Thakur's Healer | 18+ ✅

24. He is Transforming

Dhanraj POV

"Dhanraj!"

She called me out, a lone tear left my eyes, and I smiled strolling to her.

"Maa, can I stay with you for some time?"

I asked in a throaty voice, tears accumulated at the edge of my eyes.

"Sure, son. Come."

She replied, sitting on the bed. I discarded my footwear, and crawled on the bed, before placing my head comfortably on her lap. She began caressing my head lovingly.

"I'm sorry Ma. I could never love you the way you deserved."

I confessed, tears travelled down my eyes, and fell on her lap.

"It's not completely your fault son. I am equally responsible for this."

She quavered, I lifted up my head instantly, and brushed off her tears, sheathing her into a tight hug.

"Please ma...no more tears because of me."

I asserted, the lump in my throat shook my voice.

"As a baby, you deserved love. That was your right, but Jai's early birth hindered my care for you."

She exclaimed, shedding more tears.

"I could have stopped you the day you left for the brothel for the very first time, but I didn't do that. I never paid attention to you. Please forgive me son."

She mumbled, lowering her gaze.

"I wasn't you ma. You didn't want Jai to come so early. It was your fucker husband who couldn't leave for a few months, and you were always dominated so much that you couldn't say anything to anyone. That wasn't your fault ma."

I stated, wiping off her fresh tears gently, and hiding her in my embrace.

"I've yearned for this love all my life, ma. Can you please let me rest on your lap for some time?"

I implored, and she nodded continuously. I shifted a little, and placed my head back on her lap.

"I had never imagined that my second son would spend some time with me like this."

She muttered, raking her fingers through my hair. This was the first time I was feeling my mother's love with such intimacy.

All my childhood, I was thrown here and there, because Ma had to take care of Jai, and Pappa was fond of bhaiya.

"I don't know what is happening to me, Ma. I just couldn't stop myself from coming here when I saw you working, and....and being lonely."

I maffled, feeling hurt for her. She deserves a husband's love, but unluckily her husband is a monster.

"My fate is quite poor in terms of husband, my son. When he comes here, he torments me, and when he leaves, I feel lonely and unfortunate, but his absence is still better than his presence."

She asserted, in a stern and unaffected voice. My father had squeezed out all the emotions from her - leaving a blank scarred void in her emotional realm.

"Ma...I wish I could rewrite your fate."

I cooed, nuzzling my nose in her abdomen. She chuckled a little

"My little baby, my fate isn't entirely poor. I have three amazing sons and now a wonderful daughter also. And soon I'll have two more daughters."

Her voice sounded cheerful now, and a satisfactory smile danced on my lips harking to her words.