A broken man.
“You should have rested first before coming here, or better yet, you could have just called me; I would have come to talk about the industrial—”
Cutting straight in the middle, Shrey shook his head in alarm before claiming, "We are off duty now. Also, I came to check on you and talk to you. No work-related enquiries," he nodded, giving a short, side hug to Uzair while they shared a smile. “I missed you.” Leaning ahead, he kissed Uzair's forehead. “You are as adorable as ever, little buddy.”
“I must correct you; I am a grownup now! You better refrain from treating me like a child that I no longer am.” There was a hint of irritation in Uzair's voice, but deep down, Shrey knew he loved his attention on him more than ever.
“Of course. Of course. I practically raised you. No wonder you are more like me than our father.”
"Yes, brother!" Uzair apologised. “And I am very glad I took our mother's features. I am way more handsome than you.”
“You call yourself handsome? You are c
