MOMMA BY CHOICE

Chapter 15

So, let's get stared...

Vihan sighed softly, feeling the comfort of her warmth. He never thought he would feel this way about anyone. He has started craving for meera, her warmth, her presence. His grip on her loosened slightly, but he made no effort to lift his face from her stomach. Her touch was like a balm, soothing him in ways he couldn 't explains.

Meera called his name again, her voice tinged with concern, but he silenced her with a muffled request, "Meera, just five more minutes, please." She smiled softly and began to caress his hair and the nape of his neck.

He drew in a long, deep breath, as if breathing her in, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on her waist. Slowly, he lifted his head, his innocent gaze meeting hers. She reached out instinctively, softly brushing her fingers across his cheek, her voice tender as she asked, "What happened, hmm?"

Vihan shook his head slightly, his emotions too complex to articulate. Without a word, he scooped up Veer in his arms and tugged Meera gently, guiding her to sit beside him on the swing. Holding Veer tightly, his eyes betrayed a mix of emotions she couldn 't decipher. He pressed a series of gentle kisses on the child 's head, his affection overflowing silently.

Concerned, Meera thought to bring him dinner and started to rise, but Vihan's hand shot out, grasping her arm. His eyes held a raw, unfamiliar vulnerability that made her pause.

Veer squirmed in his hold, and Vihan set him down on the floor, letting the child crawl away. Then, unexpectedly, Vihan rested his head against Meera's bosoms, leaning into her. Startled yet moved, Meera asked softly, "What is it? What are these emotions I see on your face today? What's wrong, Vihan ji?"

He didn't answer, simply snuggling closer, his arms encircling her waist. Instinctively, Meera wrapped her arms around him, her embrace deepening. The shift caused her neckline to lower slightly, and his nose brushed against her exposed skin.

Meera shivered slightly as Vihan pressed his face deeper against her. His voice broke the silence, soft and strained. "Meera..." he murmured.

"Hm?" she prompted gently, but he didn't continue.

After a moment, she felt a dampness against her skin. Alarmed, she shook him lightly and saw tears streaming from his eyes.

"Vihan ji, what happened? Please, tell me the truth. These tears... why?" she asked, her voice laced with worry.

But he only shook his head, leaning into her again, burying his face in her chest as he hugged her tightly. She could feel his breathing grow heavier. Concerned, she shook him gently once more. He raised his head, his eyes heavy with sleep and unspoken emotions.

She nodded toward his room. He stood without a word and walked in, leaving her more worried than ever. Picking up Veer, she followed him inside and found him sitting quietly on the bed.

She handed Veer to him and brought over a tray of food. As she tried to take Veer back so Vihan could eat, he shook his head, his voice barely above a whisper. "Will you feed me today?"

Her heart ached at the vulnerability in his tone. She hesitated for a moment, and then nodded. Sitting beside him, she tore off a piece of chapati, dipped it in the paneer gravy, and held it out for him. He took the morsel, his gaze resting on her, saying more than words ever could.

As he ate in silence, Veer, cradled in his arms, drifted off to sleep, comforted by the warmth and calm around him.

Meera patiently fed Vihan until he finished the last bite. Finally, she handed him a glass of water, which he drank down before passing the glass back to her.