“Mother Yashoda asked, ‘My little dear Krishna, did you eat soil?'” Chandra said.
He was in bed with Shivam and engaged in telling the tales of little Krishna. The tales of Gods from the place Chandra had come, but didn’t exist in this world, but had their own God.
“The little Krishna shook his head in denial,” Chandra went on, as his hand remained caressing Shivam’s soft hair.
“He is lying,” Shivam said, his eyes lingering on the sight of his mother’s face.
“Right.” Chandra’s lips curved into a smile. “And when mother Yashoda told Krishna ‘my little dear, if you haven’t eaten the soil, then show me your mouth.’ Little Krishan opened his mouth. She was completely shocked by what she saw in her little son’s mouth.”
Chandra paused, creating a suspenseful moment.
“What mother Yashoda s-saw. . .” Shivam yawned, trying to stamp out the sleep that was creeping into his tired small body.
“Well, she saw the universe-the sun, the stars, and planets, constellations were inside Krishan’s mouth-the whole universe. . .”
Shivam yawned again. “Then what happened next?”
Chandra swept his palm over the child’s eyes and covered them. “I’ll tell you tomorrow. Now you go to sleep.”
“Promise?” Shivam removed his palm over the eyes, stubborn to keep his eyelids open.
“Okay, bachcha, promise.” Chandra held his small hand. “Now, go to sleep.”
“Okay. Good night,” Shivam said, closing the heavy eyelids finally.
“Good night, Shiva.”
Shivam fell asleep quickly, as his breaths became slow. After all, Shivam had a long day like always. He would go to school, and after school, and one hour of break, he would have a tutor, who would teach him on an advanced level for two hours. Then after another break of half hours, he would have piano lessons and by that time it would be evening which he would spend playing and then he would spend an hour with his father to do his school homework (which is easy for him) so that when he goes to bed, he falls asleep quickly.
Chandra planted a soft kiss on the forehead of Shivam, and whispered to him sweet dreams, my child.
And he got up cautiously, not wanting to wake the child. He went out of the room and saw the study room’s door was a little ajar. He peeked through it, and Aryan was still working behind the table.
“Do you need something?” Aryan asked, raising his gaze across the room at Chandra and startling him.
Chandra opened the door a little but didn’t move from his spot. “No. I mean, yes-Shivam is sleeping. . . When are you coming to bed?”
“Is that your question?”
Chandra shook his head and then said, “I want to ask, may I go to bring Shivam tomorrow from school? . . .you know I want to surprise him; he will be happy-”
“Come inside,” Aryan said, pulling something out of the drawer of the table.
Chandra entered the room and stood in front of the table. He looked around. A wall filled with pictures of family, but most of them were Shivam.
“Here, take this,” Aryan said, grabbing his attention. He received a card from Aryan. “Without this, you won’t be allowed to enter. And take Rohini with you,” Aryan insisted.
Chandra smiled.
The man raised his eyebrow in confusion when Chandra remained on his spot, despite saying “Thank you.”
“If you don’t mind, can I stay for just a minute to see those pictures? I will be quiet.”
“Just a minute,” Aryan told him.
With the card safely stowed in his pocket, Chandra walked in front of the wall.
Aryan glanced at the omega’s back as his eyes lingered at the pictures of Shivam. His eyes drifted down on his shorts, reaching to his knees and revealing his slender pale legs. He was in his bare feet again.
What is he trying to accomplish? What’s going on through his little head? Even if Aryan is convinced that the omega had selfish intentions to deceive him. He couldn’t deny those copper brown eyes whenever Shivam was around him. His eyes would gleam with something. That voice of his. Aryan heard through the phone that connected to the intercom. He hadn’t anticipated that the omega would be so skilled at narrating stories to the child. Though Aryan had never heard this tale before.
The omega turned on his feet. “Good night, sir,” he said with a smile.
“Night,” Aryan responded.
The omega left the room.
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At around 7 a.m., Chandra awoke as per his regular schedule. A smile formed on his lips when he noticed Shivam peacefully curled up and sleeping beside him. He couldn’t help but keep his gaze on his face. The features of the little boy resemble those of his father. But unlike Aryan’s dark complexion that enhances his prominent features, Shivam’s fair complexion resembled Chandra’s. And that made Chandra happy because there was something that Shivam and he were alike.
Without waking the little guy, he got out of bed and headed to the en-suite bathroom. Later, in the walk-in closet that he was sharing with Aryan, he threw some warm clothes on himself, and slipped into his running shoes before going for a morning run.
In the kitchen, Chandra encountered a housekeeper who greeted him and while he responded politely. He drank the warm water. And he had asked her about Aryan; she informed him while gesturing toward the end of the hallway room that he was in the gym.
Grabbing an apple from the food basket on the counter, Chandra made his way towards the lift.
