MOMMA BY CHOICE

Chapter 2

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The early morning hours greeted the world with a soft glow. The alarm clock rang loudly, pulling Meera from her sleep. The digital display read 6:00 AM—a familiar time, one she had grown accustomed to. As the soft rays of the morning sun filtered into her room, she slowly opened her eyes, stretching her slender body beneath the blanket. The sunlight bathed her room in a warm glow, filling her with a quiet sense of peace.

She had always loved this time of the morning—the world still and calm, untouched by the chaos of the day. Meera, with her innocent smile and soft presence, lived in her own little bubble of peace. Her home was a modest one, nestled in a quiet neighborhood, where memories of her parents lingered in the corners of every room. They had tragically passed away in an accident when she was just 9 years old. After that, she had been raised by her grandmother, Suhasini, who had poured all her love and care into Meera.

Two years ago, Suhasini too had left this world, leaving Meera to face the harshness of life alone.

Despite that, Meera's spirit remained unbroken. She may have lost her parents and grandmother, but the love they had given her stayed with her, forming the foundation of her gentle soul.

Now, Meera lived quietly in her parents' old house, surrounded by memories but also by a sense of solitude. Yet, she had never been a person to drown in sorrow.

Instead, she carried on with quiet grace, embracing each day with a calm smile and a warm heart.

Meera slipped out of bed, moving with soft, graceful steps. She had always believed in starting her day with a moment of peace before the world asked anything of her. Her home was still quiet—just the faint sound of birds chirping outside and the soft hum of the morning breeze. Wearing a powder blue cotton suit, she looked effortlessly beautiful, her long black hair cascading down her back like a silken waterfall. Her milky complexion glowed softly in the morning light, and her delicate features—small forehead, perfect brows, and doe-like brown-honey eyes framed by thick lashes—made her seem almost otherworldly.

Her eyes, wide and soft, held the kind of innocence that captivated anyone who caught a glimpse of them. A small button nose, plump pink lips, and a gentle smile completed the picture of natural beauty. Meera was, in every sense, graceful and serene—someone who seemed untouched by the world's harsh judgments.

Moving towards the window, she opened it just enough to let in the fresh morning air. As she gazed outside, a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. The birds were perched on the trees, singing joyfully, and Meera's heart warmed with the simple happiness of the moment. The sunlight kissed her neck, highlighting her soft, smooth skin, and her dupatta fluttered in the breeze, adding an ethereal elegance to her already graceful presence.

Her body, slender and toned, moved with a quiet confidence. Though the world around her may have viewed her as an object of desire, Meera remained unaware of the attention she garnered. She was in her own world, where the only thing that mattered was her connection to the present, to nature, and to herself.

After enjoying the fresh morning air, Meera got ready for the day. She had always felt a deep sense of femininity and strength when she wore a saree. The fabric hugged her body gently, and she believed that the saree enhanced her elegance and grace. It was a part of her identity, a connection to the woman she had become.

Though many saw her as quiet and reserved, Meera carried herself with a sense of self-assuredness that came from within. Her calm and humble nature often made others overlook the depth of her character, but she didn't mind.

By profession, Meera was a caretaker. She had spent years caring for elderly clients, offering them companionship, help, and care in their final years. But recently, many of her elderly clients had moved to live with their children, leaving her without work. Now, she was actively seeking new opportunities, updating her details in the placement database.

Her morning passed as it always did—simple, full of routine. After breakfast, Meera took care of household chores, ensuring everything was in order. She spent her afternoons resting, finding comfort in the small tasks that filled her days. Life was quiet, but it was peaceful, and that was enough for her.

As evening drew near, Meera sat in her living room, sipping tea and thinking about her next steps. Her grandmother had always told her, Opportunities will come when you least expect them, Meera. Keep your heart open.

Her phone buzzed, breaking the quiet. She picked it up, and her heart skipped a beat when she saw the name on the screen: Placement Agency. She answered the call with a sense of curiosity.

Placement Agency: Good evening, Ms. Meera. We have a potential opportunity for you. There's a family looking for a caretaker for their 8-month-old child. Would you be interested in an interview?

Meera's heart fluttered at the thought. A caretaker for an 8-month-old baby? It felt like the perfect fit. She loved children, had always adored them, and this could be the fresh start she needed.

Meera: Yes, of course! I'd love to interview for the position.

As she hung up, a small but hopeful smile appeared on her lips. It was a new opportunity, one that could change her life. But more than that, it was a chance to step into a new chapter—a chapter that might just be written with love, healing, and the innocence of a child.

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The heroine has finally been introduced—say hello to Meera! ✨

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