"Dad, you think it's good?" My seven-year-old son asked as he checked the gift I bought for his mom and my wife."Dad, why do I feel you are cheating on mom?" Nik asked as he touched the necklace and I looked at him incredulously."What are you speaking about?" I don't understand how exactly he reached that conclusion."Well, me and mom were watching this nice drama and–""You and your mom? She let you watch with her?" The woman who is usually shouting all the time about not letting these kids watch drama because they ask questions that are way mind-blowing than anything, let him watch with her..."She didn't let me, I watched myself. These are my eyes, dad." This little twit actually rolled his eyes at me as I kept looking at him and suddenly, he flexed himself and said, "I know I am handsome, no need to stare."I am sure my smiling lips suddenly twitched when I calmed down and said, "You were telling me about why you think I am cheating.""Oh yes, you interrupted me." He said and I
Nik looked at his father working on a file and opened his own toy laptop that he got after a lot of begging from his mother. His mother is a nice woman but surely, a strict mom. She loves watching all kinds of drama and she believes that help only when you can, otherwise just sit on the sidelines with a snack to watch. Even Nona believes so. Nona definitely taught Mom well. She is exactly like her. “Hey dad, what do we do now?” Nik asked as he tried to copy his father as he worked on files and other things. Today, he was in his dad’s office as his dear mother had to go for some promotions of her books and also, his little sister went to attend her play school while he, who had his holidays because of exams was left here to work with his father. “You can go and ask Sib to give you games.” Dad said with his eyes still on the screen causing Nik to almost say ‘how rude’ but he stopped because he didn’t want to get smacked again for talking nonsense. Though, Nik felt that those smac
I hate the word ‘meant to be’, what is meant to be? I wasn’t meant to be born if it weren’t for my parents going on a one-night stand and having a mistake who they would have aborted if it weren’t for their decision to love me. Decisions make our life work not a bloody ‘meant to be’. I looked at my mother sitting in front of me after a good damn breakup that I just had with my four-year-long relationship with my boyfriend who seemed to say more of ‘meant to be’ than ‘I am sorry’. My god dammed boyfriend or I might add an ‘ex’ before that word, says that he has work and I have a whole career ahead, so we should first become independent and then we would be together if we are meant to be.While the real reason is his ex has offered him a job, a job that can make him a hit star in minutes, in minutes h
A beautiful day always starts with beautiful dreams and then reality says that you have to wake up and do work, right? No, that’s super wrong. A beautiful day starts with a man getting a woman by his side who loves him the most in this world, a child getting wished by his mother’s smile, a woman waking up to her man snuggling to her. That’s beautiful than the ever so lonely mornings with nothing but your alarm clock.That’s what I always suffer even after having a boyfriend for so long. Why? Because the guy who I was in relationship with almost never ever was by my side ever and was busier than the president and truthfully, I don’t want him by my side too. He was too cranky whenever I would call, too busy bootlicking and he never had a backbone. Bloody imp!Now let’s forget about that idiot and start a new one. He lost a gem, not me.Today is the day when I start a beginning of something truly mine and that is my new job as th
The boss looked at me again and angrily pointed a finger at me to say something when again his nose gave him pain and again, I was prepared to say something when he showed me a hand and the coffee guy told me to leave and I was for once thankful, extremely and ran out.The coffee guy again broke into laughter when I looked at him and my boss scowled before his nose again gave an angry sharp pain of protest for muscle moving and my boss sat down quietly without messing with his nose and mouth. I stopped staring at them and finally left praying to God that my job will still be intact.When I reached home, I realized the blunder I caused, and that blunder was that I basically made my boss broken nose. Poor guy…Not poor guy as he was the one who made mistake first. His decision caused it to happen.‘Ms. Amelia, come one hour earlier tomorrow and that too to my home with the file of Mr. Marlow's.’ The text message of Mr.
I looked at my boss’s almost dying look with eyes super wide, almost rolling back but still trying to hold on the pain made me think how much struggles he has suffered to be of this hard will and what made me feel so amazing is how he is still trying to take control of the situation while holding his front.He looked at me with such hatred that I might feel some for my own self and I really want to tell him that it’s of no use. I am shameless.I again tried to say something but I just looked at him and thought if I should run away or help and as I made my mind to run and almost turned, my now injured boss gave me the most dangerous look which made me feel that he knows what I think and I really don’t understand how and now he stood to his perfect height and towered over me, cornering me and this time taking all precautions, since I was so busy thinking all this and feeling the fear, I forgot to stop him.“So, its decided that you will be
I am shocked and that’s not even the start as I looked at my parents being all lovey-dovey to Mr. Alexeev, now alexander.Wonders, wonders.This guy who came with me to meet my parents cannot be the boss I met in the last some days. He is being all sweet to them, honestly happy with them and is even joking with them.“Marwick, I really wonder how she is even your daughter, I mean, she is beautiful and everything, but she surely doesn’t have your vibes.” Hahaha. And with lots of laughter everyone was laughing and having fun while I was still feeling a little guilty as-of-yet because soon, if they continued to laugh at my expense, I am going to forget all the guilt.“Alexander, please taste this pie also.” My mom said and handed him the pie as she smiled meaningfully, and I shuddered. This is so not going well if he didn’t notice the part, she wants him to.“Hey, why aren’t you eatin
Can I go and die somewhere? I thought as I looked at Alexeev’s mother holding the paper with a score of 70 with laughter in her eyes as she looked at her son and me sitting more straighter than the ruler line. “So, is this how you treat the woman you are in love with? I apologize my dear, I wasn’t expecting my son to be that rude to the woman of his life.” She looked at me with such a clear and warm look that I almost felt whatever my boss spoke about her wasn’t even a pinch of truth. Such a nice and warm woman can never be Alexander Alexeev’s mother. I deny any possibility as such. So, I which garbage was he found? Just kidding… maybe. “Mom, all I wanted to do was confirm she knows me better…” well, he didn’t say anything wrong about that part. He did try his best to do that. “With a questionnaire? And that too in the office when you should be working and should not disturb others in their work as well? Is this what I taught you? Oh well, I’l