Ch. 1- me and Ayyan malhotra*Nandni's POV
I pushed the cart across the department store, picking up everything I needed. My son, ayyan, sat in the baby seat in the front, though he isn't much of a baby anymore. He's growing up so fast. He sucked on his thumb, and admired all the kinds of baby crackers on the shelves.
I looked down at my shopping list, Juice boxes, diapers, granola bars, crackers, baby powder, toilet paper, and baby wipes. Yep, this is my life now. Has been for a little over a year now. And I've managed to keep it a secret.
Nobody knows about ayyan. He's my little secret. Manik doesn't know, Aryman, Abhi, Cabir, and Dhruv don't know, aliya, and Navya don't know, and they're my best friends. They don't know. My parents don't know, my sister doesn't know, and most importantly the press don't know. I can't believe nobody noticed when I was pregnant with ayyan.
Of course, my stomach bulged. I did take a little break from dancing, and stayed home for a few weeks when my stomach was at it's largest, but the press & media were so focused on Other dancers, that I was able to keep my pregnancy a secret. I hated giving birth to ayyan alone. It was so painful. I just wanted to hold manik's hand, and for him to tell me everything was going to be okay.
When I gave birth to ayyan, I passed out from the pain. I didn't get to hold ayyan until they woke me up 20 minutes later.
I drop ayyan off at daycare when I'm working, and spend all the spare time I have, raising him, teaching him, and loving him. I've always wanted to tell manik about him, but I get way too nervous. I mean, he'd be angry with me. But, I did write manik down as the father on ayyan's birth certificate.
Ayyan only knows a few words. But he's been learning more every day. The words he knows are more, no, and mum. I smiled at him, as he yawned in the cart. I should probably hurry up and get the rest of the things I need. It's getting late anyhow, almost ayyan's bedtime. I picked up the last things on my list, and hurried to the check-out. I got in the line behind an elderly man, and a young woman.
I remember when I was her age. She looks to be about 14. That was one of the best years of my life. I was dancing, I had family, and I wasn't super famous yet. So I didn't have to worry about the press. When I was fourteen, I never would have guessed my life would be like it was now. I love my life though. It's perfect. Well, almost perfect. It's just missing one piece.
Manik. Manik would never be with me again though. We broke up for reasons. When manik broke up with my, he said we should go our own ways to focus on our careers. Then he went off and dated soha.
It hurt me so, so much. I cried, and cried. Ayyan had no idea why I was so sad, but he'd come sit on my lap as I sobbed. Ayyan is all I have.
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I parked the car, and climbed out. I went to get ayyan first, so I could bring him inside and put him to bed. He'd already fallen asleep in his car-seat, thumb in his mouth, and chest rising and falling gently as he breathed.
A few weeks ago I was taking ayyan for a walk. He was just learning how to walk. He's a little early, and I'm very proud of him.
Anyway, we were walking down the sidewalk, when we saw an injured kitten at the side of the road. The kitten had been hit by a car, and it's tail was crushed. The kitten was bleeding on the road, and I felt like I'd throw up.
Ayyan was mortified. I didn't even want to look at it. My heart was in so much pain. I've always loved cats. But ayyan, refused to leave that spot until I agreed to take the kitten home with us. It was horrible. The kitten was meowing out in pain, but would purr whenever ayyan would pet her.
Together ayyan and I nursed the kitten back to health. Her tail is gone forever though, but that's what makes her unique. I named her Berry. We still have her today. She's already getting big. She's not as little as she used to be. Ayyan just adores Berry. Maybe because Berry sleeps in his crib with him, and sits on his lap while he plays with his toys.
I slammed the car door shut, and rested ayyan in my arms. I began to walk to the front door. I took out my keys, unlocking it and going inside. The house was dark, only lit by the TV I'd left on when ayyan and I left for the grocery store. Some celebrity talk show was playing. I didn't bother listening. It's probably just gossip about Miley's performance at the VMA's, or something about the wrecking ball music video.
I kicked the front door shut, and dropped the keys on the couch as I passed it. I didn't bother to take off my shoes, as I carried ayyan upstairs to his bed. I walked inside his bedroom. The walls are light blue, and the floor is covered in fluffy white carpet. I love hardwood, but I didn't think it would be child-efficient.
I don't have much in ayyan's room. Because whenever my family comes over, I have to hide all ayyan's things. It's horrible that I have to hide him from everyone. The outside of ayyan's door reads, STORAGE CLOSET. That way, nobody will go inside. Who wants to go into a storage closet?
Hopefully someday, I will tell everyone about ayyan , and he can live a life without secrets. I lightly put ayyan in his crib, and tucked a receiving blanket over his little body. I slid off his little boots, touque and winter coat. I put them down on ayyan's rocking chair, and kissed ayyan's forehead. He gurgled, but didn't wake up.
I snuck out of his room, closing the door tightly behind me. I took a deep breath. I just want to sleep. There goes another day with nobody knowing about ayyan. Another day of success. Now I'm going to have to unload the groceries, clean up the dinner I left out, vacuum the cheerios ayyan spilled, and wipe up the sticky juice from ayyan's highchair.
And...Then, sleep...
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Will manik would get to know about his son? Why nandni is hiding ayyan from everyone?where are others friends of manik and nandni??
Stay tuned to know about more...
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Edited by mm1234 - 9 years ago
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