Aryan Malhotra had survived mafia threats, industrial disputes, and a minor scooter gang chasing him down the outskirts of Pithampur. But nothing—nothing—could have prepared him for a public outing with a baby and a single mom.
Meera had insisted, with that calm-but-determined tone only mothers possess, that Laila needed fresh air. And maybe, just maybe, Aryan needed a reality check. “It’ll be fun,” she said. “The local park is quiet in the morning.”
“Quiet?” Aryan repeated, adjusting his sunglasses and his kurta for the fifth time. “Meera, have you seen Pithampur mornings? Quiet is a myth. There’s construction, cows, auto-rickshaws… chaos.”
“Exactly,” she replied. “Perfect training for Laila. And you.”
Reluctantly, Aryan agreed.
The moment they stepped outside, chaos struck immediately. Laila spotted a puddle and dived in with the kind of glee only a toddler possessed. Aryan lunged, grabbing her just before she face-planted into the muddy water.
“Traitorous puddle!” he shouted, wiping her off. Laila squealed in delight, as if mocking him.
Meera couldn’t stop laughing. “You’re supposed to let her enjoy it! Don’t worry, I brought a change of clothes!”
Aryan glared—but only slightly. He’d never admit it, but the sight of Laila’s messy, giggling face was… charming. Infuriatingly charming.
They continued walking, Aryan juggling Laila in one arm and Meera’s shopping bags in the other. The local vegetable vendor waved at Meera, shouting, “Arrey, Meera! Nayi friend bhi?”
Aryan froze. Did the entire village know about them already?
“Friend?” he asked, lowering Laila to avoid a tantrum.
“Yes,” Meera said calmly, “Laila calls you ‘Friend Aryan’.”
Friend Aryan? His mafia reputation was crumbling under the weight of a toddler’s affection.
Things went downhill—or upward, depending on perspective—when Laila spotted a street dog and started chasing it. Aryan sprinted after her, knocking over a stack of pani puri plates, sending the vendor yelling in horror. Laila, victorious, returned with the dog sniffing her curls. Aryan stopped, hands on his hips, trying to look intimidating.
“Congratulations, tiny tyrant,” he muttered. “You’ve turned Pithampur into a battlefield.”
Meera smiled. “See? You’re bonding. You’re… part of our little family now.”
Aryan blinked. Part of a family? Him? With a baby and a single mom who clearly didn’t fear anything, including him?
The day ended with Laila falling asleep on Aryan’s shoulder, exhausted from her “adventures.” Meera packed their bags and whispered, “Thank you… for today. I know it’s not easy.”
Aryan looked down at Laila’s sleeping face, then at Meera. He felt a strange warmth, a protective instinct he didn’t understand. “Not easy?” he repeated softly. “Meera… this might be the hardest thing I’ve done. And yet… I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”
Meera raised an eyebrow, noticing the unusual softness in his voice. “Is that… Aryan Malhotra admitting he cares?”
He cleared his throat, trying to hide his blush. “I… am just practical. Babysitting and public chaos… excellent training. That’s all.”
Meera rolled her eyes, smiling. She had a feeling she’d enjoy teasing him for a long time.
And as they walked back through the bustling streets of Pithampur, Aryan realized something terrifying and wonderful: his carefully controlled life was officially under siege… by a baby, a mom, and their unstoppable chaos.
And for the first time in forever, he didn’t mind at all.
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