MOMMA BY CHOICE

Chapter 1

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The sunlight filtered through the thick, luxurious curtains of a spacious, modern bedroom. The room was a blend of sophistication and masculinity—charcoal gray walls, a sleek black headboard, and hints of silver and glass adding a touch of elegance.

In the center of it all lay Vihan Raichand, sprawled on his king-sized bed, shirtless. His athletic frame was partially covered by soft, white sheets, one muscular arm stretched across the mattress while the other rested under the pillow. His face, calm yet commanding even in sleep, was kissed by the intruding sunlight.

A groan escaped his lips as the bright rays disrupted his slumber. Turning to the other side, he buried his face deeper into the pillow, desperate for a few more moments of peace. But the shrill ringing of his alarm clock cut through the stillness, forcing his dark, onyx eyes to flicker open. The clock read 5:30 AM.

Vihan shut the alarm off with a sigh and stayed motionless for a few moments, letting the calmness of the morning settle around him. This was his only moment of true peace, a fleeting reprieve before the chaos of his day took over.

Finally, he sat up, his fingers raking through his jet-black hair. His dark eyes blinked against the sunlight as he stretched his muscular arms. Vihan Raichand wasn't just handsome—he was breathtaking. His sharp jawline, neatly trimmed stubble, and high cheekbones were striking. His dark lashes framed piercing eyes, while his full lips and well-toned physique added a raw, undeniable allure.

Rising from the bed, he stretched, every sinew in his body rippling with strength. His broad shoulders, six-pack abs, and toned legs told the story of a man disciplined in both body and mind. Dressed in nothing but gray sweatpants, he crossed the room to the floor-to-ceiling window, pulling the curtains aside. A rush of morning air greeted him as he gazed out at the sprawling Raichand estate.

After a moment of quiet reflection, he strode to the bathroom. The sound of running water filled the space as he prepared for the day. When he emerged, he was the epitome of sophistication. Clad in a tailored black suit that hugged his frame perfectly, his commanding aura now matched his appearance. Standing before the mirror, he adjusted his tie and smirked faintly. This wasn't just a morning routine— it was his armor, preparing him for the battles he faced daily in the cutthroat world of business.

I am Vihan Raichand. The name alone commands attention—heir of Raichand Industries, a man who has everything the world covets: wealth, power, and influence. But beneath the surface? My story isn't as perfect as it seems.

I was once the man who believed in love, trust, and family. But life has a way of testing you, doesn't it? My ex-wife made sure of that. She not only betrayed me but abandoned our son—our Veer—for another man, leaving behind nothing but scars. And me? I've learned the hard way to trust no one but my family and myself.

Now, my world revolves around one precious soul: my eight-month-old son, Veer. He is my life, my heart, my everything. Family is my strength. But don't mistake my love for weakness—hurt them, and you'll meet the devil in me.

Walking out of his room, Vihan made his way to the grand dining hall. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and hot parathas filled the air. His mother, Gayatri Raichand, stood by the table, instructing the staff with care. His father, Abhimanyu Raichand, sat in his usual spot at the head of the table, flipping through the morning newspaper.

Vihan: Good morning, Mom. Dad.

Gayatri: Good morning, beta. Did you sleep well?

Abhimanyu: Morning, son. Ready to conquer the world again?

Vihan offered a small smile as he took his seat. His father's tone carried pride, but there was also an unspoken concern, one that came from witnessing the pain his son had endured.

As they began breakfast, Abhimanyu glanced toward Gayatri. Where's Veer? Is he awake yet?

Gayatri smiled warmly. He had his morning feed and fell asleep again. That little angel has us all wrapped around his finger.

Hearing about Veer, Vihan's mind drifted. The mention of his son brought both warmth and an ache that he carried every day. The memories of his ex-wife's betrayal surfaced again—her deceit, her abandonment, and her selfishness that left a scar on their family. His jaw tightened briefly, but he quickly masked it.

After finishing his breakfast, Vihan excused himself and headed to his parents' room, where Veer was staying. The sight before him melted his heart. Veer lay in his crib, giggling at the colorful toys dangling above him. His tiny hands reached for them with innocent curiosity, his laughter filling the room.

Vihan stepped closer, his stern expression softening as he leaned over to pick up his son. Veer cooed, resting his tiny hand against his father's cheek. A rare smile spread across Vihan's face as he kissed the baby's forehead, his heart swelling with love.

I will protect you, Veer. No one will ever hurt you again. And as for those who caused this pain—they'll pay. I promise you.

The baby, feeling his father's warmth, dozed off peacefully in his arms. Gently placing Veer back in the crib, Vihan stood, a new determination in his eyes.

It's time to find someone who can care for you while I take care of the rest. Someone who will love and nurture you like you deserve.

As he walked to his car, he stopped to speak to his parents. Vihan: Mom, Dad, I've decided we need a caretaker for Veer. Please arrange interviews for this evening.

Gayatri: Of course, beta. I'll handle it.

With a brief nod, Vihan stepped into his sleek black car, the engine purring to life.

His destination: Raichand Industries, where he ruled like a king. But his thoughts remained with Veer, his heart carrying both love for his son and an icy resolve for revenge.

This was just the beginning of his journey—a man balancing the roles of a father, a son, and a tycoon, with a past that refused to stay buried.

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