So, ever since the 'mamu' and 'babies' scene, I can't help but imagine Aryan Singh Rathore becoming Softie Singh Rathore for his one and only baby niece. Hence, this drabble.
I write a lot on the Pandya Store forum, but this is my first time posting on this forum, so let me know how it is? :)
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Arpita watched as Aryan walked across the living room, throwing around orders to everyone, nitpicking every single thing the bechare househelps were doing.
"Raju ,what is this? Pink? No, make it emerald green. I need class, okay? Class."
"AJAY! Why is everything pink? Who told you to make this cake frosting pink?!"
"Agar maine ye pink balloons aur ek baar dekhe, I will fire everyone. EVERYONE!"
"Sir," One of the househelps stood in front of him, visibly exhausted, "function mein sirf 2 ghante bache hai. Maan jaayiye na, Arpita didi ne hi bola hai-"
"Listen to me," Aryan said sternly, putting his hands in his pockets. "I am Aryan Singh Rathore. Aur mai kisi ke liye nahi jhukta, kisi ke liye bhi nahi. Do you understand?"
The househelp nodded fearfully, and Aryan continued, "Good. Now I want everything to be classy, got that?"
A tug on his pant and a little weight against his leg distracted him, as the biggest smile spread across his face at the little smiling baby girl in her tutu frock, who was hugging his leg.
"Mamu!" She giggled, and he bent down to pick her up and toss her in the air, before catching her and laughing along with her.
"Meri choti si, cute si pari." Aryan smiled and kissed her cheeks, as she pinched his nose and beard, something only his little pari had the liberty of doing. Not even his wife was allowed to mess with his hair or beard.
"Aaj toh aapka happy birthday hai," He said in a baby voice, walking around the room and tucking a tiny flower behind her ear, "lekin aapne bhi pink pehna hai? Hum ye nahi pehenenge. Chee. What is this nonsense?"
"No-thense" She repeated after him, giggling, keeping her tiny palms on his cheeks, pressing them into a fishy face, and his eyes widened in shock.
"No. Buri baat. Aise nahi bolte. Woh poori crazy bhainsi hai na, aapki mummy, mujhe chappal se maarengi." He tapped her head and carried her to change her out of that awful tutu frock.
"Now," He asked one of his househelps to lay out the best baby frocks on the bed, and put her on the bed, "Choose one. Only the best for Baby Singh Rathore."
The little girl sat on the bed, took one look at the dresses, and threw all of them to floor, making grabby hands at her mamu.
"Horsey." She pouted, and Aryan shook his head.
"Absolutely not. Listen to me. I am Aryan Singh Rathore, aur mai kisi ke liye bhi-"
"Peeeeesh mamu horsey?" His pari pouted again, making baby eyes at him, and he knew he lost right there.
"Accha okay, fine. Come, we'll do horsey." He beckoned for her, and she crawled into his arms happily, as he got down on all fours and put her carefully on his back.
"Hold mamu, okay?" Aryan put her chubby baby arms around his neck, and made sure she was lying down on his back so that she didn't fall behind.
Aryan Singh Rathore kisi ke liye nahi jhukta, he had said.
But the smiling content man who was crawling around the floors of his mansion, with his favourite baby niece on his back would beg to differ.
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