Now give my thing back

Viaan’s POV:-

I helped Maa get down from the car, supporting her gently as she stepped onto the gravel path. As soon as her eyes fell on the scene in front of us, she froze. Her fingers tightened around my palm, clutching mine with a grip that spoke volumes.

“Viaan, this…” She began, her voice trailing off as disbelief washed over her.

Not believing what she saw, she was struggling to find the right set of words. Her lips wobbled putting an impromptu pause. She looked back at me, her gaze searching for confirmation, her body trembling slightly.

That was my cue to confirm her doubts.

With pride and emotions lacing my own voice, I squeezed her shoulders and nodded. “Paradis d’Amour, Maa. Our dream.” I announced, taking my mother in a half hug from sideways, holding onto her as tightly as I could.

She averted her gaze back to the property. With a dip in her brows, she looked at me once again, “Huh?”

I knew, I knew she was getting the meaning of my words but the yearning self of hers want