"Ishita, no." Raman pushed back the papers as soon as he saw the title.

"Raman please. Just sign those." He closed his eyes for a brief second as she answered in her high pitched voice.

He knew she knew he hated when she did that and yet she always did it.

"Stop it, yaar. I don't want Ruhi there and that's it." He firmly said watching her face fell.

"Its for both of them." He heard her whisper as she began to collect the papers. "They want to."

"They never did before!" He couldn't help his accusing tone. Placing his laptop on the table, he made space for her in the couch.

"I might have accidentally shown our pictures." She mumbled settling beside him, wrapping her arms around him.

"We promised ourselves." He said against her hair, softly adding "I don't want my kids to hate me."

"We will never be them." She promised rubbing his arms "Just this one."

"If they want to I guess." He said taking the pen and sighed just below his wife's.

"We have to train them." Raman chuckled as his wife said in sudden realization "Oh God. They are going to hate us."

*****

"And the Miss India for Junior Section is . . . Contestant No. 13 Sonali Mehta."

He watched as his 6 year old clapped loudly for the fellow contestant happy with her tiny (participate) tiara.

His 11 year old hugging her and telling how well she did, not at all concerned about his own results.

"Never for the titles." He whispered holding Ishita's hand tight. The wounds from their childhood were still not healed and they refused to do the same for their kids .

"Never for the  titles." She whispered back.

*****

So I missed my exam. Not my fault I tell you. Shitty management by my college. So instead of preparing for next paper I wasted my day watching toddlers and tiaras.

And when I say, some people aren't meant to be parents. I mean it.

It was like watching Sagun in multiverse. Lol. The Shagun vibes in those mom was so bad.

I had to vent it out somewhere. So how I imagined Ishra to take care of them.

Tell me how it was.

Regards
~Gia