Bonus Chapter 1
My little princess is in a hurry, her impatience evident in her voice as she fusses. "Hurry up Mumma" she says. I reassure her, "I'm getting ready, darling. You go ask Papa if the dining table is ready yet."
My lovely five year-old daughter, Vanshika, dashes out of the kitchen, leaving me to finish getting ready. I affectionately refer to her as our "little princess," a term that perfectly captures her delightful charm and sweetness.
My darling son Saransh enters the room and informs me, "Mumma, everything is ready.
" I can't help but melt at his cuteness, and I lean in to press a gentle kiss on his forehead.
With a loving smile, I give Saransh a little nudge and say, "Now go and get ready.
" He obediently walks out of the room, leaving me to continue preparing for the party.
He ran upstairs
Saransh, my handsome and spirited boy, is the spitting image of his father, which leads them to engage in playful bickering from time to time. Tonight, it's time for a family gathering at my very own mansion.
I make my way downstairs, I spot my shirtless son Vansh running after our mischievous daughter, Vanshika, their laughter filling the air.
"Vansh..chikuu" Hearing my call, Vansh and Vanshika come to a halt, their mischievous play coming to an abrupt end.
They look up at me with innocent expressions, awaiting my next words.
With a firm tone, I instruct them, "Go and get ready now." Vanshkia looks at her father and whispers something to him, eliciting a laugh from him. She jokes, "dad, I think Mom's issuing too many commands lately." Vansh chuckles in response, nodding in agreement.
Vanshika quickly runs off upstairs, while I turn to Vansh with a scolding look.
I remark with a mix of irritation and affection, "Why are you just standing there and laughing?
It's your fault that this girl has become so unruly.
" He grins sheepishly, knowing that I'm partly blaming him for Vanshika's mischievousness.
He draws me in close, pulling me against his chest, his arms wrapping around me possessively. He leans in and whispers into my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. "You look incredibly hot," he says in a low, husky voice, his words laced with desire and admiration.
He tightens his grip on my hair, the pull sending tingles down my spine. His hand slips inside my low-slung plazzo, and I can feel his palm cupping my backside, the subtle possessiveness in his gesture making my heart flutter.
"Vansh" A soft moan escapes my lips as I call out Vansh's name, my voice laced with a hint of desire.
He looks at me intently, a sly smile tugging at the edges of his mouth.
Then, he asks with a playful tone, "Don't you think that Ansh and Chikku need a younger brother or sister in the house?
" I shake my head vehemently, denying his suggestion.
I try to push him away playfully, but he quickly captures my lips, pulling me in for a deep kiss that sends a thrill through my body.
Just as our passionate kiss is interrupted, "mummaa.
..which one?" I hear my son, Saransh, calling out to me from the stairs.
He's holding up two different t-shirts, a look of confusion on his face as he seeks my opinion.
I gently pull away from Vansh, my attention shifting to our child.
I point to the green t-shirt and respond, "That green one." Saransh nods his head in acknowledgment and says, "Thanks, mumma." However, he stops mid-step and interjects, "Oh, and mumma, Chikku and I don't need another brother or sister."
I can't help but laugh at Saransh's bluntness. "He's a real pain in the asd" Vansh mutters, shaking his head with a mixture of frustration and affection. "He'll never change."
I defend our son, asserting that he's a sweet child.
"Don't call him pain in ass.. you're getting old that's why your ass is paining.
He's my darling baby boy" I say protectively.
He playfully retorts to my tease, "Old? I'll show you what this old dick can still do.
" He then scoops me up in his arms, a wicked gleam in his eye.