Raghuveer was fascinated by Alankrita.
Utterly fascinated.
He loved watching her face while she spoke.
He loved watching her laugh.
He loved watching her study.
He especially loved her cheeks.
His tiny hands would grab them carefully before planting loud, enthusiastic kisses on them.
The result was usually a very surprised Alankrita and a very proud baby.
Another thing fascinated him endlessly.
Milk.
Not his milk.
Her milk.
Whenever Alankrita sat drinking a glass of milk during breakfast or lunch, Raghuveer would watch with complete concentration.
As if witnessing an important scientific experiment.
The moment she finished drinking he would smile proudly at her.
Sometimes he even clapped.
Mrs Higgins once witnessed this.
"He approves of your nutritional decisions."
The entire table laughed.
Raghuveer looked extremely pleased with himself.