“No, Dad, I want ice cream from there only.” I rolled my eyes at my four-year-old, “I heard it, Shah, I’m taking you there only.” I walked in the mall with him as his brown eyes wandered everywhere.

“No, there.” He dragged me towards the escalator; he likes getting on it. “Fine,” he pouted and clutched onto my hand.

“Dad, waittt.” I stopped at his dramatic squeal, “What now?”

“That’s Mamma.” He pointed his finger towards the opposite direction; there was a luxe jewelry showroom in there, and it had Shravani’s huge poster in the entrance. I remember her being the brand ambassador; she did a shoot of it.

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