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“Let’s eat… today, you both brothers have a privilege I will feed you both with my own hands,” Siya spoke, her voice soft but playful, eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Phir… Toh Bhai Laal tamatar honjayenge maa…”
[Then… brother will turn into a red tomato, Mom…] Ishivik exclaimed, his tiny legs carrying him in a rush toward the dining table like a little whirlwind.
“You little devil…” Ruhaan muttered, chasing after him with a mock scowl, laughter threatening to break through his composed face.
Meanwhile, Siya couldn’t hold back her laughter, the sound warm and light as sunlight spilled into the room.
“Okay, okay, enough. Sit, both of you,” she said, her hands gently guiding them.
Ishivik plopped himself onto Ruhaan’s lap without hesitation, and Siya settled close to them, the trio forming a cozy little circle at the table.
Siya picked up the first bite and fed it to Ishivik. The moment it touched his lips, his neck turned a deep shade of red, and a shy little smile curled on his lips.
“Aww, Ishu, you thought your brother would turn into a red tomato, but look at you you’re turning into a red cherry from blushing,” Siya teased, her fingers brushing lightly against his cheek as she spoke.
“Maa, don’t tease me! I am a child…” Ishivik protested, his tiny fists puffed out in mock indignation.
[Mom, don’t tease me! I’m just a child…]
A soft chuckle escaped Ruhaan and Siya in unison.
Then, with a gentle hand, siya fed Ruhaan. The moment her fingers brushed against his lips, Ruhaan’s face turned crimson. The warmth spreading across his cheeks was undeniable, and, with a mischievous tilt, he deliberately licked the tip of her finger, making her giggle.
Their eyes met for a heartbeat, a fleeting, electric moment of silence. Then Ishivik chirped up innocently, “You also became red… see?”
[You’re blushing too… see?]
“Chup chap khana khao, dono…” Siya admonished softly, smiling at their childish antics.
[Quietly eat your food, both of you…]
From that point on, she fed them quietly, with little pecks of laughter and teasing slipping through, while stealing bites for herself between feeding them. The room was filled with soft giggles, the gentle clinking of cutlery, and the warm, intimate rhythm of a shared meal that felt like home.
After dinner, Siya gently guided Ishivik toward the living room, her fingers brushing lightly against his small frame as she helped him out of his tiny shirt and into fresh, soft pajamas. The dim light from the chandelier cast a warm golden glow over the room, making every movement feel intimate and tender.
Ruhaan stood a few steps away, leaning against the wall, silently observing the scene. His lips curved into a soft, amused smile as he watched the effortless bond between Siya and Ishivik. The way Siya’s eyes softened when she looked at him, the way Ishivik leaned into her touch without hesitation—it was a rhythm only a mother and her child shared. It stirred something deep within him, a warmth he hadn’t realized he craved.
“Ab mission rest…” Siya whispered, her voice gentle, almost like a lullaby.
[Now mission: rest…]
“No… I willl not tellll bhai. To rest…” Ishivik replied stubbornly, his tiny arms crossing over his chest, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
[No… I will not tell brother. Let him rest…]
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