Nakul's hands trembled as he lifted the baby into his arms. The child stopped crying for a moment, sensing the change in atmosphere. Nakul's breath caught in his throat, his heart racing with a mix of fear and determination.
He slowly sat down in a chair near the crib, the baby resting in his arms. The reality of what he was about to do hit him all over again. Feeding the child would mean crossing a line—a line that terrified him because it represented acceptance, commitment, and a level of intimacy he wasn't sure he was ready for.
Abhijeet knelt beside him, his hand resting on Nakul's knee. "You're doing great," he said softly, his voice soothing like a calm breeze in the storm of Nakul's emotions. "Take your time."
Nakul nodded, though the fear still lingered in his chest. He looked down at the baby, whose small mouth opened, waiting for nourishment. With a deep, shaky breath, Nakul positioned the baby to feed, feeling the tension build in every muscle of his body.
At first, nothing happened. Nakul's anxiety tightened its grip around his heart, but he forced himself to stay still, to not pull away. Then, as the baby began to nurse, a strange wave of emotion surged through Nakul—relief, fear, and an unexpected sense of connection.
He had done it. He was feeding his child.
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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...
