“I am glad you brought Shiv here. I missed him,” Diya told Aryan.
“He missed you too.”
Chandra heard them talking. He was in the kitchen, pouring water into two glasses. His eyes lifted and peered across into the living room. The cartoon, Tom and Jerry was playing on the TV for Shivam who was sitting beside his grandmother on the couch. Chandra was unable to see them as the couch’s back was facing him. While he could see Aryan’s side who was sitting on a single-arm sofa.
The eyes of Chandra stayed on Aryan. He had known for almost a week that he was married to-a man with whom he had a child. But now looking at them, it felt surreal. It is real and it is actually real that he is married and has a little boy. He had a strange feeling in his heart. But it was not terrible whatever he was feeling at that moment.
When Aryan glanced back at him, Chandra didn’t look away but smiled at him. However, the man retrieves his gaze. Chandra understood the original owner had done too much damage to just repair by a smile, and get him forgiveness from Aryan easily.
Chandra put the bottle back on the counter after filling the glasses and then his gaze tilted sideway to the little boy, who he didn’t know when came standing in the kitchen and staring at him. Chandra didn’t know he could like children until his elder sister gave birth to her two children. They were monsters but adorable monsters who would be calling him uncle. And the thought wretched him that he would never be able to see them again.
Now this little guy was his son and Chandra was his mother. As he looked at the little guy, he had to say that he was the cutest boy he’d ever seen. Anyone could tell by just one look that he had taken after his father.
Chandra took a glass of water and approached the little guy. Crouching down in front of the little guy, he asked him with a smile, “Bachha, are you thirsty?
Shivam didn’t say anything and took the glass that his mother handed him. He drank the water and simultaneously his eyes were peering over the rim of the glass and staring at his mother who had a smile on his lips. His mother never looked at him like this ever. . . kindly. Although his mother never said anything to him. His father told him that his mother was busy with his studies and that’s why he didn’t live with them. Shivam was only allowed to meet his mother once a month, and he never bothered his mother with unnecessary questions. But when his classmate told him that his mother was also studying and lived with them as well, unlike Shivam’s mother. He thought that his mother didn’t like him, that’s why he lived away from his father and him. But when he had asked his father about it, he told him that no one could ever hate Shivam as he was the best kid. His father is a liar. It’s not like his belief was confirmed by the words of his classmate. It was his mother who never looked at this way. . .. kind way. Shivam knew that his mother didn’t like him. Everyone in the family adored him and loved him but not his mother. He often looked forward to seeing his mother. He thought that one day, his mother would like him if he behaved like a good boy, he would come to live with them. And he wanted his mother to look at him and love him like the other mothers of his classmates.
When his maternal grandmother phoned home yesterday, she told him to come and meet her at his mother’s house. But there were still two weeks until he met his mother, so he couldn’t come to see her before that time. But his grandmother told him that his mother had been hurt a little, and it would make him feel better if he came. So, right after school, he came to see his mother with his father.
Shivam gave him back the glass. Grasping the glass back, Chandra asked, “Are you hungry?”
The little boy shook his head.
“Then do you want something else?”
The little boy shook his head again. He searched for something on Chandra’s face, he didn’t cotton on.
“Are you okay?”
“What happened to me?” Chandra asked.
“Naani said you were hurt.”
“Oh, that was almost a week ago, but now, I am all good.” Chandra gave him a thumb up and grinned at him
Shivam pursed his lips. “. . . May I see it?”
Chandra took his small palm and said, “Let me show you.” He guided it to the back of his head as he skewed down a little. “This is where I got a little injured.” He felt Shivam’s little fingers touching his head barely, where he’d been injured before.
Shivam asked with an uneasy voice, “Does it still hurt?”
Chandra’s heart filled with awe. The boy was worried for his mother. How could the original owner not want him? He was adorable and a good boy.
“No.” Chandra looked at his son with a chuckle. “It doesn’t hurt.” He paused and said, “So, that’s why you came to see me because you heard I am hurt?”
Shivam nodded and Chandra smiled. “I am glad you came to see me.”
The little guy’s ears turned pink at his mother’s words. And then he pulled out something from his pocket of the shorts and handed it to his mother.
