Truthfully Yours

Chapter 69

Shakti Singhania
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Shakti Singhania
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Shakti Singhania
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Shakti Singhania

I whispered into my son's right ear as I held him in my arms and kissed his forehead gently as he blinked, looking at me. I grasped his tiny fist in my hand and smiled at him.

I felt a hand grasping my arm gently, leaning against me. Needn't to be said aloud, that's my wife, Madhvi Singhania, looking at me curiously.

"What's the name, Vir?" Her eyes sparkled with wonder and gratification.

"Maybe you should wait till my son reveals the little secret," I nudged her shoulder playfully with mine, to which she smacked my shoulder, which was not too hard, but was an understatement.

"C'mon Vir, reveal the name. Let's see who won," Raghu exclaimed, holding the jar of paper chits- the name chosen from it.

As I had my family-what I see them as- to select names for our son, and they all did enough dramas to narrate to my son while feeding him food when he grows up. But I highly doubt if he'll be interested in comical morons.

The naming ceremony, supposed to be one of the special days of our son, we decided and planned the event as harmoniously as possible but fate had other plans and a mishap occurred, which got my family tensed, especially my wife. As the harsh moment eased with time, Prakash Mehta, Madhvi's little nephew, who claimed to be brought by the maid 'unintentionally'.

He had made the moments even sweeter and happy for us all, especially for Madhvi who was happy to have one member from her family- I highly doubt if it was only one as I had noticed her brother, Prashant Mehta, in the corner. I also noticed a small paper chit in his tiny tiny fist, so I lifted him before someone else could notice and got the chit from him unnoticed by others.

I glanced at Prashant, who was looking over at me in shock, anger, fear, and- hurt? I sighed, slipping the paper into my pocket, which made him furious. He turned away, running his hand through his hair roughly.

I asked Prakash to select the name from the jar, and Madhvi was over the moon. I lifted my little brother and kissed his cheek as an apology, but had I forgotten that my brother is more mature than I?

Vansh said, "I'm happier to have Prakash here. He's the little boy than me, so as a big boy, I should give him a chance, just like you do for me, mummy."

And I couldn't be more proud of him being someone he calls his 'mummy'. I kissed his forehead and looked at Prakash as he took a chit from the jar as Madhvi instructed him. He walked towards me and placed the chit in my palm. I kissed his cheeks too and tickled him before opening the folded paper. I turned my back on them to keep them on the edge. They started betting on the names they chose.

I was surprised and happy to find the selected name was what Madhvi and I chose for our son- but the paper in my pocket made me feel unsettled. I glanced at Prashant Mehra one last time, and I found none, I opened the other paper.

Just as my intuition said, it was a name.

Thus, I decided which one of the names I should give my son.

As I reminisced about the events of the evening, I lost track of the present. I snapped out of my thoughts as Madhvi shook me gently.

"What are you thinking about? What name did you give our son?"

I sighed and looked at all of them before locking eyes with my angry wife. I smiled.

She huffed in frustration.

"Vir, don't test our patience. It's wearing thin, bro," Raghu exclaimed, holding Vansh and Prakash in his arms.

"Yes, mummy," Vansh told.