Married to My Brother-in-Law, In Love with His Brother (Early Acess Ch 5)

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Tension hung in the villa like smoke.
The once-pristine halls, once filled with chatter and luxury, now echoed with a single sound—the piercing wails of a baby. Rajveer paced, the baby in his arms wailing harder with every step. Jaw clenched, sweat beading at his temples, he barely heard the anxious servants trailing behind, offering useless suggestions.

“Rock him gently, Sahab.”
“Maybe he’s hungry.”
“He just needs sleep…”

Nothing worked.

In her room upstairs, Meenal’s hands trembled as she folded the last of her clothes into a worn suitcase. Every cry from the baby below felt like a dagger. She had tried to block it out, to remind herself that Rajveer would never let her near the child again. But the sound was unbearable. Each sob from that tiny throat wasn’t just pain—it was a call for her. A plea she wasn’t allowed to answer.

Tears slid silently down her face. I promised my sister. I promised I’d protect him.

Hours dragged on. The cries turned hoarse. No bottle, no lullaby, no comforting arms could calm him. Then—suddenly—silence. Not the peaceful kind. The kind that chills the bones.

Rajveer looked down. The baby was limp, his breaths shallow. Panic gripped him.

“Call the doctor!” he barked. “Call all of them!”

Within the hour, the villa’s marble foyer swelled with a team of specialists—pediatricians, nurses, even a neonatal therapist. The best money could summon. They examined the child with practiced hands, murmuring to each other in clipped tones.

“There’s no sign of infection… no fever…,” one doctor said finally, his brow furrowed. “He’s not ill, but he’s fading. He’s malnourished. Weak.”

“Then why isn’t he eating?” Rajveer demanded. “Why won’t he stop crying?”

Another doctor—older, quieter—glanced up. “He’s not just hungry. He’s grieving. He needs the warmth of a mother. Or someone he’s bonded to. Right now… he’s slipping away.”

Rajveer stood frozen, arms limp at his sides. His mind flashed to his own father—cold, distant, unyielding. Was this the legacy he was doomed to repeat? A man who couldn’t even comfort his own child?

In the hallway, Meenal heard it all. Her chest was tight, her hands clenched. She couldn’t bear it another second.

Then, she moved.

The room hushed as she entered. Rajveer turned, eyes blazing.

“What are you doing here?” Rajveer’s voice cut through the room, sharp with confusion and fear.

Meenal didn’t flinch. Her gaze didn’t leave the child. She walked straight to the maid holding the milk bottle, took it, and stepped toward the baby.

Rajveer moved to block her—then stopped. There was something in her eyes he hadn’t seen before. Not defiance. Not pride. Just pain. Pure, aching love.

As soon as the baby touched her arms, a gasp seemed to pass through the room. The child stirred. He whimpered. Then he drank—eagerly, desperately—as Meenal fed him from the bottle, cradling him with practiced grace.

She hummed a lullaby—soft, cracked with tears she didn’t try to hide. Her voice shook, but her hands were steady. The baby curled against her chest, finally soothed.

Rajveer stood frozen, his heart thudding. In all the chaos, in all his efforts, he hadn’t been able to give his son this.

A long silence followed. Even the doctors were still.

Then the older doctor spoke again, his voice gentle. “The child has formed a maternal bond with her. Without that connection… I don’t believe he will survive.”

The words struck like thunder.

Meenal lifted her eyes to Rajveer. “I won’t leave him,” she said softly. “He’s all I have left of my sister. I don’t care about what the world says, or what anyone expects. He needs me—and I need him.”

Rajveer met her gaze—really saw her. And for the first time, his anger had nowhere to go. It dissolved, leaving only guilt... and the ache of something softer. Only guilt remained. And something else—something dangerously close to hope.

The baby had stopped crying. His tiny fingers curled around Meenal’s. He lay there in her arms, safe and still.

Meenal gently placed him back in the cradle. Her hand lingered for a moment over his chest, unwilling to let go.

Rajveer’s throat tightened as he watched. He had thought he could do this alone. Control the narrative. Control himself. But now, for the first time, he realized—he couldn’t give his child what Meenal could. He had power, wealth, status. But she had love.

And somehow, this baby had brought them both to their knees.

They stood on either side of the cradle, the silence thick with things unsaid.
Between them, a heartbeat pulsed—fragile, fierce, and impossibly steady. The child wasn’t just a bridge. He was a beginning.

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Author's Note

So, what do you think, my amazing readers? 😱💖
The bond between Meenal and the baby—do you feel the raw emotion? 💔👶 What do you think is going to happen next? Rajveer's internal struggle, Meenal’s quiet strength... 💭✨ I can’t wait to hear your thoughts on how this is all going to unfold! 💬📝
Drop your comments below👇, share your feelings, and let’s chat about the twists and turns in this journey. 🙌🔮 Do you think Rajveer will find redemption? Will Meenal stay by the baby’s side? 💭

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Until next time—
Stay strong. Stay loud. Stay human.
📝💫 — Shaar Shree