The Billionaire's Cure

•Chapter~37°

-why her?

-"why anyone else when she exists?"

Author's POV

The sun unfolded its golden petals, its light crept into the world like a gentle lover, whispering sunrise greetings to the sleeping streets of the faridabad.

At that precise moment, their mother made an appearance, she quietly handled them the tiny backpacks adorned with cartoon characters, hung precariously on their tiny shoulders, a stark contrast to the weight of the mother's love.

Aadrika's heart felt like a heavy stone, weighing her down with an unbearable heartache.

The thought of her precious children, her tiny bundles of joy, leaving her side and venturing into the unknown, was something that made her feel a deep sense of sadness.

As she helped them tie their shoes, pack their bags, and grab their lunches, her hands trembled with a mix of pride and sorrow. She knew this was a milestone, a moment to be celebrated, but her heart couldn't help but ache with the realization that her babies were growing up, and she couldn't slow down time.

She wished that the time could stand still, Let her babies growth slow down, if only for her.

Each passing day, they grow a little more, and she was left with memories, and a heart that was sore.

Their tiny hands, now a bit bigger and strong, their first smiles, now a distant song and their little feet, now walking away.

"Tiffin khaali milna chayiye."

(The lunchbox should be found empty)

She said, her voice dripped in motherliness, like a warm blanket on a cold day yet held a fake thread of strictness.

Their heads bob up and down, their teeny weeny ponytails bouncing along with their enthusiasm nods.

"Ji mata shri." They squealed, their voice full of delight.

Their act earned a chuckle from their mother, she shook her head, grinning
as she reminisced about her late-night sessions with them, during which she would watch Mahabharat on TV. 

Her children, who were naturally curious, picked up a few words from the epics in no more than an hour. 

On a sudden, her gaze met with her husband who was already staring at her. For a split second, she thought she saw a flicker of something more, a glimmer of affection for her, a flash of memories which he desire to unclose with her heart.

But in the blink of an eye, he looked away, his eyes darting to the floor as if searching for an escape route after being caught.

The moment hung suspended, like the delicate wings of butterfly.

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They clung to Aadrika's hands, their fingers tightening around hers, when their naive-hearted gaze fell on the Giant School gate.

She felt the grip of their hands loosening and then their tiny legs stretched forward, Her heart was being drowned by the waves of frighten yet pride.
 
However, as they took a few step closer to the entrance, Aadrika grip on their hands unexpectedly tightened.

"Maa, What happened?" Advait asked with a trace of worry.

She took a deep breath, her voice cracking with emotions.

"I'm just so proud of you both, You're growing up and it's hard to let go."

Her eyes at this moment brimmed with tears that threatened to overflow at any moment.

All of a sudden, Aayan silently placed a rough white page on her palm.

"Do you know, maa, that last night while we were occupied with packing our school bags, papa came and taught us a few words to write. The idea was that once we learned a few words, we could write our names, but then he also asked us to write the name of a person who is most precious in our lives."

Advait exclaimed, his eyes that were pure as morning breeze, glistened with sheer joviality.

"Then what we write your name, maa." Aayan said, his smile was contagious and spread to everyone around.

She slowly unfolded the paper, her fingers trembling against page that at that moment become a priceless thing for her heart

And she poured her heart into her gaze to read it.

A tear trembled in the corner of her eyes and she unpredictably threw her arms around her little men
and held them close to her bosom.

"I k-know." She smiled through her tears, wrapping her arms around them securely.

The bell rung and the two little souls walked towards their school, embracing a new journey.

Tears cascaded down on her cheeks and she over and over sweeping them away with the delicate veil of her green saree but more kept falling.

However, in the next moment, she saw a hand extending towards her and in the palm of that hand lay a crisp white handkerchief.

She with her teary eyes, looked up to see none other than her husband, her eyes locked into his. And before she could be aware about anything, He very slowly brought his hand closer to her face.

And then he brushed the fallen tears away from her cheeks with such gentleness, as if she was a delicate leaf. 

In that sudden moment, something shifted inside her. She felt a dam break, and her emotions overflowed.

And then in a sudden, desperate moment she collapsed herself into his arms, wrapping her arms around his waist like a vice.

His heart skipped a beat.

He was taken aback, his eyes widening in shock as he stumbled backward, his mind trying to register what was happening.

His mind pondering for a moment before reaching out to touch her back however, suddenly his hand moved to lightly caress her head.

The warmth of his body seeped into hers, chasing away the chill of the tears.

Time stood still as they held each other, the only sound her ragged breathing. The world outside receded, leaving only the two of them, suspended in this moment of raw emotion and tender connection.

"I'm sorry." She lifted her head and swiped the back of her head against her damp cheeks. Her mortification deepened when she saw the tear blotches staining his expensive-button down.

"I-"She hiccuped. "I ruined your shirt."

He didn't even glance down. "It's a shirt, I have plenty."

"I didn't have any intention to embarrass you in front of people, mean hugging you all of a sudden." She stumbled over her words, and was scarlet with shame.

"If this is how you truly think, Mrs. Singhania, I have to say you are highly mistaken." He said, his voice dark yet coloured from invisible concern about her.

Her cheeks blushed a deep crimson, like the sunset over the ocean.

"I'm such a whiner, couldn't even bid my sons a proper good bye." She mumbled under her breath after a long pause, a tight sensation unfurled in her chest.

But the next moment, the words of her husband reached in her ears, taking her breath away.

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