Bound By Unknown(✔)

XIV. Mama

Avni

Life gave me many surprises one of them being a mom when I least expected it. I am just 21 years old and I have to take care of a 3-year-old. I was terrified to bones when I heard that. I did not know her story and I did not she even existed. My heart melted just by her words. I felt a bond towards her just by seeing her. I don't understand my relationship with her. I don't have a name for it. I forgot the world when I started speaking to her. The innocence in her eyes, the purity in her smile reminded me of my childhood. I was older than she was when I lost my parents, I know the need for a mom in a girl's life. She was young to understand it, but I do not want her to suffer as I did. I will try my best to be a good mother for Diya. I vowed it to myself.

However, that bastard has to go and ruin my moment. How dare he degrade me like that? I can understand that he felt betrayed but he cannot degrade me. He is so paying for what he did.

I storm inside the house in anger and my mood brightened by seeing the little princess who stood in the doorway of the living room. She was moving across the threshold. I sneak behind her and lift her. She shrieked in surprise.

"Pwetty lady, you me scared", she glared at me with her innocence-filled eyes. I laughed at her.

"Don't call me pretty lady. You can call me Avni and I am not even pretty". I told her. She frowned at me.

"I no pwetty, you pwetty." Diya pouted. Where was this girl all my life? I squashed her cheeks and gasped at her.

"Who told you that you are not pretty? You are much more beautiful than me. Shall I tell you what I see?" At her nod, I took her to a nearby mirror. I made her sit on the island in front of the mirror. I observed all the family members were looking at me, I ignore them and focus on Diya.

"Do you see these eyes, they are the beautiful pair of eyes I have seen. Your cheeks are so chubby that a person can't stand idle without pinching them. Do you see the dimple on your cheeks? When you smile you brighten up the whole room with it. Diya, a person is beautiful if they think by heart and of others happiness not by looks" I tried my best to explain it to her. "Do you love dada?" She nodded her head and I continued. "If dada gets a big wound on the head, you will love him, right? Because you love him for the love he gives you".

"Now tell me are you beautiful?" She faced me with admiration in her eyes.

"Yes, I am pwetty just like you" I smiled at that. "Will you be my momma?" I froze at that question and the look in her eyes changed to sadness.

"I be a good gwrl, I dwink milk, I no cry, I no want ice cweam" She listed out the things she would do. We all chuckled at her cuteness, I heard a chuckle from my back and looked up to see Abhi leaning on the door looking at us. When our eyes met I saw a flash of regret in them. Let him suffer a bit, it may help his ego. I turned back and looked at my soon-to-be daughter. I want to be her mother more than anything.

"Yes, it will be my pleasure to be your mother" I curtsied in front of her and she giggled flinging her arms over my neck.

"Mama" Those words, I feared which I will not listen in my life, but I got my wish granted of being a mom.

We all sat in the living room, Diya was fed and was sleeping in her father's room, she took a promise from me, to visit her the next day. We all sat in silence not knowing how to start the conversation, Abhi started speaking breaking the silence in the room.

"About the press conference tomorrow." Papa looked at him, then to me, and exhaled.

"We need to cover some things like how you met and all, we want to announce it as love marriage. So we have a story." Papa explained the story of our so-called love. According to papa, we met regarding some business and instantly felt attracted to each other and started dating each other, and I backed out on my birthday as we were taking our relationship to next level and tying the knot. One question bothered me.