Midnight Whispers (short stories collection) - Chapter 19: Chapter 19
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Lakshay's POV
I sighed for the 100th time today. This had been the most strainous day of my life. Given, we had hundreds of deals to sign, and so many things to do. We signed 5-10 deals today, that was the most we did in the last few years. Shlok was also looking tired these days.
I took my bag, hugged Shlok good-bye and drove to home. I was going to get home, have a bath, and just pass out on my bed. I have no other goal for the day. I arrived at home and parked my car in the garage, I made, with the help of a teen.
Middle-class things.
It was six pm and my dad was still in the garden. What is he doing in the garden at this time? He did spent most of the time gardening with Mom. Keyword being Mom. He don't do it alone, because he don't like it. I greeted dad, who got up and hugged me. I had a very happy family, and I am glad for that, but right now..... sleep.
Ishvar Singh, my father, was now a retired boxer. He used to box like a champion at his time. My father's name in the ring was Pathan, a tribute to his coach, who died just before his first fight. And now, everyone knows him by this name only. My mom, Mohini, was a homemaker and both of them had a love marriage.
But its a story for some other time.
He had taught me boxing, and I was also a national level champion in boxing but when I grew up boxing was no more a interest for me. That was when, Shlok, my childhood friend and my father's employer told me to join his company at dad's place. I agreed.
All my confusion as to why dad was in the garden alone, went away when I heard little squeals from kitchen, and my mother's affectionate hums.
A large smile formed on my face as I quickly threw my bag on the sofa and stride towards the kitchen. Hearing my footsteps, my little girl, turned around and squealed loudly running towards me. My smile turned into a full blown laugh as I picked her up and swivelled in the air.
I took her in my arms and rained kissed all over face. She giggled cutely before returning the favour. I looked at her with literal hearts in my eyes.
"Paa." she called me with her cute two year old voice, with those big blue eyes, I had always admired.
"Yes, my baby!" I said. She looked at me and kissed my cheek loudly. I grinned at her.
"I missed you!" She whined with a cute pout.
"I missed you more than you can even imagine my life." I had not seen her for so long. She is my whole fucking world. Two fucking days, I had not seen her. I need to talk to her.
"You only missed him, what about dadu." Dad said while fake glaring at both of us.
"uiiii... dadu and dadi too." Uii was her way of saying I love you! She grinned cheekily at dad, and I can't help but kiss her again. Dad had always said that I can never keep my feelings to myself, when it comes to my little love. I was always kissing her on cheek, on forehead, on temple, on her pretty head. Her hairs were so soft. Like a ball of wool on her head.
When I first held her in my hands, I had cried so much. So much that I almost choked myself up, almost. I never cried. Never. But when she came in my life, I was so sad... so so sad, but not because of her, but because of circumstances. And then the next day I was the happiest.
"I am coming back in a minute my love, you sit with dad okay." I went and kissed mom.
"Yes, yes, you forgets everything when it comes to your daughter, don't you? Even your mom" She said, and I faked a glared at her.
"You forgets everything when it comes to your daughter, don't you? Even your own, blood related, very much yours, son." I said and she laughed at the mention of her precious --but not her own-- daughter.
"That I do" she said with proud in her eyes. "She is precious!" She said with an admiring smile.
That she is...
I thought as I once again kissed Shrenu, tickled her and went to bath. I bathed in two minutes.
Someone was saying a long bath. My brain told me.
But what can I do when my precious daughter is here. We gets limited time together.
As soon as I came back to living room, my baby doll climbed on my lap and looked up at me. I looked down at her. She touched my face and then giggled. I hugged her to myself and closed my eyes remniscing the feeling of her in my arms.
(I don't usually add photos in my books, but I don't know why? I wanted to add for this book of short stories)
"Where is she?" I asked mom. I wanted to know up to when I have time with my daughter.
"She has gone to Ooty for a few days, Will be back in a few days! She said, she is going to spend few days at her orphanage so it would be better that you can spend few days with Shrenu here." I mentally squealed. A week with my daughter! Pure bliss! I'll tell Shlok to give me leave for a week. I don't want to waste a second of my time. I put Shrenu to bed and started reading her books.
And soon enough she drifted to her dreamland.
I kept my eyes at her and kept stroking her hair. My beautiful girl. She was everything I 'd ever asked for.... and her mother.
