Pretty Lady

Hi all sorry it’s been ages was going to write something on Sneha but make that the next one. 
I hope you like this 

Pretty lady 

“Pa  I’m one coin short”  says Kuki  focusing on the silver coin in the palm of her little hand which was just not enough for the icecream van who’d be outside any moment now. 

“So you are” replies Rishabh who puts his file down and then turns in his arm chair to his daughter who looked up at him with hopeful eyes. 

Reaching into his pocket Kuki watches very closely as  her father take out his wallet  opens it up all the while her tiny heart hopes with l her might he’d pull out the coin she needed and to her luck he did just that. 

“Better?” He asked with fatherly eyes as he put the coin in Kukis hands 

“Yes, thanks pa” grins Kuki from ear to ear making Rishabh smile too before trundling off. 

…

 Vanilla icecream with raspberry sauce Even prerna who was in the kitchen cooking up one of her mother’s old dishes found the icecream much more appealing then what she was cooking.

As Kuki passed by the kitchen she had a question for her mom. 

“Mom Who’s the pretty lady in pas Wallet?” 

Prerna raised a eyebrow” as she continued cooking. This was a funny question and one she  didn’t have a answer to. She’d never really noticed. 

Did Mr Bajaj carry a picture of a lady in his wallet? She pondered on her own before  realising Kuki was waiting for her answer 

“Probably your mother” she replied confidently with the most logical answer. 

“Nope wasn’t her” replied Kuki eating into her icecream a little more. 

“Your grandmother?” Said Prerna know putting some dough on the kitchen surface. 

“Nope didn’t look like her” replied Kuki with a mouthful of ice cream

Now this conversation seemed to be making Prerna curious maybe even a little jealous 

“Masi..?” She said needing into the dough 

“Nope prettier ” replied Kuki 

“Bua?” Added Prerna all out of guesses now 

“Nope”, shrugged Kuki she’d given up whether Prerna would be able to give up thinking on matter was another thing.

It played on Prernas mind eventually if not at first and she soon decided she needed to see for herself. 

Was she a terrible wife for feeling worked up about this she wondered but no she was just curious she told herself as she approached Rishabh who seemed to be leaving his chair to head upstairs. 

Mr Bajaj

Hmm

He said look at her comfortably

Prerna struggled to ask a direct question

 Er can I borrow some money?

Sure use the Swiss account he spoke casually trying to work out prernas eyes to see what it was that he couldn’t quite put a finger on

“Nahin” she said quickly, “just a few pounds that’s all.”

Rishabh took his wallet out and took out some cash and in the mean time prerna caught a glance of the picture kuki had spotted but just a little off it not barely enough to see what it was.

“Okay?” Asked Rishabh having handed over a few notes to Prerna who continued to seem distracted until he asked a very direct question. 

“Yes  thank you” she said trying not to let on her wondering mind. 

…

With time Prernas mind wondered more to the point she became annoyed and speculative. Distracted at the dinner table and then annoyed with the dishes and now as she fluffed them pillows ready for bed and adjusted the AirCon well she just seemed annoyed even at the little things in the bedroom.

Rishabh who had just walked out from the shower and slipped into his nightrobe had noticed Mrs Bajajs odd behaviour.

She seemed to be starring at his wallet sat by the bedside and when she knew he’d caught her looking at it she could no longer avoid the matter.

“Kuki saw a picture of a a lady in your wallet, a pretty lady.”

Rishabh raises a eyebrow at first.

So That was what all this seemed to be about he concluded watching his wife look all disoriented. 

Rishabhs  eyes invited her to go and see for herself.  

something she ignored at first but then like many other things  she couldn’t argue with  him on.  He stood their with his arms folded until the matter was settled 

Prerna walked  around their bed to the side table on the far side of the room and  picked  up his wallet opening it up to see a old photograph she hadn’t seen for years. Her heart that had been  beating ever so hard at million miles per hour on the approach to that wallet suddenly fell to rest.

She realised  was staring at a very old picture of herself in amazement.

“Where did you get this?”

“From your mother, Now if your done here

I’d like to make love to the pretty lady in the picture” he stated to get prernas attention who realised how silly she’d been.