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“I am not leaving until we have our talk.”
“We will table it for later,” he states.
Soha doesn’t budge and steps closer. “Ranveer, we are going to talknow. You can’t keep holding it off.”
“Why can’t you get it that I am not in the mood to talk to you?”
“No, we are having the discussion. Right here. Right now.” She grits her teeth and pulls in a deep breath before continuing, “I love you, Ranveer. I want to make this work. I want to give Mili a complete family.” Her voice cracks and her face looks desperate as she regards him.
The words and the situation make my heart sink. “I need to go… and get a change of dress for… Mili,” I whisper in a fractured voice. My heart cracks open. I somehow take a step to leave though my feet feel like jelly. God, how I wish I had the power to vanish from sight.
“Alisha, stay where you are,” he commands, which makes me pause mid-step. “Soha, out of the house.Now.” He points at the door and then storms out himself, with Soha following behind him.
As I watch them leave, I turn to face Mili and find her looking at the door. She hasn’t spoken a word. Her face looks blank. Her little frame is visibly shaking while she keeps staring at the door.
I kneel in front of her and make eye contact with her. “Hey you okay, Baby?”
“Why do big people always fight?” she asks, her lips trembling.
“I don’t know, Sweetheart. All I can say is, we are not perfect, and we all make mistakes sometimes,” I explain.
“Mommy said I cannot be with you. Will I never get to meet you?”
“I am not going anywhere, Princess. Mommy is upset now, but she will understand.”
“Will I never get to stay with my mommy and daddy together?”
Her innocent query shakes me to the core. This is what had been pinching me. I don’t know how to answer that question. Yet, I find myself saying, “Things will be better soon, Princess.” Her contorted features don’t relax, not assured by my lame attempt. She doesn’t say anything and keeps looking at me with her sad eyes. “Let’s get back to our baking. Granddad will be up any moment, and hopefully, we can have a cake ready for him before that.” I try to change the topic.
“But I have ruined most of the batter…”
“Doesn’t matter. We can start again. You seem to be a pro at it, and together, we will make it faster.”
“You are not upset with me for spoiling it?” she asks, pointing at the batter on the floor.
“No, I am not. But you sure look like a clown.” I laugh out.
“I do.” Her eyes are dancing with laughter as she looks at me. “I want to try again.”
“Come on, then let’s get started.” I nudge her shoulder with mine.
“We making the same cake?”
“I think we should try mug cake this time. It will be much quicker.”
“You are really smart,” she bobs her head and agrees.
Within no time, we begin to make a fresh batter. A couple of minutes later, we finish mixing the flour and the rest of the ingredients. Once done, we scoop the dough into a greased mug and then set it in the microwave.
“Time to clean up the mess.” I look around at the untidiness and go to grab a cloth.
“Why are we not asking the maids to clean up?” Mili asks.
“Because we created this mess, and it’s our responsibility to clean up and not to put the burden on anyone else. It kind of makes us responsible.” My reply convinces her and the furrowed eyebrows straighten.
“I also want to be responsible. I will also help you clean the mess,” Mili offers as she picks up a cloth in her hands.
“Okay, my little miss helper. Let’s clean this together.”
