Bring her home, son!

"What the fuck?" A middle-aged man, still handsome in his looks, spit out the coffee he had in his mouth. Shaking his head, he rubbed his eyes repeatedly, asking himself if he was dreaming.

"Hey, come and pinch me, boy." He called a male worker who passed by him. The worker gave him a puzzled look and went about his business.

"Holy fuck!" He choked again. "Am I dreaming?" He asked no one in particular. "If this is the girl my son is crazy for, then I am finished." He muttered to himself. Earlier, he had sat in his mini library inside his room to drown his sorrows by reading a couple of books while sipping his black coffee.

When he was so focused on the book he was reading, his phone bleeped, taking his attention. "You have got a video from "my proud." The notification displayed on the screen was read. He had saved his firstborn son Kabir with that name. He was proud. He was his first in many things, and luckily, he has turned out to be perfect.

Whenever he looked at him, he just could