I mean everything her mother has asked for. I know I adore my baby the most in this world, but in Shrenu's world, it is still her mother who loves her most. Whole of her life, I had tried competing with the love I'd for Shrenu with what Drishti had for her.
And the result...
No comparison.
In my world, Shrenu was my most precious, in her world Shrenu was her most precious, even in mom dad's world, I might be their son, and they may love Drishti like their own, but Shrenu, their grand daughter was the one who ruled their heart.
I kissed my daughter on her beautiful brown hair and closed my eyes slipping into the saddest yet the best day of my life.
PAST (2years ago)
I locked the door after glaring at my neighbour. Drishti shifted here 3 years ago, and had been a constant thorn in my life. In an instant mom and dad were all happy to have a daughter like her. In an instant, mom's ever loving concern shifted from me to her.
I sighed heavily.
Damn that charmer.
I first met her ten years ago, she was eighteen, same age as mine, working part time in a flower shop and one of the toppers of our college. Up until then, she was staying with Shreyanvi, a fellow at my company, and the girl who Shlok loves more than life itself. And now she shifted here.
In my college also, she was a charmer and boys admired her right and left, and she rejected them right and left. And now, she was charming my parents to her side. I sighed again and went up to my room. I opened my small pony tail and let my hairs free. I liked my hairs long. Not too long though.
I grinned at myself and then scowled as I saw Drishti leaving somewhere. Not my concern, I shrugged and slept or tired to sleep, when the thunder struck. I still kept my eyes close and it kept thundering and raining.
It started raining heavily and thundering continuously. I was worried now! she had been out for an hour now. It was already midnight, the lights were all closed. I kept pacing around in my room. I will give this girl a good piece of advice when she will come. I looked through my window but she was still not here.
After a few minutes, thunder stroke again, and through the light I saw Drishti running with something in her hand. She had it covered with a blanket and a plastic bag. I frowned when she did not went in her house and kept running towards....... my house.
Something was wrong!
I went down with a speed of light and opened the door. Drishti came running to me, and even though she was fully soaked, I can see she had been crying. I caught her one arm and pulled her inside.
"What's happening!? What's wrong?!" I asked, concern etching my face, she was breathing heavily and she started crying, putting her head on my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and let her cry.
"What's wrong Drishti?" I asked, much more serious this time. She quickly went to the couch and slowly unwrapped the plastic and the blanket. I stumbled back as I saw a baby, a very young baby, a two-three days old baby in her hands. As soon as she unwrapped it, it started crying. She got up and started cradelling it in her arms.
"W.. whose baby is that?" I asked. She looked up at me with teary eyes.
"I...I don't know?" She said.
"Where did you find it!" I asked her.
"N...near the dump, she was wailing loudly. I was going to buy a pad packet. And near the dump she was.... I can't see her like that, so I took her in my hands and waited for the rain to slow down, but the store was going to close so, I asked for the blanket and the polythene and took her with me. I... I ran to you, I ...didn't knew what to do..."
I sat her down on the sofa, and sat on my knees in front of her.
"Hey... calm down you did a good job, you did very good okay!" I said rubbing her cheek and cleaning her face with my hand.
"You did good, let me call the doctor." I called my family doctor and he came running, checked on the baby. Thank goodness the baby was healthy. The baby was sleeping.
"It's a girl." Drishti said from behind me as I looked adoringly at the cute little baby. How can someone abandon such a precious being! I side hugged Drishti and she leaned in resting her head over my chest. We looked like a couple looking at their daughter, but we did not cared, and we did not knew at that time how much it was going to be true.
Drishti went to change her cloth and at the same time, the baby got up. I panicked, I had never held a baby in my arms, but god knows how, I picked her up and started humming something. After a few minutes she calmed down and opened her baby eyes wide. Her eyes were so beautiful, it was the most blue I have ever seen in my life.
She really was precious.
And I don't know why, I burst out into the tears. I hugged her close.
And that was the time I decided, I will give her the love her parents can't.
For the next month, Me and Drishti, along with dad and mom, who were out of the town took care of the baby. We had not named it yet. And when the day came to name her, Drishti gave her to me and told me to name her.
Tears rolled down my eyes, as my girl looked at me with those big blue eyes.
"Shrenu" The name suited her. She was the most attractive person in my life. The most creative element of god for me. I and Drishti gazed at her adoringly as she gave us an adoring smile.
We looked happy, in fact we all were happy. In a few says she had become the most precious person of my life. Her laugh lightened up my world, and her cries, were like thunder striking my heart.
