Chapter 02 • Habit of Spilling

After 2 days, Indian Airport.

A young , handsome man briskly walked inside the crowded airport to their terminal. He was carrying a backpack on his shoulder, a tablet in one hand, and the plane tickets in the other. He was wearing a white t-shirt and black jeans with sneaker.

The woman was carrying a cute, girlish white backpack on her shoulder with a stuffed pink bunny hanging on one side and a mug of coffee in her hands. She was wearing a pink top, blue jeans, and a pair of cute pink booties.

At some distance, the handsome man collided with the young woman as they were heading towards the same terminal from opposite directions. The coffee in her hand spilled onto his t-shirt .

The man frowned as he looked at his stained shirt, his irritation clear on his face. He moved his gaze from his shirt to the woman in front of him.

Because of the sudden collision, she had been rendered confused, too. Their eyes met. The man was over six feet, compared to the short woman; she just reached his chin.

His sight took a quick glimpse of her face, beautiful deep brown starry eyes, baby-soft radiant skin, her rosy pink lips parted away because of shock, and finally, the tiny pointed nose and those furrowed lines on her forehead clearly showed she would burst in anger.

She looked down at the coffee mug in her hand, and her expression turned angrier.

Looking back at him she said,

"Do you have your eyes at the back of your head?" The man didn't reply and just kept staring at her.

"Sorry , i wasn't looking ." The man apologized.

"Of course you weren't , when these men will learn to respect women." The girl said and ran towards the direction she was headed to .

The man shook his head as if scolding himself and came out of the airport and went towards the taxi section giving him the address of his destination.

Soon the taxi entered the premise of Malhotra Mansion. As the person crossed the main door, he heard a pleasant and cheerful voice.

"My dear son! Finally, you are back!"

It was grandma Reeta's voice. She was standing in the living room, looking at him with a warm smile.

As the handsome man saw her, he stepped in her direction with a smile on his face and hugged her.

Reeta hugged him back and asked, "Yuvaan ! How have you been? It's been years since I last saw you. I missed you." Her eyes were filled with tears of happiness, and her face had a smile stretched from ear to ear.

"I missed you too, ma!" Yuvaan said with the same feeling of happiness.

Yuvaan Malhotra , third and youngest son of Malhotra family .

A handsome and talented young man, obviously, it was because of the perfect genes from his parents. He was loving, caring, and protective towards his family, but at the same time cold to the outsiders. Anyone could see the difference in his behavior with his family and others. He has been living in Germany since last 2 years and had been handling the branch of their business there , The RR group of hotels , the project idea was his from the start so Ram decided to give the responsibility of the hotel to him .

"Ma, where is the old man?" Yuvaan asked, his eyes carrying a teasing sight.

Before Reeta could answer, they heard a loud and from the door behind Yuvaan .

"You rascal! Who are you calling an old man? I am young enough to give you a few more brothers and sisters ."

Reeta just rolled her eyes thinking, 'When will he stop being shameless?'

'As expected of my father," thought Yuvaan thought.

Ram had just come back from his morning walk . In his white t-shirt and grey track pants, he looked younger than his actual age.

When he reached the door, he heard Yuvaan calling him an old man. His expressions changed as he thought, 'How dare he call me an old man in front of my woman?' .

When Yuvaan saw him, he walked towards Ram .

"Papa! How are you?" he asked with a smile to make up for making him angry, and they hugged each other.

Every person in the mansion heard Ram's loud voice as they came out of the room to check on things and to grab their breakfast.

Ayush spoke as he came downstairs, "Who made my father spill out his golden words early in the morning?"

Saying, Ayush stepped towards his brother and hugged him. Both were about to talk after a hug when they heard Ram's voice again.

"Do you want my golden words to become true?" Asking this, Ram looked at his son and then walked toward his wife.

Smiling Ayush, replied, "I don't have any problem with it if the Ma is ready." Then, he looked at his mother to see her reaction, which did not disappoint him.

Reeta poked her elbow in Ram's stomach. "Are you planning to betray me and bring a mistress to this house?"

Her words startled Ram. "W—what are you saying? When did I say that?"

"Then what was the meaning of the words you said before? As you know, I am not in a condition to help you make your golden words come true."

Ram panicked. "No, darling. I can't even think about it. You are the only one for me," He said with an innocent expression on his face.

Looking at his son, he gave him a frightening glare as he called him a 'rascal' in his mind.

Ayush smiled mischievously while looking at his father as if replying to his gaze: 'like father, like son'.

Everyone was used to see this 180-degree turn in Ram's behavior when it came to his wife, so they just smiled.

Ankur came and hugged his brother . "You must be tired. Go, get fresh and come downstairs for breakfast."

Nodding, when Yuvaan was about to leave after greeting his brother and sister-in-law, Reeta's sight crossed across the stains on her son's white shirt, and she asked, "Wait! What happened to your shirt? It looks like you spilled coffee on your shirt."

Yuvaan lowered his face to look at the stains on his shirt and replied with, "Mmm..." having an small invisible smile on his lips without his knowing .

"Can't even drink a coffee properly and I was expecting to have the grandchildren from him." Came the words from Ram .

Ankur looked at his father and countered, "Drinking coffee and making a child are both different things, Papa."

Ram shook his head and what he said next left everyone speechless, "Nope, it isn't different! I am afraid he might have a habit to spill everything out just like coffee."