Chapter 11

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After one long month? Yes, here I am. I am really sorry for everything. I thought that I would stop writing for sometime and prepare well for my exams but still did not score good marks 😌🙂.

Now I have decided: Bhaad mein Gaye exams. I will not stop writing.

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"She is so little." I held my little baby's finger and she yawned. Ruhi and Yudhishthir's daughter. Kahani. "She looks just like Ruhi but her eyes are like you Yudhishthir." I looked at him who was busy admiring his princess.

"Yeah." He whispered and picked her up in his arms.

I won't be able to give this happiness to Aadit. Happiness of being a father. I am not capable of bearing a child.

It's not like I did not try. I tried a lot to convince myself that I am not less than anyone but Vaishnavi's words never failed to shatter my confidence. And most importantly I was afraid. Why? Because Aadit had loved Vaishnavi and what if in future he realised that I was not worth his attention. And would leave me for her.

"Being a mother is such a blessing." I said and Ruhi smiled. I wanted to hear my truth from her mouth. At least I deserved to know everything from my family but they had decided to hide things from me. I deserved answers.

Ruhi looked at me briefly and then said ," Yeah being a mother is such a blessing. Raising kids with love and care is more important than giving birth to them."

Was she gonna tell me? She knew that something was wrong with me but she never asked me.

"I know." I whispered and she looked up. "Even I know that." She whispered back.

"Then why did you not talk with me about this?" I asked her.

"Because I know that you won't understand." Her eyes held a different emotion. "Bearing a child is easier than raising one. Yashodha maiya was not the real mother of Krishna ji. She did not birth him from her womb but she loved him moon and back. Today, she is recognised as the mother of lord Krishna more than Devaki ji."

"But she was capable of bearing a child." I argued with her and she smiled.

"I will say it again that a child's upbringing matters the most. It does not matter who had birthed that child. Being a mother is an emotion not a task. What if a lady gives birth to a child but she does not take care of the baby? She abandons the baby and another lady brings up the child. Who would be considered a mother?"

"You mean that adoption is a good option." I asked her.

"No, I don't mean that. All I mean is it should be your choice. I was just giving you some examples. I wanted to make you realise that your worth is not defined by having a baby. You do what you wish." She patted my back and I left the room.

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