Not knowing the storm which was about to hit us.....
I sighed for the 100th time today. This had been the most strainous day of my life. Given, we had hundreds of deals to sign, and so many things to do. We signed 5-10 deals today, that was the most we did in the last few years. Shlok was also looking tired these days.
I took my bag, hugged Shlok good-bye and drove to home. I was going to get home, have a bath, and just pass out on my bed. I have no other goal for the day. I arrived at home and parked my car in the garage, I made, with the help of a teen.
Middle-class things.
It was six pm and my dad was still in the garden. What is he doing in the garden at this time? He did spent most of the time gardening with Mom. Keyword being Mom. He don't do it alone, because he don't like it. I greeted dad, who got up and hugged me. I had a very happy family, and I am glad for that, but right now..... sleep.
Ishvar Singh, my father, was now a retired boxer. He used to box like a champion at his time. My father's name in the ring was Pathan, a tribute to his coach, who died just before his first fight. And now, everyone knows him by this name only. My mom, Mohini, was a homemaker and both of them had a love marriage.
But its a story for some other time.
He had taught me boxing, and I was also a national level champion in boxing but when I grew up boxing was no more a interest for me. That was when, Shlok, my childhood friend and my father's employer told me to join his company at dad's place. I agreed.
All my confusion as to why dad was in the garden alone, went away when I heard little squeals from kitchen, and my mother's affectionate hums.
A large smile formed on my face as I quickly threw my bag on the sofa and stride towards the kitchen. Hearing my footsteps, my little girl, turned around and squealed loudly running towards me. My smile turned into a full blown laugh as I picked her up and swivelled in the air.
I took her in my arms and rained kissed all over face. She giggled cutely before returning the favour. I looked at her with literal hearts in my eyes.
"Paa." she called me with her cute two year old voice, with those big blue eyes, I had always admired.
"Yes, my baby!" I said. She looked at me and kissed my cheek loudly. I grinned at her.
"I missed you!" She whined with a cute pout.
"I missed you more than you can even imagine my life." I had not seen her for so long. She is my whole fucking world. Two fucking days, I had not seen her. I need to talk to her.
"You only missed him, what about dadu." Dad said while fake glaring at both of us.
"uiiii... dadu and dadi too." Uii was her way of saying I love you! She grinned cheekily at dad, and I can't help but kiss her again. Dad had always said that I can never keep my feelings to myself, when it comes to my little love. I was always kissing her on cheek, on forehead, on temple, on her pretty head. Her hairs were so soft. Like a ball of wool on her head.
When I first held her in my hands, I had cried so much. So much that I almost choked myself up, almost. I never cried. Never. But when she came in my life, I was so sad... so so sad, but not because of her, but because of circumstances. And then the next day I was the happiest.
"I am coming back in a minute my love, you sit with dad okay." I went and kissed mom.
"Yes, yes, you forgets everything when it comes to your daughter, don't you? Even your mom" She said, and I faked a glared at her.
"You forgets everything when it comes to your daughter, don't you? Even your own, blood related, very much yours, son." I said and she laughed at the mention of her precious --but not her own-- daughter.
"That I do" she said with proud in her eyes. "She is precious!" She said with an admiring smile.
That she is...
I thought as I once again kissed Shrenu, tickled her and went to bath. I bathed in two minutes.
Someone was saying a long bath. My brain told me.
But what can I do when my precious daughter is here. We gets limited time together.
As soon as I came back to living room, my baby doll climbed on my lap and looked up at me. I looked down at her. She touched my face and then giggled. I hugged her to myself and closed my eyes remniscing the feeling of her in my arms.
(I don't usually add photos in my books, but I don't know why? I wanted to add for this book of short stories)
"Where is she?" I asked mom. I wanted to know up to when I have time with my daughter.
"She has gone to Ooty for a few days, Will be back in a few days! She said, she is going to spend few days at her orphanage so it would be better that you can spend few days with Shrenu here." I mentally squealed. A week with my daughter! Pure bliss! I'll tell Shlok to give me leave for a week. I don't want to waste a second of my time. I put Shrenu to bed and started reading her books.
And soon enough she drifted to her dreamland.
I kept my eyes at her and kept stroking her hair. My beautiful girl. She was everything I 'd ever asked for.... and her mother.
I mean everything her mother has asked for. I know I adore my baby the most in this world, but in Shrenu's world, it is still her mother who loves her most. Whole of her life, I had tried competing with the love I'd for Shrenu with what Drishti had for her.
