"LOVE Rekindled,HEARTS Untied"
Daddy's Little Champ
RUDRA RATHORE (ML)
The first light of morning filtered through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the room. Rudra, still groggy from sleep, stirred as the quiet sound of little feet shuffling reached his ears. He blinked awake, expecting to see his son, but instead, he was met with a pout. His baby boy, eyes wide and full of unspoken thoughts, stood by the bed, arms crossed in a display of tiny defiance.
RUDRA RATHORE (ML)
(smiling softly, raising an eyebrow):
"What's this now, little man? Did the world wake up wrong today, or is it just you giving me the silent treatment?"
The little boy held his pout a little longer, as if considering whether to hold his ground. Rudra couldn't help but chuckle, his heart swelling with affection. Being a father, especially a single one, was a journey of quiet moments like these – ones that filled him with more meaning than words ever could.
Rudra gently lifted his son and carried him to the bathroom. The baby’s pout slowly faded as the warmth of the water hit his skin.
RUDRA RATHORE (ML)
(smiling):
“Alright, little champ, time for the splash fest.”
After a quick bath, Rudra dried him off, getting him dressed in a soft onesie. The little one clung to his father’s neck as they moved toward the bedroom
RUDRA RATHORE (ML)
(hurrying):
“We’ve got to hurry. Daddy’s got work, and you’ve got mischief to get into today.”
RUDRA RATHORE (ML)
As Rudra dressed his son, Arish, in his favorite little outfit, the baby’s pout returned. Rudra paused, gazing down at his son with a soft smile.
RUDRA RATHORE (ML)
(gently):
"I love you too, baby Arish."
Leaning down, he pressed a tender kiss to the baby's pout, his heart full. Arish's frown melted, replaced by a tiny giggle, and Rudra’s day was already made.
ARISH RATHORE ( ML SON)
Arish’s cheeks turned a shade of pink, his little face scrunching as if trying to hide his smile. He shyly looked up at his dad, his lips forming a tiny, wobbly smile.
ARISH RATHORE ( ML SON)
"Hehehe"
Rudra’s heart melted, and he couldn’t help but laugh, the pure innocence of his son filling the room with warmth. It was moments like these that made everything else fade away.
RUDRA RATHORE (ML)
Smiling widely 🥰
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