Epilogue 1

Ayla's Pov:

"Dhruv, come here don't make mama angry" I said while leaning against his door by folding my hands around my chest, but that little guy who's only 6 years old didn't listened to me. Instead he stood opposite to me, leaning against the dressing table he copied my act.

I sighed while shaking my head and from the corner of my eyes I saw him doing the same. A chuckle left my mouth "What am I going to do with you?" I said while throwing my hands in the air.

"Mama, ain't angry at Dhruv?" He asked me in his cute little innocent voice which melted my heart right away.

I shrugged my shoulder shaking my head which made him smile widely before running towards me. I crunched down to lift him in my arms.

"Mama, I didn't mean to beat that guy. He... he..." I saw him gulping down "he was stealing you from me and I don't like it when you give attention to him" he mumbled looking away from me making me sigh.

"Dhruv, baby look at me" I hold his chin while looking at his light brown eyes