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Author's Note:

Before diving into this chapter, I just wanted to address something important. I've noticed in some stories that the word "Mama" often gets misunderstood, and sadly, it sometimes leads to unnecessary hate. 💔

In South Indian culture, the term "Mama" holds a deep and beautiful significance. It's not just a word—it's a way of showing respect, affection, and even love. ❤️ In many families, wives affectionately call their husbands "Mama" as a sign of endearment and a nod to tradition. Even to this day, my mother lovingly calls my father "Mama," and it's a sweet reminder of our roots. 

I know we all come from different cultures and backgrounds, and that's what makes us so unique and beautiful. 🌍✨ So if this term feels unfamiliar or odd to you, that's okay! But let's remember to embrace diversity with kindness. 🫶 If you don't connect with it, that's perfectly fine—just please don't spread hate toward it or those who cherish it.

We're all here to enjoy a story, share emotions, and connect, so let's keep this space filled with love and respect. 💕 Thank you for understanding

Third pov:

It had been three blissful days of calm and joy. Priya sat on the balcony, her face glowing in the soft evening light. The gentle breeze played with her hair as she rested her hands protectively over her small baby bump. A smile crept onto her lips, growing wider when two strong arms wrapped around her from behind.

"Hey, wifey," Vishnu's deep voice teased in her ear, his hands slipping beneath the soft fabric of her saree to rub her belly gently."How's my queen doing today?"

Priya leaned back into him with a soft chuckle, "I'm fine, Mr. Husband," she replied cheekily before turning to bury her face in his chest. Vishnu pressed a lingering kiss to the top of her head.

But Priya wasn't one to let things go unnoticed. She pulled back slightly, peering up at him with narrowed eyes. "I am noticing you for these past three days, Are you hiding something from me?" she asked, her voice calm but sharp.

Vishnu couldn't help but grin at her. She always read him like an open book, and while he loved that about her, he had to keep Rudhran's secret under wraps. Stroking her cheek with his thumb, he replied softly, "Nothing for you to worry about. When the time comes, you'll know everything, okay?"

Priya studied him for a moment before letting it slide. Her lips curled into a small smile. "Fine. But don't think you're off the hook, Vishnu."

"I wouldn't dream of it," he said with a wink.

Priya's gaze softened as she shifted topics. "I'm so happy for Rudhran and Aaradhya. They deserve this. We have to support them, Vish."

"Of course, we will," Vishnu replied without hesitation.

Asusual they both are sharing their sweet nothings, suddenly her expression faltered. She glanced down, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I'm scared, though. What if something happens to me... or our baby, Just like last time?"

Before she could finish her thought, Vishnu's hand shot up to gently cover her mouth. "Priya ma, stop right there," his tone firm yet tender. "Don't even think like that. You and our baby are my entire world. Nothing is going to happen this time. I'm here with you, and we've got this, okay?"

Priya's worried eyes searched his, and the reassurance in his voice melted her fears. She nodded slowly, leaning into his chest again.

To lighten the mood, "You know we are going somewhere!"

Priya tilted her head up, curiosity shining in her eyes. "Where are we going, Vishnu?"

Vishnu smirked,  "Rudhran's got it all planned. It's a family trip. That's all I'm saying."