Sayantika's POV.

"Mamma, mamma." Agastya sang as he played with his toys; my baby was happy today, giggling and laughing. I made a small prayer to God for him.

"Mama..." He got frustrated upon not getting my attention and stared at me angrily, glaring at me with his little orbs. Kaddu's eyes are so beautiful, so perfect; they are brown with a hint of black, just like his dad's.

"What's wrong, kiddo?" I picked him up, making him sit on my lap. Agastya is two years and three months old now, and he speaks a few words clearly and runs here and there.

But he is a little cockblocker to...