Heartfelt Moment

Advika's POV:

Everything feels like a dream, as if I’ve stumbled into a beautiful fairy tale. It feels surreal, like I’ve finally found the family I always longed for. Everyone in Vivan’s family is so sweet and welcoming—it’s overwhelming in the best way possible. Sometimes, though, a small part of me fears that this dream might shatter one day. That all of this—the love, the happiness, the togetherness—might slip away, leaving me back in the emptiness I once knew.

But for now, I hold on to this moment, cherishing every smile, every laugh, every gesture of love. If this truly is a dream, I hope I never wake up.

After Vivan left for the office so suddenly, I couldn't help but feel scared and nervous. He looked tense, and his rushed departure left me with a sinking feeling. However, Vivan's dad noticed my worry and reassured me with a calm smile, saying, "Don't worry, everything is fine."

Meanwhile, Vivan's mom wasn’t as calm—she started shouting loudly, "This boy can't stay at home for even a single day!" Her tone was exasperated, but it made everyone laugh. The cheerful chatter around the table continued, with everyone in good spirits, until Vivan's dadi chimed in. She turned to Vivan's mom and said, "Bilkul apni maa par gaya hai, na? Kaise tikega ghar mein!"

The moment those words left her mouth, the smile on Vivan's mom's face faded. The atmosphere changed instantly. Before anyone could process the remark, Vivan's dad roared, his voice booming across the room, making everyone flinch. But the old lady—Vivan's dadi—sat there, unfazed and shameless.

I could feel my fists clenching in anger. I respect elders, but sometimes they forget how to behave. That day, too, she crossed the line with her words, speaking ill of Vivan. Every part of me wanted to stand up and defend him, to tell her off for saying such things. But I held back. This wasn’t my place—not yet. Thankfully, Vivan's bua handled the situation perfectly, diffusing the tension with a few sharp yet subtle words.

Even though things settled down, the scene was replayed in my mind. The love and happiness around this family are immense, but moments like these remind me that no family is perfect. And yet, my respect for Vivan’s dad and bua grew even more after today.

Then she turned towards me and said, "Well, the new daughter-in-law is supposed to make breakfast on the first day, but how would you know about traditions? You don’t have a mother to teach you."

That was it. She shouldn’t have brought my mom into this. My heart clenched in anger, and I was ready to shout at her, to defend my mom’s dignity. But before I could say a word, the entire table erupted. Everyone shouted at her, and in that moment, I realized—I had a family to protect me. Tears pricked my eyes, overwhelmed by this unexpected support.

Vivan’s dad was the first to speak, his voice firm and sharp. "Mom, I swear, if you dare say a single word against Advika, I’ll forget that you are my mother." His words left no room for argument.

All the youngsters immediately chimed in, their voices loud and unified. "You’ve said it today, but after this, don’t even think about saying anything against our bhabhi. We respect you, but we won’t tolerate you speaking against her."

Vivan’s bua, sharp and witty as always, didn’t hold back either. "Looks like old age has messed with your mind. You’re just saying anything that comes to your mouth."

Vivan’s dadi fumed in anger, her face red with frustration. "So much concern for this girl who just arrived? Who is she anyway?"

And then, Vivan’s mom said something I’ll never forget. Her voice was calm yet firm as she instantly replied, "She’s my daughter." She looked directly at me, her eyes filled with love and conviction, and then turned back to dadi. "Did you hear me? She’s my daughter. You’ve said countless things to me over the years, and I’ve endured it all. But I won’t tolerate even a single word against my daughter-in-law."

The moment she stopped speaking, I couldn’t hold back my emotions. Tears rolled down my cheeks, not from sadness, but from the overwhelming love and support I felt. For the first time in years, I felt like I had my mom back—someone who would stand up for me, someone who would fight for me. I wasn’t alone anymore.

I excused myself from everyone and ran towards my room. My emotions were all over the place; the words I had just heard were so heavy, and they brought back memories of my mom and dad. I missed them more than ever. Sitting on the edge of the bed, tears streamed down my face uncontrollably when I heard a soft knock on the door.

