THE REINCARNATION

*Baby crying* 

In his bewilderment Darsh realized that he was still alive but his butt was hurting so much that he could swear that someone had just hit him with a hammer.

But what he saw afterwards shocked him. He was in the body of a newborn baby and that pain was someone slapping him and he was crying unknowingly till now but now that he had realized this he stopped crying first and then started looking left and right.

He saw that a middle-aged woman was holding him in her arms, probably the midwife. He was in a old wooden house. From the looks of it, he was reincarnated.

From an early age Darsh was a calm and collected man who always faced the problems head-on no matter how difficult the problem was. Even when he lost his parents, his only family he still thought about what to do in the future in his grief.

Because of crying for so long Darsh had exhausted himself and he fell asleep. Even though he was a 37 years old man he was still in the body of a newborn baby.

After waking up he saw a young woman in her twenties and by instinct he knew that she was his mother. She was a slender woman with a face that was at least 7 out of 10. 

After seeing that her child was awake she lifted him up and took a good look at him.

*Boom* 

Suddenly the door busted open and a muscular man entered in the room.

He had brown hair and black eyes. He was smiling like a maniac. Darsh didn't know why but he felt very close to that man. It didn't take a genius to guess that he was Darsh's father.

As he came close to his wife and Darsh, he hugged them and Darsh's mother received the hug very intimately.

On this day after a long time of 23 years Darsh felt a familiar sensation which he always wanted. It was Love, a feeling he dreamt of every night ever since he lost his previous parents.

It had been 6 months since Darsh's rebirth, strangely enough his name was Darsh in this life too. He had now started to understand what others were saying around him, everyone was talking in a language he had never heard of.

6 more months passed in the blink of an eye. In these months Darsh had learnt many things about his parents. His mother's name was Samira and his father's name was Ashok. Samira had a very gentle nature and his father, Aryan had a rough but caring personality. Darsh was their firstborn child and because of that they messed up sometimes but they still took care of him utmost.

During this 1 year of time Samira would breastfeed him and to his surprise Darsh was not hesitant nor embarrassed. This showed him that his emotions were still developing somehow. 

Darsh had sworn that he will not have any regrets in this life. He was given a second chance and he was not willing to let it go to waste.