10 months later
At Ruhaniyat,
I was sitting on the wooden hammock with my cutie Sahaaye sitting infront of me.
He has learnt how to sit and now after 10 months he legit blabbers like he is some sort of politician in a debate.
Amrit's political traits I guess.
But let me tell you, his blabberings? Are oh my god so much like a meme.
(Inherited from author)
Like a few days back, I was sitting in the living room with Bittu on my lap, watching web-series when Amrit and Rudra came downstairs discussing something.
"Sir it is very important, you should definitely opt for it." Rudra said.
"Nah, it's a deal breaker for me." Said Amrit.
"But sir the portfolios are so good and profitable."
"I am the boss or you-"
And Bittu cuts them in between by pointing his little index finger at both of them.
"Ta-ta-tah-ta-tah-ta-"
"Haina haina haina, I was also saying this only!!" I said dramatically holding his little hands in mine and clapping them.
Amrit laughed at his reaction and came towards us while Rudra just left.
"Hello Bittu." He said as he forwarded his arms to pick him up.
Bittu instantly left me and went towards him giggling.
Dhokha hua tha mere sath. 😊
(I was betrayed)
Amrit kissed him on his cheek and caressed his head softly when he bent down and was about to kiss me-
Only to get a slap from Sahaaye.
Silence.
Everywhere it was silent.
But I burst into laughter.
"Haye mera Bittu!" I stand up and cup his chubby cheeks and kiss him when he holds a strand of my hair and blabbers,
"Tah tah ta ta-"
"Yes yes bilkul!!" I say to him and laugh.
Amrit felt so helpless and angry at the same time.
But suddenly I feel his hard grip on my waist as he pushes me closer to him that I collided with his chest.
The way we have been married for about 1 and a half year approximately now and he never failed to give me butterflies.
With one hand he was holding Sahaaye and with other his was holding me.
His green orbs locked with my brown ones.
"Am-Amrit leave!"
"I haven't caged you in my arms to leave Heer." He said in a play-ish tone.
"Ta-ta-tah-ta-tah-ta-" Bittu spoke as he put his hand on my nose.
"Areyyy" I grab his little hands and try to remove it but instead he holds my index finger tightly and starts putting it in his mouth.
"Babu don't put mumma's finger in mouth!"
"Indeed he is my son." I hear Amrit whispering and when I look towards him he was smirking.
"Bacha hai vo Amrit!! Bas karo!!" I said as I stamped on Amrit's feet so that he would leave me.
(He is a kid Amrit!! Stop it!!)
"Oh sure baby" "taha tah tah tah" they both said at the same time and we both laughed.
Indeed I have two kids.
This is just one story.
What happened one night was, I had come from my university and was too much tired, so I slept early and made Bittu sleep early too.
Amrit had come from a business trip so he was tired as hell too.
So near about 1:00 a.m. Sahaaye decides to wake up in his cot and started to play with little plastic and stuff toys kept in it.
Now ofcourse that would make sounds.
I picked him up and took him on our bed, and made him sit in the centre.
But ofcourse he is Amrit's son.
He loves him so much.
Sahaaye Singh Shekhawat looks at sleeping Amrit and then looks back at me.
Uff his green eyes.
He does this looking at Amrit and then at me again.
And then god knows what came in his mind that he crawled towards Amrit's head and tried to eat his nose.
My laughter was out of the world.
But the moment I laughed so hard, Bittu stopped eating his nose and gave me a "side eye"
"Haan haan sorry, have your meal please." I said dramatically and laughed again.
He is in the age where his milk teeth are coming that is why he has this urge to chew things too much.
He already has the lower 2 teeth and by god when he smiles, they look too cute.
Amrit groaned in his sleep at Sahaaye's attempt of eating his nose, but without opening his eyes, he carefully held him and made him lie down on his arm.
And with another arm started patting his stomach.
Sahaaye wasn't in mood of sleeping.
He starts his rants,"tatata-tah-pah-pa-ta-ka-"
"Haina, mere kake te jurm kr re o dhakke nal sawa ke tusi." I say.
(You are toture my baby by making him sleep forcefully)
Amrit is really sleepy yaar...he is tired.
"Tah tah tah pa-kaaa"
"Yes my love, I understand you." Amrit says in his sleepy husky voice while his eyes were closed.
He tugged Bittu more towards his chest but ofcourse our cutie wasn't gonna sleep.
I decide to take Sahaaye from Amrit so that he can sleep but instead Amrit stands up and picks him in his arms.
"Don't worry Heer, you sleep, I'll take him in balcony, it's cold outside, you stay here."
"Bu-"
"Sleep Heer. I'll come in some minutes."
Before I could say anything, he takes him out.
Sahaaye has this habit.
If he wakes up at night, we take him out in balcony and walk a little, then he sleeps.
Anyways coming back to reality.
We both were in the balcony sitting on the swing and I was holding a picture of Amrit and me.
"Now listen Bittu, this is mumma. Say mumm-ma" I say pointing at myself.
"Mmmm" he says.
"Mumm-ma"
"Mmmmm" this is the most he speaks.
Then I point at Amrit and say,"Father. He is your Father."
I saw a reel on instagram.
This way I can make sure he speaks mumma first and not "dada" because children find that easy to speak.
"Mumma, Father."
"Mumma, Father."
I do this session everyday with him.
Its my little secret. Hehe.
A lot of mothers like to dress up their baby boys in girl-clothes.
But I don't.
Because he is my baby boy. I shall respect his gender.
I feel that if he doesn't like all the girl-clothes when he grows up and he might feel we didn't want him, we wanted a girl.
He will feel sad.
But ya, I do dress him up in cute fluffy panda, bear, koala clothes.
Because ofcourse he is my cutie.
I have put a little black thread with black beads in his cute little wrist to protect him from evil eyes as well.
"Mumma, Fathe-" I tried to speak when a hand comes from behind and picks my whole body up as I scream.
"Amrit!!"
"Mumma father ah?"
"Hnn?"
"Mumma, father!"
"Haan na, I am the mumma you are the father."
"Kyu? Daddy word itna personal le liya aapne ki apne hi baby se dada nhi father bulwana hai?"
My cheeks were all red with embarrassment.
"Shut up." I whisper as I hide my face in his chest.
"Haye meri jhalli biwi ji." He speaks.
Oh god this guy will kill me for sure.
The best husband. The best father.
I am so glad I used the window of his car to apply my kajal that day.
I am so glad my extrovert behaviour made me talk to him that day.
I am not so glad that he did the creepy stalker shit but yes, I am glad that he stopped me from running away.
Because if I had gone and never come back, I would have lost my man.
I am glad I forgave him.
Kyuki jaisa bhi hai, mera hai.
Psychopath hai, par mujhse sacha ishq karta hai.
Jhooth bola hai, par mujhe kabhi bhi insecure feel nahi karwaya.
Games kheli hain, par kabhi mere pyaar ko game nahi banaya.
Logon ki jaan li hai, par kabhi mujhpe haath tk nahi uthaya aur meri har baat pe, sabke samne, izzat ki hai.
And that, makes him perfect.
Amrit "the psychopath" Singh Shekhawat.
"I love you Amrit."
"I love you more than you can even think Heer."
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