Banaras: The past lives secret of Shekhawat

Bonus- 2

This chapter contains mature content and is intended for readers aged 18 and above. It delves into themes surrounding the intimate bond between couples, including a discussion on breastfeeding.

The scenes depict a wife sharing this deeply personal experience with her husband. These elements are explored with sensitivity and respect for the natural and nurturing aspects of the relationship. Reader discretion is advised. If you are uncomfortable with these topics, you may wish to skip this chapter.

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J E E V I K A P O V

My mornings begin with the soft sounds of my husband and baby snoring, a melody that always soothes my mind and heart. They are my life, my everything. My baby has just turned one, and I still remember the day he was born; my husband was more excited than even our baby on his birthday. Their giggles and laughter bring a sense of relief to my whole being. I cherish every moment with them.

Today, my husband has gone to the office, while my little Yugansh is busy playing outside in the garden with his grandmother. I smile, taking a bowl of porridge, and head outside to feed him. Though he still breastfeeds, I've started introducing him to rice, dal, and roti. I also love applying kohl to his eyes, forehead, cheeks, feet, and between his palms. He's the most adorable baby on earth, and it amazes me that he came from my womb with my husband's help.

"Yugu baby," I call, holding up the bowl. He peeks at me from behind Maa sa's shoulder, surrounded by goats in the living room. We have a caretaker for the animals, ensuring they are well looked after. There was a day when Sahil tried to take Manjhi back, but after much pleading, he agreed to let Manjhi stay. He's grateful to have a samdhi like Yuvan and a daughter-in-law like Rajjo.

"Daliiiiiii," Yugansh tries to say 'Dadi,' hiding in her arms to avoid eating the porridge he dislikes. He has two loves: latching onto my nipple, just like his father, and snoring peacefully, just like me.

"Feed him, Jeevi. He deserves to eat porridge," Niranjana Dadi-sa instructs, holding her holy Bhagwat Geeta. Yugansh glares at her with his doe eyes. They often clash, but when he falls ill, she is the first to worry, and he finds comfort in her care. Despite occasional jealousy, we all have pure hearts. My husband, ever the jealous type, loves sticking close to our son, yet he's also strict. However, I am stricter.

"Yugu no ealltttt," he protests, running to the other side of the couch. This little human makes me chase him endlessly.

"Yuganshhh!"

"Yugu, run beta!" Satya ma encourages him, causing me to huff. Now he started climbing up and down the couch and table, swaying his naked butt, having peed his pants earlier.

"Yugansh, beta, stop it," I call, chasing him as he darts under the dining table. I bend down, glaring at him, but he giggles, loving my tired attempts to catch him.

"Yugu, come now," I gasp as he shakes his head, refusing to come out.

"Babu, please come," He starts crawling again, forcing me to go to the other end of the table. I place the bowl down, tugged my saree, and prepare to grab my son, who giggles, watching my legs.

"Oyee, idhar aa teri toh."

(You come here!)

My baby shrieks when I crawl under the table, showing me his round naked butt. Sometimes it's hard to believe he's ours, so cute and chubby.

"She's a child, can you see them?" Niranjana Dadi says in disbelief, watching our antics. Handling my son is a challenge.

"Oyeee," I exclaim, as we emerge from under the table. I catch him, twirling him around, and he bursts into laughter. Eventually, I made him eat the porridge despite his tantrums. Afterwards, I dress him in a vest and baby pants, apply kohl under his eyes and leave him with Satya Maa who is busy feeding goats. Ruhanika comes by evening, squeezing Yugansh bringing a cupcake for him.