The next morning, Nakul woke up with a new resolve, though the fear still simmered beneath the surface. His chest was sore, the pressure unbearable, as if his own body was begging him to finally feed the baby. Nakul looked at his reflection in the mirror—his eyes were dark with exhaustion, and his face pale from the constant internal battle.
Taking a deep breath, he walked to the room where Abhijeet and Pradyuman were tending to the baby. The tension in the air was palpable; they both knew Nakul's struggle wasn't just a physical one, but an emotional storm he had to weather.
Abhijeet was the first to notice him enter. He looked up from the crib, his eyes filled with a quiet encouragement. "Nakul," he greeted softly, his voice steady but kind.
Pradyuman, ever the stoic father, glanced at his son but said nothing. His silence held both expectation and understanding. Nakul knew his father wasn't going to push him this time. He had to make the choice himself.
Nakul took hesitant steps towards the crib. The baby was crying again, their little fists clenched, face red with hunger. His heart twisted at the sight—the baby needed him, and yet the thought of feeding them still sent waves of panic through him.
"I want to try," Nakul said softly, barely more than a whisper. The words tasted foreign in his mouth, but he meant them.
Pradyuman and Abhijeet exchanged a look, a mixture of relief and concern passing between them. Pradyuman stood back, giving Nakul space, while Abhijeet stayed close, ready to help if needed.
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Secrets of a Second Life
FantasyNakul and his daughter Aisha navigate the challenges of parenthood while haunted by a mysterious curse. As shadows threaten their fragile peace, ACP Pradyuman stands as a protector. Nakul fiercely defends his family, confronting the growing darkness...
