Ayaan entered the study only after making sure Zara had fallen asleep. He had appointed two nurses to stay with her at all times when he couldn’t be beside her, the only time he allowed himself to step away for work and even then, he ensured she was never alone.
He sank into his chair, glancing through the election propaganda materials Vaishu, Hari, the party head and their core team had prepared for the upcoming elections. The room was silent until Sameer stepped in carrying a cup of coffee.
Ayaan accepted it with a grateful nod since he needed it.
“Sir, madam’s travel plan has been approved by the state police departments across all regions. They’ll be arranging security on the dates fixed for each meeting. The CSO will coordinate with them and he himself will travel with madam to all her events. He has formed two special teams, one will be disguised among the public and the other will stay close to madam for her protection. Your father will accompany her as well, but he won’t step onto the stage.” Sameer said and Ayaan nodded, his expression was sharp and focused.
“Inform the police departments that we need detailed reports from their intelligence wings before every meeting. I’m aware they may or may not cooperate fully, so get in touch with our source in the intelligence bureau and ensure we stay updated. Nothing should go wrong.” Ayaan instructed, flipping through his mother’s travel schedule.
“Mom’s first meeting is in two days. I’ll accompany her since this one is within our state. What about the list of celebrities who will be supporting us?” Ayaan asked placing the cup on the table.
Sameer opened another file on his laptop and turned it towards him. “Sir, this is the confirmed list as of now. We are still in talks with a few more.”
“Hold their plans for now. We shall decide exactly what role each of them will play. They just need to follow the script we prepare. Any updates on Suryadev and his associates?” Ayaan asked, scanning the names.
“No, sir. He’s quiet… absolutely quiet after we sent him the footage of Advik and his friends in the farmhouse and the audio of his conversation with Advik recorded right in his own residence in the presence of the intelligence chief.” Sameer replied and a slow smirk curved across Ayaan’s face.
“Good. Serves him right. He shouldn’t dare to think about us… and even the thought should terrify him.”
He leaned back, eyes returning to the documents before him and continued his work with cold precision.
Two days later, a large crowd of supporters, volunteers and party workers gathered outside the manor gates to greet Vaishu as she would be officially beginning her campaign for the upcoming elections. Ishaan and Ayaan had been in constant coordination with the state ministers, police department and intelligence bureau to ensure the event would be a complete success with every layer of security tightened to protect their mother and the public.
Vaishu got ready dressed in a simple cotton salwar, the bullet-proof vest hidden neatly beneath it. Ayaan personally briefed the CSO, giving him strict instructions to remain at Vaishu’s side every single second of the meeting.
Stepping out onto the porch, Ayaan met the special tactical units, a team hand-picked and trained to handle crowd chaos, identify threats and shield Vaishu if anything went wrong. After finalizing their positions, he called out to Sameer who immediately connected him to the state party head and Ayaan confirmed one last time that all volunteers were in place to support public safety alongside the police force.
Inside the manor, the family gathered to wish Vaishu. She accepted their wishes with a calm smile, though her eyes carried the fire of a woman stepping into her destiny.
Ayaan pulled her into a tight embrace.
“Mom… go ahead and win your dreams. You have us and you have the people of this nation behind you. I’ll be there to pick you up after the meeting.” he said, his voice steady and full of conviction.
Vaishu gently patted his shoulder, pride shining in her eyes. She had raised strong sons who now walked beside her as she walked toward history.
Once the convoy of cars left the manor Ayaan returned to the bedroom with Zara and wrapped her carefully in his arms, holding her with the gentleness reserved only for her. She clutched his shirt and pressed her face to his chest, already missing him though he would only be gone for a few hours.
“I’ll be back before you even notice I’m gone. Just take care of yourself and our babies. No stress, no walking around too much. Promise me?” he whispered, brushing a kiss over her forehead.
Zara nodded, though her eyes shimmered with worry. “Come back safely… and bring Amma back safely too.”
“I will,” he assured softly knowing how much she feared every time he left out to be in public.
He lifted his head and looked at the two nurses and the caretakers standing near the door. In one glance, they understood and straightened immediately.
“Not a second of negligence, she shouldn’t feel even a moment of discomfort. You know what to do.” Ayaan instructed them, his tone sharp with authority and placed one last kiss on Zara’s baby bump, then on her lips, before forcing himself to leave.
The moment Vaishu’s convoy entered the outskirts of the meeting ground, the sound of cheering rolled like thunder across the streets. Lakhs of people had gathered, party volunteers, local citizens, youth supporters, women’s groups and senior citizens waved flags and banners with her name.
As she stepped out of the vehicle, the crowd surged forward, roaring her name. The security guards formed a protective ring and Volunteers forming a immediate circle behind them, their faces reflected unfiltered pride as fresh flower showers fell over Vaishu. Her eyes softened with emotion, overwhelmed by the love pouring from every corner.
She walked toward the stage, her hand pressed to her heart, acknowledging every cheer, every smile, every blessing. The state head of the party addressed the crowd with a welcome speech and gave a short speech before he welcomed Vaishu to address the crowd.
The moment Vaishu reached the dais, the sea of people screamed her name in pure excitement. Vaishu raised her hand waving to them and Vaishu steadied herself and spoke with calm strength:
“My dear people… I stand before you not as a politician, but as a daughter of this soil. I am here because of your trust, your love, and your belief that we can build a better tomorrow….together. I promise you a government that listens, protects, and serves its people with honesty and courage.” she said and the crowd erupted, chanting her name again, banners waving high in the air.
