My Paradise'
"ASR, Singhania's file has still not been signed"
"Mr. Raizada, it was a pleasure to meet you"
"Bhai! Please go through these clauses again. You might just want to make some amendments"
"The models are throwing tantrums again, ASR. The photographer is pissed. Do something."
AR Designs was alive with a new spirit as they were to launch their new Autumn Collection sometime next week. The phones never ceased their incessant ringing. The venue was to be set up. The models were to be trained. There were tons of things to do and Arnav had started to lose his calm.
"Aman!" he bellowed. "Handle the tantrums crisis, for god's sake. What have I employed you for? Get to work!"
"Inefficient beings" he muttered to himself as he went through the umpteenth file on his desk. On spotting a point of error, he almost lost it. "Akash!" he growled over the Bluetooth. "There's a slip up in Roy's file. Fix it ASAP!"
He laid back in his chair and ran his fingers through his hair. This was exhausting. He was no longer a man in his twenties. Those days were long gone. He had to slow down these days to catch up on his breath.
Just as he loosened his tie and got back to his files, the phone suddenly buzzed only to inform him about another 'WHAT THE!' situation.
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Arnav hurriedly drove his SUV down the road. It was a long, hard day and he needed to get back to where he belonged. His paradise. His Beacon of Salvation. His wait was finally over for the day.
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It was late. The lights were off and the door was locked. He was late again. Arnav quietly took out the keys from his pocket and unlocked the front door, not wanting to break the aura of slumber. He tiptoed to his room and softly opened his bedroom door.
The heavenly sight made him forget all his worldly worries. This is what he was waiting for. This is what he lived for. There she was on the bed, wrapped up in her mother's arm, all cosy and warm. The room was dimly lit from the bedside lamp.
He slowly approached the mother and daughter and gently sat beside them, trying not to perturb the mood. It was not Khushi, that he was worried about. He knew she was too tired to wake up by slight distractions. He didn't want to bring Anika, their four months old baby daughter, out of her catnap. He stared at the bundle of beauty before him. Her soft breaths, so tender. So naive and he had vowed to protect her from all the evils of the world. He was the father. He was the protector.
It wouldn't be long before she shrieked her parent's life out in the middle of the night. He smirked on remembering the tiffs every night between Khushi and him as to whose turn it was to change the nappy.
Life was good. Life was filled with love. He softly ran his hands on Anika's forehead and bent down to shower her with feathers of goodnight kisses. She was his deliverance. She was his salvation. She was his paradise. His daughter was the world to him.
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It's a pretty small one and absolutely random too.. but I just felt like writing it down. I have to update my other SS as well. I didn't update for long since I had a lot of piled up work to complete (punishment of an absolute lazy bum).. but anyway.. Hope you guys liked it..
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