Incest My Mom and the Politician (COMPLETED)- By Novelist Casanova

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Six months of dust, sweat, and endless nights had finally turned into something beautiful — our dream house stood tall, five shining floors crowned by the tank room on the sixth. The evening breeze carried the scent of fresh paint and jasmine garlands that adorned the grand entrance. Strings of golden lights ran down the balconies, glowing like cascading stars.

Guests began to arrive — ministers, businessmen, party leaders — the who's who of our city.  The laughter of powerful men blending with the music of the evening. My mom, graceful in her silk saree, stood beside me, her smile radiant as the MP arrived, surrounded by cameras and security.
He clasped my hand with a proud smile.
“Varun, your dedication shows in every brick of this home,” he said warmly, before turning to my mom. “And this,” he announced, drawing everyone’s attention, “is the lady behind his success.”
He introduced my mom to the circle of influential guests — MLAs, corporators, industrialists — each one extending respect and admiration. I watched with quiet pride as she handled every conversation with elegance and confidence; the woman who once stood by me through sleepless nights and muddy construction sites now shone brighter than ever.
And just as our dream home reached completion, another beautiful chapter began — my mom gave birth to our son. We named him Rahul, a symbol of our love, our endurance, and our new beginning.
Months later, on a calm Sunday morning, I stood on the terrace beside the new tank room, watching the city wake below. My mom walked up, carrying little Rahul in her arms. The rising sun bathed them both in gold. She smiled — the same smile that had been my strength through it all.
As I held them close, a quiet satisfaction filled my heart.
Our home was complete.
Our family was whole.
And our story — was just beginning.

The End 

Regards

Novelist Casanova