MOMMA BY CHOICE

Furious Vihan

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It was a bright, sunny afternoon, and Meera was busy at home, playing with their little son, Veer. The soft giggles veer filled the living room, his toys and cushions scattered around as he explored the colorful shapes and sounds. Meera was enjoying her time with him, smiling at his curiosity and energy, when her phone buzzed on the nearby couch.

She picked it up casually, expecting a routine call, but as soon as she saw the name flash across the screen—Akash, Vihan's personal assistant—she felt a small knot of concern form in her stomach. It wasn't common for Akash to call her directly. Her eyes flicked back to Veer, who was engrossed in trying to pull apart two soft blocks, and then she answered the call.

"Hello, Akash," Meera said, keeping her voice light but curious. "Is everything okay?"

There was a pause on the other end, and Meera could hear the faint sounds of chaos in the background—voices speaking in hurried tones, papers shuffling, and a tense energy that seemed to leap through the phone line.

"Ma'am, I'm sorry to bother you, but... it's Vihan sir, he's—he's really upset. The entire office is on edge, and no one knows what to do. He's furious, and I—well, I think you might be the only one who can calm him down," Akash said, his voice shaky.

Meera felt her heart quicken. Vihan had always been passionate about his work, but it wasn't often that he let his temper get the best of him, especially not to the point where his staff couldn't handle it. She knew immediately that something serious must have happened.

"I'll be there as soon as I can," Meera said, already scooping Veer into her arms and heading towards the door. She could hear the relief in Akash's voice as he thanked her before hanging up.

Veer, sensing the sudden change in his mother's mood, looked up at her with wide eyes, as if asking what was going on. Meera pressed a quick kiss to his forehead. "It's okay, baby. We're going to see Dadda. He needs us."

She grabbed Veer's diaper bag, slung it over her shoulder, and headed out to the car, her mind racing. What could have possibly gone so wrong at the office? Vihan had been under a lot of stress lately, juggling multiple projects and difficult clients, but she had never seen him lose control like this. Whatever it was, she knew one thing for sure—she had to get to him, fast.

As Meera pulled into the parking lot of Vihan's office building, she could already feel the tension in the air. She parked the car, quickly unbuckled Veer from his car seat, and made her way into the sleek glass building. As she stepped through the entrance, she was greeted by the sight of nervous faces—employees moving around quickly, whispering to one another, and darting nervous glances toward Vihan's office.

Akash was waiting for her near the reception desk, looking flustered and a little pale. "Ma'am, thank goodness you're here," he said, his eyes wide with relief. "It's... it's bad. He's in his office, and no one dares go in. He's been yelling, and—well, you'll see."

Meera gave him a reassuring smile, though her stomach was tightening with worry. "Thank you, Akash. I'll take care of it."

With Veer still in her arms, Meera made her way down the hall towards Vihan's office. She could hear the muffled sound of Vihan's voice, raised in anger, from behind the heavy wooden door. Her heart ached hearing the frustration and rage in his usually calm, measured tone.

Taking a deep breath, she knocked softly before opening the door.

The sight that greeted her was not what she was used to seeing. Vihan stood behind his large desk, his face flushed with anger, his hands gripping the edge of the desk so hard his knuckles were white. Papers were scattered across the desk and floor, and a few senior managers stood awkwardly in the corner of the room, clearly unsure of what to do. The tension was thick in the air.