*Shree POV*

I smile looking at my husband sulking while sipping his tea. Lowering my eyes, I bite my lip to suppress the grin which was killing me to come out but I know if I so much as smile, he would glare me and rant about how reckless mother I am.

If not in given situation, he had said that, I would've gladly thrown the imported designed flowerpot kept on the drawing Hall on his head but I am least bothered about it right now and letting him enjoy blaming me for my nonexisting incompetency of parenting.

"She's just ten Shree! Just ten!" He howls again, chugging down his...