Janani followed Armaan out of the kids' room.

"Mr Verma?" Janani called out to gain his attention.

"Yes?" Armaan raised an eyebrow in enquiry

"I want to talk to you about something" Janani said hesitantly

"Go ahead" He told her

"It's just that, we need to go shopping." Janani said hesitantly not wanting to hurt his

feelings.

And his ego!.

"Right! I was wondering when that demand would come" Armaan retorted dryly, making

Janani frown.

But when she realised what he was implying she lost her cool.

Screw his feelings and ego!!

"Mr Verma, the designer wardrobe you have provided for your three year old little girl is

neither practical nor comfortable. It would do your daughter some good if you could provide

her with some casual clothes in which she can feel comfortable" Janani said equally dryly.

"Oh I thought" Armaan was cut off by the sarcastic look on Janani's face

"Of cours

"Cute family"

Janani looked up from feeding Ava when she heard the voice and saw the sales girl who

was assisting her looking at them and sighing, a dreamy smile on her face.

"Oh no. We are...-" Janani began to correct the sales girl but Armaan beat her to it.

"Thank you" he said with a smile and added "why don't you go ahead and bill all those

clothes we selected. We will be right behind you"

"Sure Mr Verma" the sales girl smiled and walked away taking the shopping bag with her.

"Why did you let her think that we are a family? I was going to tell her" Janani frowned at

Armaan

"And have her advertise our surrogacy deal?" He asked dryly

"You could have told I am the nanny" Janani countered

"She heard Advi crying for you calling you mama. I don't have the time to sit here and

explain the complicated relation we share" Armaan said taking the empty bottle from Advi

and giving it

Janani looked at the dress Ava is wearing in stark disbelief .

Last night the child was only wearing an under pants.

Today she is wearing a frock made in brocade cloth.

Who dresses a three year old in such clothes?

Maybe in the eighteenth century, the royal family might have made their royal babies dress

up like this.

This is the 21st century for crying out loud.

She turned towards Mrs Seth, now Shaanima, for her name is Shanthi Seth.

"Shaanima, aren't there any other dresses for Ava in here?" Janani asked.

"There is a cupboard full of clothes for her, but all like this" Shanthi pointed at the dress Ava

is wearing.

Ava and Advi were now sitting on the rug on the floor and playing.

Ava is being the momma and Advi her little baby.

Janani opened the drawers one by one and checked what all Ava had got in here.

They were full of new and exquisite baby clothes which made her catc

Janani followed Armaan out of the kids' room.

"Mr Verma?" Janani called out to gain his attention.

"Yes?" Armaan raised an eyebrow in enquiry

"I want to talk to you about something" Janani said hesitantly

"Go ahead" He told her

"It's just that, we need to go shopping." Janani said hesitantly not wanting to hurt his

feelings.

And his ego!.

"Right! I was wondering when that demand would come" Armaan retorted dryly, making

Janani frown.

But when she realised what he was implying she lost her cool.

Screw his feelings and ego!!

"Mr Verma, the designer wardrobe you have provided for your three year old little girl is

neither practical nor comfortable. It would do your daughter some good if you could provide

her with some casual clothes in which she can feel comfortable" Janani said equally dryly.

"Oh I thought" Armaan was cut off by the sarcastic look on Janani's face

"Of course you will think! Why am I not surprised?" She asked sarcastically

"Well, you do have quite a reput

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