What happens if the guy you truly love takes you for granted?
What happens if you are treated like a slave in your own house?
What happens if he accuses you of not trusting him when he doesn't trust you?
What happens if a guy has to choose between...
I wake up to the soft warmth of Vivu's little arms wrapped around me. His innocent face, peaceful in sleep, brings a rush of memories flooding back. I smile softly, tracing the lines of his tiny features. He looks so much like his father when he sleeps, the same calm, serene expression.
As I lie there, my mind drifts back to the day he called me "mama" for the first time. It was his first birthday, and the house was filled with laughter and joy. The candles on his cake flickered in the warm glow of the evening sun.
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I had bent down to him, wiping the cake off his little fingers, and as he looked up at me with those big, curious eyes, he whispered, "Mama." The sound was so tender, so full of love and trust, that my heart melted completely. I remember the way his tiny hands clutched my finger, his eyes reflecting the purest form of love. It was a moment I had dreamed of, a moment that made everything else in the world fade away.
I kiss Vivu's forehead gently, careful not to wake him, and slip out of bed. The room is quiet, and the early morning light filters through the curtains, casting a soft glow on everything. I step out, feeling the weight of the memories and the heavy heart that still carries the pain of the past.
Those flashbacks brought back so many beautiful memories with him, and it's one of the reasons I don't hate Akash. I love Vivu the most, after Khushi, or maybe even more. One of the reasons I named him Vivaan is because of its meaning, 'the first rays of the sun.' He is one of the reasons I am still here, and without him, I don't even know if I would be alive.
Khushi (knocking on the door) - Jiji!! Are you ok?
I snap out of my thoughts and get up to open the door.
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I look at Khushi with a worried expression and then I start to cry as well while hugging her.
Khushi (cupping me) - Jiji.... (sniff)... (sniff) what happpened? .... Why are ... you... crying?
Me (trying to stop cry) - First ... Khushi..you tell me... why are you crying?
Khushi (stopped crying but scared) - Jiji... I am getting a feeling in my heart indicating something is wrong.
