100. The One Where I Receive Too Much

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"So this is Ria," I stated, settling on the bed and stared at the sleeping baby girl. "Wow. She's really small." Dhruv and Rahul chuckled. "I feel old."

"True that," Rahul volunteered, grazing his knuckles along her small cheek. "I consider myself as a child."

"Don't do that," Dhruv whined, slapping Rahul's hand from his daughter's cheeks. "I get I'm too young to be a father."

Damn young, but I kept my words to myself and peered at the small fingers curled around my index finger. I had reached Delhi an hour ago, and instead of going home, I had guided the driver to take me to Dhruv's new apartment.

Peering around his room, I sighed audibly.

Dhruv. All alone here.

"How was your meet?" Dhruv enquired, shifting in his seat.

"Good." If kissing your ex-boyfriend in front of others could be considered good. If thinking about giving him another chance could be considered good. If being foolish could be considered good.

Rahul arched his brows in suspicion. "How was m