Back at the manor, the living room was crowded. Reyansh, Kajal, Pari, Mithun, Hari, Ishaan and the rest of the family sat glued to the large TV screen. Every time the camera zoomed in on Vaishu, pride filled their hearts.
“She’s shining. Look at Amma… she was born to do this.” Pari whispered clutching Ishaan’s hand. Zara sat leaning on the couch, hands on her baby bump, she felt emotional and proud.
“She’s incredible,” she murmured and the children clapped each time the crowd cheered on TV.
Meanwhile Ayaan sat in the back seat of his bulletproof car, parked at the special VIP exit arranged for pick-up. The television inside the vehicle displayed the live telecast and he watched his mother’s speech with a quiet, fierce pride. His fingers tapped against his knee, restless not out of fear but out of hope.
The CSO stood outside, giving updates through the radio every two minutes.
Ayaan kept his eyes fixed on the screen, waiting for the moment the meeting ended so he could bring his mother home safely.
Vaishu wrapped up her meeting with a warm smile and waved at the sea of people who continued cheering her name. As she stepped down from the stage, the guards instantly closed in around her, shielding her from every angle. The volunteers formed a protective corridor while the police cleared a path. Vaishu kept greeting the public until the very last second, her palms folded in gratitude, her face glowing with purpose.
She finally reached the special parking area and Ayaan stepped out of his black Bentley Limousine. His posture tall, composed, commanding and immediately the crowd caught sight of him, camera flashes erupted like a sudden burst of stars.
Ayaan walked straight to his mother and pulled her into a tight hug.
“Mom, you did amazing,” he said and stepped aside so she could get into the car.
But the media had already swarmed the barricades, zooming in on the the mother and son. Reporters whispered among themselves and excitement sparked like wildfire.
Security quickly tightened the perimeter, ushering the mother and son into the vehicle. But the images of Ayaan embracing Vaishu had already gone viral within minutes. Speculation soared, hashtags began trending, and across the state, discussions lit up.
“Is Ayaan stepping into politics? He’s always by Vaishnavi Rey’s side….maybe he’s her hidden trump card”
“Ayaan Rey… future leader?”
“Was this the beginning of Ayaan’s political entry? ” – News flashed on the channels.
Ayaan simply closed the door behind his mother, expression unreadable, unaffected by the chaos outside. Inside the car, Vaishu looked at him knowingly but he only smirked faintly.
“Let them speculate, for now… you are the leader the people need.” he said softly.
Vaishu’s speech exploded across every platform. News channels ran nonstop coverage, social media flooded with clips, and hashtags supporting her surged to the top trending nationwide.
But along with her, Ayaan’s hug and protective presence at the venue became a sensation.
Despite the overwhelming traffic and the crowd, the convoy finally managed to reach home. The gates opened, and the entire family rushed to the porch. Leela and Hari welcomed Vaishu with a proud smile and Reyansh hugged her tightly.
Inside, the dining hall buzzed with excitement as they all sat down for dinner.
“We saw everything live,” Pari said, brimming with pride.
“You were fire, Vaishu,” Kajal added.
“People were chanting your name like you are already their leader,” Mithun commented.
Vaishu laughed, humbled and overwhelmed with the support from her family. After the celebratory meal and heartfelt conversations, the family slowly retired to their rooms. Ayaan helped Zara walk back to their bed in their wing, holding her hand protectively the entire way.
The moment he closed the door, Zara turned to him with a dramatic pout, arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed.
Ayaan frowned in confusion as Zara continued to glare at him with her tiny fake-anger face. He pinched her nose gently, making her scrunch it even more and stole a quick peck on her lips.
“What happened, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice full of concern and amusement as he slipped an arm around her waist and guided her toward the closet.
Zara huffed dramatically and Ayaan blinked again, confused but obediently helped her sit while he pulled down the fly of her dress.
” I truly don’t know what did I wrong. Please tell me and let me fix it.” he said and helped her out of the gown she was wearing.
“You’re too handsome. That’s the problem.” Zara finally spoke, her tone full of wounded pride.
Ayaan froze. “What?” he asked helping her wear the night gown.
“Yes, you should see the comments online. All the girls are drooling over you, calling you national crush, royal king, bodyguard-level handsome…Why are you this handsome, Ayaan? It’s troubling.” Zara said and threw her hands up.
Ayaan burst into laughter, low and warm, the sound echoed in the closet.
“So you’re angry because other girls find me handsome?” he teased and immediately Zara glared at him.
“Yes. Only I’m allowed to drool. They shouldn’t even look.” she said and Ayaan chuckled again and tilted her chin up.
“Then tell me, sweet wife… what should I do to look handsome only in your eyes?” he questioned and admired her, standing dangerously close to her.
Zara folded her arms, pretending to think seriously. “Hm. First, you should stop smiling like that, stop walking like a hero and stop looking so perfect.” she said with a pout.
Ayaan shook his head in disbelief, laughter in his breath. “You know I have eyes only for you, right? I keep looking only for you………………every second….every moment.” he replied and her fake anger cracked instantly. She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face against him despite the struggle her heavy baby bump caused.
“I know… and I’m proud that I have all of you to myself.” she whispered.
Ayaan smirked and hugged her back. “Such a stingy wife I have. Doesn’t like sharing even admiration?” he said to provoke her.
Zara pulled back, grabbed his collar with both hands… and kissed him, slow and possessive. Ayaan smiled into the kiss, letting her take the lead.
Zara finally pulled away and her breath fanned warm against his lips. ” You are only mine, Ayaan”, she whispered and Ayaan rested his forehead hers.
“Always.” he said in a low, gentle husky voice and kissed her holding her nape.
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