At the gate, the guards greeted Chandra and he returned their greeting in his keen voice.
The fog was floating in the morning air, but it was peaceful with noisy birds chirping. He remembered he was close to the ocean; he had never seen it before. He was 6 km away from where he stood as Chandra checked the distance in the Google map.
He slipped his phone inside the jacket and covered his ear with a hoodie. And his feet jog toward the ocean.
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Chandra came back by the time of 8. A.M. He had to go to meet the agent at nine. Anyway, he wasn’t in a hurry, as the estate was barely ten minutes away by car.
Arms folded across his chest, Chandra remained by the door, watching what was happening inside the room. Shivam was in his school uniform. He put his small feet in his father’s shoes, not any other shoes, but the shoes Chandra made for Aryan. Then he walked back and forth while his focus remained on the shoes. Unaware that someone was looking at him.
“Aren’t these too big for you, sir?” Chandra chuckled, walking toward him.
Shivam’s gaze moved to him. And his chubby cheeks turned red with embarrassment.
“So, do you like them?”
“It doesn’t matter. They won’t fit me.” Shivam’s lips slightly pouted, which overwhelmed his cuteness.
And Shivam took those shoes off. “And you made them for Papa.”
“Shiva, how did you know that I made them?” Chandra asked with a slight surprise.
He wasn’t intentionally keeping his business a secret, he just hadn’t found the time to talk about it with anyone except his mother, Diya. And when he thought to tell Aryan about it, the man didn’t even bother to open the box, and went back to the study room with the box.
There was hesitation in Shivam’s voice. “If I tell you, you won’t get angry?”
Chandra bent over and with his hands on his knees. “I won’t be angry at you for this. I’m just curious. How did you know? I didn’t tell anyone, except for your Nani. Though Rohini might know as well, since she is always sticking to me like a booger.”
Shivam giggled and Chandra’s lips cracked up.
Then Shivam revealed. “When I was at your place the last time, I saw your notebook. And I was curious, and opened it and saw drawings of shoes, so, I thought you loved to make shoes. . . But I haven’t told anyone.”
Chandra ruffled Shivam’s soft hair. “You are very sharp, sir.”
As Shivam put those shoes back. He felt jealous that he didn’t receive anything from his mother while his mother made shoes for his father.
“Shiva,” Chandra said, “If you want to, I will make one set for you as well when you grow up just like your father. How’s that sound to you?”
A twinkle appeared in Shivam’s eyes. “Okay.”
As the bathroom door opened Chandra spun on his feet and then that was all. Naively and candidly his eyes checked out the half-naked man coming through the bathroom door. The strong, well-defined physique of the man demanded attention. The towel securely wrapped around his hips, revealed a little V line. Droplets were sticking to his perfectly taut stomach that tumbled down from his damp hair. His broad shoulders. The dark hair was over his forehead, giving Aryan a kind yet hot look simultaneously.
Aryan was the definition of alluring.
A heat was spooling in Chandra’s stomach and loitering in between his legs as Chandra found himself drawn to Aryan.
Something is not right.
Aryan’s feet paused in front of him, a concern showed up on his face. “You okay-your nose is bleeding.”
Chandra brought his head down. His hand reached out and touched his nose to check. And his fingers were stained with blood.
“You need medical attention.”
“No. it’s happened sometimes to me,” Chandra assured him. However, this only happens during the summer, not the winter. This was the first time it happened because Aryan’s handsomeness overwhelmed him and raised his body temperature.
Aryan moved past him, grabbed tissue paper from the table, and returned. He extended his hand out to hand him tissue paper, but when Chandra didn’t take it, Aryan loomed over him. And pulled his chin gently and hoisted it. Therefore, Chandra had no choice but to look at the man. And Chandra couldn’t breathe, as the man cleaned the blood under his nose. At this proximity, Chandra could smell the same musky scent he’d smelled in the towel before, but more strongly. Half of the scar on his face was hidden beneath the moistened stubble on his strong jaws.
The heat sweeping between his legs got strong, tickling him. . . And felt a wetness in his underwear. He couldn’t grasp and distinguish. His body naturally reacted to Aryan-he could feel a little nudge against his pants-Chandra was getting hard.
And he was relieved to wear his baggy hoodie jacket. The length of it reached down to his mid-thigh, keeping away the embarrassing view from the man.
And then those eyes glance at him for a second.
“Thank you,” Chandra took the tissue paper from his hand, and his feet darted into the bathroom. He closed the door behind him; and his heart was beating wildly.
“Fuck.” He let out a breath.
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Author note – Hope you love the chapter, writing it gave me a hard time that’s why even if I wanted to I couldn’t complete it on time.
And if anyone is curious- the little Krishna is the tale of God Krishna in India. Though coincidently Krishna is my real name.
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