Since this chapter is 5.2k words long (nearly equivalent to two chapters), I’ve adjusted the price accordingly.

"Baby," I whispered as I pressed a kiss on my Ranvi’s soft little cheek. An idea suddenly popped in my head, the kind of mischievous idea only a mumma could cook up. Ryan, my chubby little bundle in my arms, cooed happily, his tiny fingers tugging at my chain like he already knew his mumma was about to cause some drama.

"Mumma, what do you need?" Ranvi asked, tilting her head to look at me with those wide brown eyes that were a perfect copy of her father’s. Even at just five, she was so much like Rudra—straightforward, no-nonsense, not a hint of beating around the bush. My baby girl could probably negotiate with world leaders if she wanted to.

"Baby," I began with my most innocent face, batting my lashes dramatically, "will you do one small favor for mumma?"

She narrowed her eyes at me instantly, giving me that exact Rudra-style glare I had seen a million times across the dining table. That glare always said ‘I know you’re up to something, don’t you dare fool me.’ But then, in her sugary voice, she said, "What ish it, mumma?"