"How old is she?" She asked curiously.

"Almost three and a half." My heart picked a race. Why is she asking this?

She furrowed her brows together as to debating herself whether to let out her query. "Riya, by chance..." She began but Sweety came and sat on my lap, distracting me from her questions.

"Ahh?" I asked once again.

"Her eyes are just like him," she said and I heard my heart pounding heavily in my rib cage.

"Yeah! She has her dad's eyes." I redirected ...