And the result...
No comparison.
In my world, Shrenu was my most precious, in her world Shrenu was her most precious, even in mom dad's world, I might be their son, and they may love Drishti like their own, but Shrenu, their grand daughter was the one who ruled their heart.
I kissed my daughter on her beautiful brown hair and closed my eyes slipping into the saddest yet the best day of my life.
PAST (2years ago)
I locked the door after glaring at my neighbour. Drishti shifted here 3 years ago, and had been a constant thorn in my life. In an instant mom and dad were all happy to have a daughter like her. In an instant, mom's ever loving concern shifted from me to her.
I sighed heavily.
Damn that charmer.
I first met her ten years ago, she was eighteen, same age as mine, working part time in a flower shop and one of the toppers of our college. Up until then, she was staying with Shreyanvi, a fellow at my company, and the girl who Shlok loves more than life itself. And now she shifted here.
In my college also, she was a charmer and boys admired her right and left, and she rejected them right and left. And now, she was charming my parents to her side. I sighed again and went up to my room. I opened my small pony tail and let my hairs free. I liked my hairs long. Not too long though.
I grinned at myself and then scowled as I saw Drishti leaving somewhere. Not my concern, I shrugged and slept or tired to sleep, when the thunder struck. I still kept my eyes close and it kept thundering and raining.
It started raining heavily and thundering continuously. I was worried now! she had been out for an hour now. It was already midnight, the lights were all closed. I kept pacing around in my room. I will give this girl a good piece of advice when she will come. I looked through my window but she was still not here.
After a few minutes, thunder stroke again, and through the light I saw Drishti running with something in her hand. She had it covered with a blanket and a plastic bag. I frowned when she did not went in her house and kept running towards....... my house.
Something was wrong!
I went down with a speed of light and opened the door. Drishti came running to me, and even though she was fully soaked, I can see she had been crying. I caught her one arm and pulled her inside.
"What's happening!? What's wrong?!" I asked, concern etching my face, she was breathing heavily and she started crying, putting her head on my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and let her cry.
"What's wrong Drishti?" I asked, much more serious this time. She quickly went to the couch and slowly unwrapped the plastic and the blanket. I stumbled back as I saw a baby, a very young baby, a two-three days old baby in her hands. As soon as she unwrapped it, it started crying. She got up and started cradelling it in her arms.
"W.. whose baby is that?" I asked. She looked up at me with teary eyes.
"I...I don't know?" She said.
"Where did you find it!" I asked her.
"N...near the dump, she was wailing loudly. I was going to buy a pad packet. And near the dump she was.... I can't see her like that, so I took her in my hands and waited for the rain to slow down, but the store was going to close so, I asked for the blanket and the polythene and took her with me. I... I ran to you, I ...didn't knew what to do..."
I sat her down on the sofa, and sat on my knees in front of her.
"Hey... calm down you did a good job, you did very good okay!" I said rubbing her cheek and cleaning her face with my hand.
"You did good, let me call the doctor." I called my family doctor and he came running, checked on the baby. Thank goodness the baby was healthy. The baby was sleeping.
"It's a girl." Drishti said from behind me as I looked adoringly at the cute little baby. How can someone abandon such a precious being! I side hugged Drishti and she leaned in resting her head over my chest. We looked like a couple looking at their daughter, but we did not cared, and we did not knew at that time how much it was going to be true.
Drishti went to change her cloth and at the same time, the baby got up. I panicked, I had never held a baby in my arms, but god knows how, I picked her up and started humming something. After a few minutes she calmed down and opened her baby eyes wide. Her eyes were so beautiful, it was the most blue I have ever seen in my life.
She really was precious.
And I don't know why, I burst out into the tears. I hugged her close.
And that was the time I decided, I will give her the love her parents can't.
For the next month, Me and Drishti, along with dad and mom, who were out of the town took care of the baby. We had not named it yet. And when the day came to name her, Drishti gave her to me and told me to name her.
Tears rolled down my eyes, as my girl looked at me with those big blue eyes.
"Shrenu" The name suited her. She was the most attractive person in my life. The most creative element of god for me. I and Drishti gazed at her adoringly as she gave us an adoring smile.
We looked happy, in fact we all were happy. In a few says she had become the most precious person of my life. Her laugh lightened up my world, and her cries, were like thunder striking my heart.
Not knowing the storm which was about to hit us.....
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