Love is Love
This book is requested by my readers.
You all suggested this scenario, and thank you so much to everyone who voted “yes” for it to be published.
Before you start reading, please note that this book is a work of fiction. All names of people, places, characters, incidents, events, and businesses are purely fictional and created from the author’s imagination. This story is not intended to hurt anyone’s feelings, beliefs, or culture. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental.
I am starting this book again on Wattpad, so please read this story and support me. It truly means a lot. In my previous journey with the book, I faced some difficulties, which is why I had to stop. I am starting again now, based on the request.
I hope you enjoy my fifth readers-requested Manan fan fiction based on a forbidden scenario. This book has been republished. I had almost forgotten about it until one of my readers reminded me, so thank you for that kind gesture.
⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️Before continuing, I honestly request you not to read this book if you are uncomfortable with grammatical mistakes. There may be many unintentional errors. If you still decide to continue, please read at your own risk. And thank you if you choose to continue.
The reasons are:⚘English is not my native language.
⚘This is the first draft.
⚘This book is unedited.
⚠️⚠️⚠️MATURE CONTENT: INCEST BOND⚠️⚠️⚠️
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Please enjoy your reading. You are welcome to politely point out mistakes or ask me anything—I truly won’t mind.
I am not giving casting details like before, so read on to know the characters.
You have been warned several times. Please read at your own risk and do not report the book.
PREVIEW-
“Momma, I want a baby.”
He demands it stubbornly, pouting as he folds his arms across his tiny chest and turns his face away. He doesn’t want to see his momma’s face—because he already knows she’s going to say no.
“Naman, baby, don’t be a bad boy,” she says softly, trying to make him understand. “Momma can’t give you a baby.”
“But why, Momma?” His voice trembles. “Aneel has a baby girl. Ali has a baby brother. All my friends have babies at home to play with. Only me… I don’t have a baby sister or brother.”
His lips quiver as tears spill from his eyes, and he rubs one eye with his tiny fingers.
“I understand, bacha,” she says, sinking down on her knees in front of him as he sits on the chair. “But I really can’t give you a baby.”
“Momma, please,” he begs, his teary eyes looking straight into her soul.
She shakes her head.
“You don’t love me,” he cries. “You hate me. Aunt Sophie was right… You’re not my momma.”
Smack.
A sharp sound fills the room as his tiny chubby cheek jerks to the side.
“Shut up! What are you saying?”an angry man roars, his eyes blazing with fury, nostrils flaring.
“Manik!”she screams, pulling the child into her arms and hugging him tightly.
“Don’t cry, bacha,” she whispers, kissing his head again and again.
“Da… dadda doesn’t love me either,” he sobs, pushing himself out of her embrace. “No one loves me.”And before anyone can stop him, he runs out of the house.
“Why did you slap him?” she asks, standing up and glaring at Manik.
“Didn’t you hear what he said?” he snaps, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “He said you’re not his momma!”
“So?” Her voice breaks. “Was he wrong?”
Her throat tightens. “I… I’m not his momma. I’m not.”
“But you are!” he groans and storms out of the kitchen, leaving the breakfast untouched.
“Mani…” she whispers, collapsing onto the chair, her hands clutching her head.
And with it, a past they’ve buried begins to rise.
