Naira
"Kairav, baby, what are you thinking?" I asked Kairav while he was sitting in my lap. We were sitting on the rock while the waves were crashing against the shore. I am lost in the pure deep majestic blue ocean. The waves of water were washing and healing my wounds and I was holding Kairav closely and his back was to my front. The wind was blowing lightly and I could smell the salty air.
I wished Kartik to be here with us. We all would be enjoying our moment in our heaven.
I don't even remember when Kairav got up from my lap. I searched for the flood of my happiness and could not see him anywhere. Soon I saw his remote control car with a card attached to it. I picked out the car and it read 'Follow Me'. I foolishly smiled at the card and soon started to follow the car. My son knows how to make a normal day special. I felt small hands wrap around my leg and I set the small body on my hip.
"Happy sand art day." My cheeky little boy told me and I giggle at his words.
"No such day exists, Kairav," I spoke while pinching his cheeks and he returned the gesture.
"No, it does." Kairav started to struggle and I put him down. I crouch down to his level and ruffled his hair.
"Yes, how yesterday was Happy Burnt Pancake Day." I pushed a strand of my hair behind the ear and Kairav eagerly nodded his head. I started to walk towards our house.
"Ohh, and the day before yesterday was Happy car pushing day," I recalled and told him.
"Yes, good girl. My mamma knows the right day." Kairav placed a sloppy kiss on my cheek and I carry him to our house.
"Every day should be special, right mamma." Kairav pointed a finger to me and I agreed with my son and we burst out laughing. I love my son to the moon and back. He eases all my worries and gives me the hope to live one more day and enjoy it to the fullest.
"No tears, mamma," Kairav spoke while rubbing his thumb on my cheek and I realized that a lonely tear fell out of my eye.
"These are tears of joy, buddhu (idiot)," I spoke and started to tickle him.
Kartik
I was packing my clothes and I was ready to go to Goa. My personal assistant bought me the folder which contained information about my family. I sat on my bed... sorry, our bed since Naira and Kairav will be here soon. Kairav will have his own room and my wife will be there to warm my bed.
I opened the folder with a giddy feeling. I saw the birth certificate of a boy named Kairav Goenka.
Goenka.
Naira let him have my name and I have been not there for them for the whole five years. I turn the page and for the first time, see my son's picture. My son's eyes instantly caught my attention and I notice that he has Naira's eyes and my nose. He uses specks which are round and I am sure it is my wife who got such glasses. She loves Harry Potter and I am quite jealous of him. She got a little Harry Potter of her own. My eyes were beginning to tear up as and at the same time, my mind was escalating with various emotions. I was happy, sad and mad. I hate this feeling of helplessness.
I found that Naira has close relations with Shivesh Birla and Xavier De Luca which is not good. She is my wife and I trust her but I don't trust those morons. I have no idea what they think about my wife and my wife is naive enough to think that everyone wants to be her friend which is not the case. Everyone knows about my wife's beauty but she is oblivion when it comes to herself.
I love my sherni, the way she is.
Of course, I am going to be pissed at her but that does not mean that I am going to let go, my wife. She is mine and I am a very possessive man but I am going to control my possessiveness as it destroyed our relation before. I am coming, sherni, and soon we will start fresh.
Let bygones be bygones.
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At last, I decided to have a talk with my son. I found Kairav's number in the folder and I was shocked that Naira has allowed Kairav to have his own personal phone at such a small age. I am sure there might be a reason and would soon get to know.
I am nervous as hell as I am going to talk to my little prince. I have no idea what I am going to say to him. I cannot just pop up and tell him that this is his father and what if he tells Naira. She might leave with my son again. No, I can't let that happen. But I want to talk to my son as well, this is so confusing.
Shaking off my agitation, I pressed the call button. Let's see what might happen.
"Hello, who is this?" I heard a cute, chirpy voice that put a lovely smile on my face.
"Hello, Kairav. This is your papa." I spoke in a low voice, quite unsure of what might be his reaction.
"What the angel said is true. My wish came true. I found my papa. WOW!" I was at ease after listening to my son. I am no longer nervous. He is as excited to talk to me as I am. I want to know who this angel is.
"Ohh, and who might be this angel?" I spoke while scratching the back of my neck.
"You are so buddhu (idiot), papa." Kairav laughed and I joined him as well. He calls me buddhu just like his mom. Like mother, like son. Both love to laugh at my expense.
"Hmm, now who is this angel?" I once again ask my son and I am eager to hear his voice again. It is a melody to my ears.
"She is the most prettiest lady in the world. Any guesses." Well, I am ready for the game and my son was inviting me.
"Your mamma." Naira's name came to my mind at the thought of an angel.
"Yessssss." So, Kairav likes to call Naira as an angel.
"Yep, definitely an angel." And I am lost in thoughts of my little family and how we are going to make up for the time we lost.
"Are you mad at me, papa? Why are not you talking to me? Don't you miss me?" I felt that Kairav is close to bursting in tears and I mentally facepalm myself. I won't let my son be sad during our first conversation.
"No, beta (dear). This is not the case and, do not ever think that papa does not love you or miss you. I love my baby boy to the moon and back. No, more than that." I tried to cheer up my boy and reassure him that his papa loves him and only him. Thank god, it worked lest I wouldn't be able to sleep.
"Then, why don't you live with us? Mamma misses you a lot but does not say anything. Will you talk to her?" I am going to live with you soon, Kairav and I promise you that our family won't be sad anymore, I mentally promised myself. I am not the one to break promises, we have Naira for that.
"Listen, baby. I am going to share a top-secret with you and will my little prince keep it?" I indulged Kairav in our talk so that he does not go to his mom and would give me enough time to think of a good reason for not speaking with his mother.
"What is it? I promise to keep it a hop-secret." I laughed at my kid's childishness. We have a huge hop-secret to keep.
"Shh, lower your voice, baby. I am going to come to Goa and we are going to surprise mamma. Mamma's birthday is coming and we are going to make it the best, right." I mark Naira's birthday on the calendar.
"Yayy! Woo-" You have to be quiet or else your mamma will kill us.
"Shh, hop-secret remember." It is our hop-secret not top secret and I sheepishly smile and my cheeks start to hurt.
"Yes, we are going to make mamma's birthday best. Surprise from mendhak and tadpole to sherni." He giggled at his sentence and I let out a hearty laugh. You are right, baby.
Mendhak, Sherni, and Tadpole. A perfect family.
"I love you, papa." He gave a sloppy kiss to the phone while I chuckled at his cute actions.
"I love you too, baby. And, this time papa comes, he will not leave you and mamma alone baby. This is my promise and papa never breaks his promise." I promised my son and end the call. I want to call my son and want to talk to him endlessly. Soon, all my dreams will come true.
Be ready Naira.
A/N: I hope you all like this chapter. Please comment and vote as it makes my day. Please share your ideas and any scene you might want.
The next chapter is going to be a face-off between Naira and Kartik.
So, what do you think will be Naira's reaction? Will Kairav keep the secret or spill the beans?
Feel free to correct any mistakes if you find them.
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