this.

She stared at him growling inwardly to which he stuffed his hands in his pockets and raising his eyebrows asked innocently-

What?
Stop giving me that look.

This time Khushi smirked and what she said next made Arnav's eyes display the hurt though his facial expressions remained intact-

There is a vast difference between useless persons and my daughter Mr. Raizada, so please don't feed shit in my daughter's mind.

She walked towards him and showing her index finger warned dangerously-

And one more thing, you did it today, don't do it again.

No body, just no body interrupts in between when I am having a conversation with my daughter.

While Arnav stood dumbfolded, saying

Come Aimal.

She dragged her daughter who kept turning at her Arnie.

Aman kept a comforted hand knowing well how Arnav's heart and ego was hurt at the same time.

Gritting his teeth in anger and annoyance, he asked-

Isn't she way too much possessive for Aimal?

Aman smiled at his friend and appreciated his cousin-

She is a mother Arnie. To be precise, A SINGLE MOTHER.

Arnav's head shot up to what he just learnt, Aman nodded a yes and said-

She needs to be strong and possessive.

Arnav held Aman's hand and asked with an unknown feeling bubbling inside him-

Single mother?
Wh.. What do you mean by that?

Aman felt alarmed and before he could spill the beans more, he better thought to excuse himself from the situation-

Uhh! My attention needs to be there. Excuse me Arnie.

With that Aman ran leaving a thoughtful Arnav behind with messy thoughts.

Arnav stared at the durection, Khushi left and thought-

Khushi is a single mother?
Why?
Where is Aimal's father?
Why are they not together?

Uhh! This Khushi Gupta is messing with my head.

Suddenly a peaceful smile appeared on his charming face thinking about Khushi being single while soon turned to a frown.

His mind and heart were messing his system.

Why am I so desperate to know these things and why the hell I felt happy listening to this?

Ahh!

I need a beer.

With that he strode towards the counter only to stumble but before he could fall a strong pair of arms held his hand.

Arnav stood on his feet and forwarded his hand for the gentleman shake not knowing what disaster this very man us going to create in his head bringing the worst and vest out of him at the same time.

To be continued..

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