“What is it?” Chandra said, putting the glass down on the floor and then unfolding the paper with both hands. He stared at the paper for seconds; It was a drawing of Chandra as there was written Ma gets well soon.”This is beautiful.” Chandra glanced back at him.“Did you make it?”
Shivam nodded again. He knew his mother was the prettiest person, but today his mother looked prettier with a smile that he’d never seen before. And he was smiling because of Shivam.
“I will cherish it,” Chandra said and the little boy blushed and went into the room, to watch the cartoon that was already on the TV for him.
Diya smiled as she heard his son talking to Shivam gently and fondly behind the counter where she and Aryan couldn’t see them but could hear. Back then his son didn’t like Aryan, he loathed him nor did Aryan like him but tolerated him for Shivam. But now, Chandra seems different as if he finally learned the value of the beautiful family and life he had. And she would like her son to finally get on track with his married life and carry on happily with his relationship.
Diya’s phone rang and she excused herself and went to the terrace, muttering to her husband what took him so long to call her this late. And then her husband told her it was just five minutes late. Then she began to tell her husband about the talk between Chandra and Shivam.
While in the living room, Aryan looked at his son. He was ready to see the disappointed face of his son after not receiving any affection from his mother again. But today, he was smiling. Shivam is happy because of his mother. And then Aryan’s gaze drifted to the omega, walking into the living room with a glass of water in a tray.
The omega whose name Chandra graced his appearance divinely. Yet Aryan never regarded him as anything other than an obnoxious and egocentric omega who had over-the-top self-awareness and had no regard for others’ perceptions or his only son.
Whenever the omega would be in heat and begging under him for good fuck, not aware of anything, he would have only one person’s name on his lips-Veer. Yearning for another alpha who was already taken. Nothing was disrespectful to an alpha more than hearing another alpha’s name from his wife . . . in his heat on their wedding night, Aryan had formed a lifetime bond against his will. It was only cruelty Aryan had done to the omega for the child he was carrying and for his little sister. He had no particularly feelings for the omega either.
The omega wouldn’t even look at his face, because of the scar, but in his presence, the omega would wear disdain on his face. After a few days of their wedding, he left to live with his mother, telling Aryan on his face that he couldn’t be a wife of an ugly monster, nor he would have his heart ever even he was his wife. And after a month of giving birth to Sihvam, he moved to another place. He would go to clubs and party and gamble. Studying was an excuse after failing the exams. However, whatever the omega was like he was the mother of Aryan’s son, and a plain truth that could never change and cannot be denied. And Aryan always had a person on the omega tail for protection only. And after a few months, Aryan didn’t even bother to know what he was doing in his life. He would give him money as long as he behaved in front of Shivam and didn’t cause trouble.
When the omega hit his head due to slipping from some stairs, Manaas told him that his wife had been crying ever since he had woken up. The omega didn’t tell anyone why. Somehow, he was solaced with his mother’s embrace.
Shivam wanted to see him after knowing from his maternal grandmother that his mother had been injured, so Aryan had no choice but to bring his son to see him. He was not a stubborn child. He is a good child and hardly asked for anything from Aryan. The only thing he languished for was his mother’s love that Aryan couldn’t give him.
Today, the omega looked different; his luminous wavy brown hair was graced by one side braid, enhancing his bare face, on which he had no slightest makeup. A sight to behold, which is rare for Aryan but still he felt compelled to look at him. Is it because the air around him seemed easy and friendly? or because he talked to shivam affectionately? The omega felt different, yet nothing about him changed. Saying that the omega has changed, is like saying the sun is rising from the west. He was lenient with Shivam, talking affectionately to the little guy that he is happy. . . so happy that it would hurt more to Aryan if it all turned out that the omega was deceiving. or doing it with a malicious motive.
“Water?” The omega said, holding a glass of water for him and waiting for him to take it. Chandra didn’t realize why Aryan was staring at him. But it was the most natural thing for him. When you have people in your home you give them water. And then Chandra realized that the original owner would never do such a thing. It was the servant’s job after all. Even though he’s a housekeeper who only comes four days a week. Chandra was not the original owner and he had no way of behaving like him either.
“No.” Aryan said in an icy and rough voice.
What’s with his voice? It is so attractive, Chandra thought.
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A/N; if anyone is curious,
Naani means maternal grandmother in Hindi language.
And Bachha means child in hindi.
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