MOMMA BY CHOICE

Momma by Veer's Choice

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The dawn broke gently over the Raichand family home, the soft light filtering through the curtains and casting a warm, golden hue across the kitchen. Meera stood at the counter, stirring a pot of oatmeal, her heart swelling with gratitude as she watched the world awaken outside. The chirping of birds filled the air, a symphony of new beginnings that mirrored her own journey.

As she stirred, her thoughts drifted back to the day she first walked into the Raichand Mansion, filled with both hope and trepidation. She remembered how nervous she had felt, her heart racing as she prepared for her interview. But the moment she laid eyes on Veer, everything changed. He was in such a distress which she couldn't see, his wails echoing , drawing her in with a magnetic force she couldn't resist.

And something profound had shifted in her heart that day. It was the beginning of a bond that would grow stronger than she could ever have imagined.

Weeks turned into months, and the little boy who had once been a stranger became her world. Each day was a tapestry woven with laughter, play, and moments that filled her soul. She reveled in their adventures—afternoons spent in the park, reading stories beneath the shade of a tree, or building towering castles from blocks. Veer had brought a light into her life that she never knew she needed, and with each passing day, she found herself falling in love with him.

But it was not just Veer who captured her heart; it was Vihan, too. His presence was like a calm breeze, grounding her amidst the beautiful chaos of their lives. She recalled their first real conversation, how the warmth of his voice had enveloped her, and how his laughter had danced in the air like music. He had spoken of his dreams, of his hopes for Veer, and with every word, she felt herself drawn closer to him.

The way Vihan looked at her—there was a depth in his gaze that spoke volumes. He saw her, not just as a nanny but as a woman, a partner. And when they shared those quiet moments together, it felt as if the world had faded away, leaving only the two of them intertwined in a melody of love.

Meera smiled as she remembered the playful banter they often exchanged. Vihan's possessiveness was endearing, especially when he would jokingly pout whenever Veer nursed. "Hey! Save some for me!" he would tease, his eyes glinting with mischief. The way he would sulk, his arms crossed, made her heart flutter. It was a playful reminder of the affection that blossomed between them.

She chuckled softly, recalling the time he had jokingly suggested joining them in the breastfeeding. "With those luscious breasts? You're the best milk machine I've ever seen," he had said, his teasing nature both flattering and disarming.

In the embrace of their laughter, Meera had found solace and joy, and she knew that she was no longer just a caregiver. She was becoming something deeper—a mother in every sense of the word, by choice and by love.

Then there were Gayatri and Abhimanyu, Vihan's parents, who had welcomed her into their lives with open arms. Their kindness had enveloped her like a warm blanket, and she cherished the evenings spent at their home. Abhimanyu's gentle wisdom and Gayatri's nurturing spirit created a safe haven where she felt truly accepted.

"Vihan has always had a soft spot for you," Gayatri had whispered one evening, her eyes twinkling with knowing. "You've brought so much joy to our family."

Meera had smiled, her heart swelling with warmth. "I feel so lucky to be here," she had replied. "It feels like home."

As she stood in the kitchen, the familiar sounds of Veer playing in the background pulled her from her reverie. She could hear him giggling, his laughter like music, and she felt a profound sense of fulfillment. It was moments like these that made her realize how far they had come.

When she turned around, she saw Veer toddling into the kitchen, his little face lit with excitement. "Momma! Panakes!" he exclaimed, his hands clapping with delight.

Meera knelt down, scooping him into her arms, the warmth of his small body pressing against her filling her with joy. "Yes, my love! Pancakes for my favorite superhero!" she replied, planting a kiss on his cheek.

Vihan walked in, his hair tousled from sleep, and as their eyes met, a silent understanding passed between them. He joined them, wrapping his arms around both Meera and Veer, creating a cocoon of warmth and love. "What's the plan for today?" he asked, his voice low and inviting.

"I was thinking we could have a picnic in the garden, just us three," Meera suggested, her heart brimming with anticipation.

"Sounds perfect!" Vihan agreed, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

As they prepared for the picnic, Meera felt a rush of gratitude. They were a family—an unconventional, beautiful family bound not by blood but by choice, love, and shared experiences. In that moment, she knew that Veer had chosen her just as much as she had chosen him.

They laid out the blanket in the garden, a tapestry of colors beneath the clear blue sky. The sunlight danced upon them, illuminating their laughter as they shared sandwiches, fruit, and stories. Meera watched Vihan as he playfully chased Veer, his laughter mingling with their son's joyous squeals. It was a beautiful sight, and she felt her heart swell with emotion.

"Momma! Catch me!" Veer shouted, running as fast as his little legs would carry him.

With a grin, Meera joined the chase, her heart light as she darted after him. The world around them faded away, leaving only their laughter and the love that surrounded them. In that moment, she was not just a nanny; she was Veer's momma, and he was her everything.

After a while, they collapsed onto the blanket, breathless and happy. Veer nestled between them, his small body warm and content. "I wove wou, Momma," he murmured, his eyes heavy with sleep.

Tears brimmed in Meera's eyes as she held him close. "I love you too, sweetheart, so much. You make my heart so happy."

As the sun began to set, painting the sky with hues of pink and gold, Meera reflected on her journey. She had started as a caregiver, but now she was a mother by choice, a title she cherished deeply. The love they shared was a beautiful tapestry woven from countless moments—each giggle, each shared meal, each playful banter—creating a life filled with warmth and laughter.

In the quiet of the evening, as the stars began to twinkle overhead, Meera felt an overwhelming sense of peace. She glanced at Vihan, who looked at her with pride and love. Together, they had created something beautiful, a family built on love, acceptance, and unwavering commitment.

"Momma by choice," she whispered to herself, a serene smile gracing her lips. It was a phrase that echoed in her heart, a reminder of the power of love and the joy that came from choosing to be together.

With Veer nestled in her arms, she knew that this was just the beginning. The journey ahead would be filled with challenges and joys, but they would face it all together, bound by the love they had chosen for each other.

As the night enveloped them, Meera embraced the warmth of her family, feeling grateful for every moment that had led her here. This was her life, her love, her family—and she wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

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Hey Guys...

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Hope you guys will keep voting and showering  your love to my this book endlessly...

I have started writing another book which is also a single parent book.. and hope you will love that book tooo...

I will miss My little heart 'Veer' and his momma and daddaaa... 

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