I quickly wiped my tears and looked up, only to see Vivan's mom and dad standing there. I composed myself and said, "Please, come inside."

Vivan's mom walked up to me and gently sat down beside me. Her voice was soft and filled with concern as she said, "I’m sorry for what happened, beta. We never wanted your first day in this house to be like this. We’re so sorry."

I shook my head, trying to reassure her. "It’s okay, aunty," I said.

She smiled at me warmly and said, "Not aunty, beta. Call me Maa. I’m like your mother, am I not? From now on, if you ever miss your mom, just come to me, okay?"

Her words were like a balm to my aching heart. Without thinking, I hugged her tightly, burying my face in her shoulder as my tears flowed freely. She softly patted my head, just like Mumma used to do, and in that moment, all the walls I had built around my grief came crashing down.

I couldn’t stop my tears anymore, but for the first time, I felt a sense of belonging, a sense of having a family again.

We broke the hug when Vivan's dad gently patted my head. His voice was warm and reassuring as he said, "Not just a mother—this papa is also here for you. If you ever miss your dad, just come to me, beta."

I looked at him with teary eyes, my emotions overwhelming me. I nodded, a small, grateful smile forming on my lips as I whispered, "Thank you, Papa."

In that moment, it felt like after two long years of emptiness, I had found my parents again. My heart swelled with a sense of comfort and love I thought I had lost forever.

After they left, their words kept echoing in my mind: I got my parents back. The thought brought a bittersweet ache to my heart, and I couldn't stop the small, hopeful smile from forming.

A few seconds later, all of Vivan's siblings came rushing into the room. I quickly wiped my tears, not wanting them to worry. But their concern was evident in their expressions and the way they surrounded me, trying to cheer me up.

Their genuine care and attempts to console me warmed my heart, and I couldn’t help but smile. It felt like I was truly a part of this family now.

"Bhabhi, don't pay attention to Nani's words. Nobody likes her anyway, and to be honest, I don't either," Khushi said, rolling her eyes.

"She has never treated me or Ansh Bhaiya as part of the family," Agrima added, her tone filled with a mix of frustration and sadness.

I glanced at Ansh, who remained silent as always. He was such a reserved person, quiet and composed. The only thing I truly knew about him was his deep bond with Vivan and the immense respect he seemed to have for me. He rarely spoke, but his actions spoke volumes.

Even during all the excitement of my welcome, when the other youngsters hugged me playfully, Ansh had been the only one to bend down respectfully to touch my feet, whispering, "Welcome, Bhabhi."

It left a lasting impression on me—his quiet nature masked a heart full of warmth and respect.

Akshit’s phone pinged with a notification, and he squealed in excitement, making everyone at the table turn to look at him like he’d lost his mind. Noticing the attention, he smirked and said, “Don’t look at me like that! Nazar lag jaayegi mujhe!”

Everyone sighed at his over-the-top reaction, clearly used to his dramatics. That’s when I heard Sarah whisper under her breath, “Must be a message from some girl.”

Her comment almost made me burst into laughter, while Akshit, pretending not to hear, sat there with a smug look, thoroughly enjoying the moment.

We were all sitting together while they tried to distract me, but then an idea popped into my head. I turned to everyone and said, "I want to cook lunch for everyone."

They all looked at me, confused, and Sarah quietly whispered, "Bhabhi, you really don't need to listen to anything Dadi says." Everyone else nodded in agreement. Meanwhile, Akshit was busy typing away on his phone, absentmindedly saying, "Yeah, yeah, no need to listen." He didn't even know what we were talking about.

Ansh, however, took Akshit's phone and put it in his pocket. Akshit immediately demanded it back, but Ansh just gave him a sharp glare, silencing him. Then he looked at me and said, "What were you saying, Bhabhi?"

I had to stifle a laugh at his serious expression.

"Guys, I just want to cook for myself and everyone, not because of Dadi but because I want to," I explained. They all sighed, clearly resigned.

They all left the room, but as I sat there with a smirk on my face, I thought to myself, "Dadi ji, the way you made  mom and me cry today, I will let you cry like that. If I don’t, my name isn’t Advika Vivan Raichand."

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