Her Caring Lad
The pitter patter of the rain against the poolside door was filling the otherwise silent surrounding. Chill basking on everything. Oblivious to all sound, his eyes remained strained on her pale face, his hands performing the same action mechanically from hours now. He swallowed a lump as he heard a soft moan escape her lips. He placed the damp cloth on her forehead and kept rubbing her palm which was lying on his lap. Taking the cloth from her forehead, he dipped it in the bowl. Bending down, he kissed her forehead, her skin burning against his lips.
"Don't worry Khushi , you will be fine soon" his voice so vulnerably soft. He looked out through the poolside glass door. It was raining continuously from 2 days, cutting all the connection with the outer world. Roads were filled with water, no reception, people just stuck where they were, leaving no means to contact anyone. He looked down at his wife, who was withering in fever from hours. Pushing back the helpless tears he again picked the cloth and kept it on her forehead.
"Amm...aaa"
Arnav's gaze shifted to his Son, who clad in a plain white T and matching leaves printed pajama, sat on the other side of his Amma, mimicking his action of rubbing his Amma's palm.
As a small moan again escape her lips, he saw her Son leap forward and sit near his Amma's head. Sitting there, he patted her cheek with his chubby palm.
"Amm...aaa" he called his Amma, but didn't get to hear her tickling voice like always. Wanting her to open her eyes and smile at him like always, he went on his knees and patted her cheek with his both hands.
"Amm..aaa" he kept calling as his tiny hands patted his Amma's warm cheeks.
"Stop doing that Abeer, your Amma is not well" Arnav said , his voice hoarse and small. Changing the cloth from the forehead, he saw his Son still patting Khushi's cheek. "Stop doing that Abeer, she is not well." Arnav said, irritated. More from the helpless situation he was in than his Son.
"I SAID STOP IT!" He blasted, hours of pent of emotions fighting for release. And it did release in the best way known to him --- Anger.
And he saw Abeer immediately stop his action and stare at him, big fat tears threatening to roll down his cheek. He closed his eyes, feeling too guilty for shouting at his little boy. He opened his eyes, his pupils softened now. Changing the cloth from her forehead once, he bent and took Abeer in his arms.
"Sorry sweetheart ... very sorry. Your Amma is not well, and Papa is worried. I know you want her to open her eyes and speak to you, but she is not well. We will have to take care of her, and then she will be all fine again ...hmm?" his nose nuzzled Abeer's soft cheek as he made him understand.
And as if understanding each and every word of his Father, Abeer kissed his Father's stubble and slide down to sit on his Father's folded legs, quietly staring at his Amma.
Arnav bent and kissed his hair, and taking the bowl of water in front of him, he started changing the damp cloth again.
Arnav's hand lifted to rub his closed eyes, his whole body aching. As his hand shifted to rub his forehead, he opened his eyes slightly, and soon all the event of last day flooded his mind. He tilted his head to his left to only have his view blocked by his Son's back. He sat straight immediately, and then the sight he witnessed melted his heart and brought hot tears to his eyes. His Son sat there, picking the damp cloth from the bowl and keeping on his Amma's forehead, blabbering his usual. And his Amma lay there, her eyes open now, a small smile on her lips and tears flowing down her cheeks. Swallowing the rock in his throat, he picked Abeer and kissed his lips soundly.
"My big boy took care of his Amma, hmm? I am so sorry , I don't know when I slept ..." he apologized, feeling so terrible for falling asleep when his little boy was awake looking after his Amma.
"Amm...aaa.." Abeer grinned, showing his two tiny teeth, and pointed at his Amma.
Arnav looked at Khushi, whose eyes were fixed at her Son and tears still cascading down her pale cheek. Keeping his Son near his Mother, he laid down beside her, staring straight in her eyes. As Abeer went and snuggled against his Amma's chest, Arnav took both of them in his arms.
"Are you fine?" Arnav asked, caressing her hair.
Khushi nodded.
"Why crying then?" he asked softly and saw more tears pour down her cheek.
Khushi buried her face in his neck, her heart too overwhelmed.
"He loves me so much , Arnavv ji ..."came her tear filled voice.
Arnav smiled, rubbing her hair. "He does ... And so do you .. "
"What if he stops loving me someday?...I ..I will not survive ..." She sobbed, her hold on her baby tightened, holding him close to her heart.
Arnav hugged both of them close. "Why do you think that, Khushi? He loves you ... he will never stop loving his Amma .. never... " pulling away to look at her, he kissed her cheek. "He loves you more than me ... See he was awake all night, taking care of you ..." he smiled.
Khushi pulled Ebu little away to see he had fallen asleep in her embrace. Kissing his forehead, she again cocooned him in her arms. "And I love him more than you .." she giggled through her tears.
Arnav pouted, making her giggle more.
Inching closer, Khushi kissed his cheek. "I love you both ..."
"I too love you both." Arnav said, kissing her cheek.
"Hamesha?" Khushi asked.
"Hamesha..." Arnav promised.
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