Warmth of grandkids
Male ego wouldn’t allow Somesh to admit he was thinking along those same lines as well. After Aatreya would take Mrunalini home, he would say a few biting words to Pramila and Apurva
“In a home where father gets no respect I am not sure how anyone can be happy”
“This is not disrespectful Pa, Amma has tried to talk to you for months, he reconnected with Mrunalini almost a year ago and we have been acting like she has no right to exist”
“Are you including yourself to make me feel worse, because as far as I can recall, you were ready to accept Mrunalini the moment you saw her” Somesh growled
“She is in weak condition, please don’t be mean to her” Pramila urged her husband
“I am not yelling OK?” he tried not to raise his voice his eyes though were bloodshot with anger
“If we don’t accept her sooner or later he is going to start living with her” Pramila sat down worried
“Then what? Then we wont come here” Somesh grumbled
“How can we abandon our child? Like Vithal and Rukmini did?”
“Don’t talk about them”
“But think about it”
“What will you say when you bring her to Udipi with you, at our temple for 400 hundred years we have been conducting the events”
“It has to change Pa” Apurva was almost in tears
“He is using you also now? To convince me?”
“No he is not mine is an objective opinion, you spoke to Mihir Mihir also agrees she is really really decent and such a great mother”
Somesh shifted uneasily
“I don’t like the amount of disrespect I am getting from my own son since this all started”
“You have to understand he is merely standing his ground”
“By alienating his own father?”
“No he is not doing that because he hates you Pa, he wants to be protective of her”
“There are 100s of beautiful never married before girls in Karnataka”
“She has never married before either”
Pramila gasped when Apurva clapped her father back
“She has a child”
“Yes he belongs to Atty… Aatreya and her” she smiled beatifically
“I am disappointed your mother will invite ladies and do a ceremony and hide their phones and get what she wants”
“You have to understand…”
“Shhhh shhhh, listen Apurva, Shastri Uncle said “Looks like she told you who wears the pants in the family” Somesh cringed
“That was a cheap shot, Amma has a job why cant she be allowed equal decision making authority”
“Did you teach her?” Somesh glared at Pramila
“My children learn on their own” she said proudly teary eyed
“You have nothingt o say about Shastri’s words?”
“What should I say? That he needs to manage his daughters’ affairs, both are not married, one married and divorced another one does what she wants both are older than my children”
“Amma… Ma… Ma” Apurva cringed when she heard her mother gossip about her cousins, cousins she was actually pretty close to
“These days young people do what they want” Somesh mumbled
“Except my son is not allowed to do what he wants, he is younger than Prabha and Pratima”
“Your son already has out of wedlock father hood and divorce under his belt” Somesh was merciless
Apurva was shocked
She got up tearfully
Somesh looked ashamed
Pramila gave her husband a dirty look and chased after Apurva
She had walked back briskly and bolted the door to their room
Mihir was asleep so Pramila could not pound the door
She went back to the living room couch and wept softly
Somesh ambled to his wife’s side
“The goal is not for your son to be happy, looks like the goal is for you to hold on to your prestige and power at the Udupi temple”
“Do I seem like an arrogant man to you?”
“U are certainly not kind to our son” Pramila sobbed
“I am sorry”
“No apologize to Apurva, Apologize to Aatreya, he has invted us all, he is hosting us, he is caring for his sister, he cares for that girl, he is running around and yet you say such hurtful things about him”
Somesh sat quietly with his head hung
“I stand by what I did, you can come around if you want, otherwise I will go bless him, I will beg him to allow me into his house so I can see how the sweet boy Jayadritha grows up”
“You don’t want me by your side?” “U are pushing ur husband away?” Somesh was angrier now
“I have to choose, I am sorry, I am old I need the warmth of grand children” Pramila got up and walked back to their bedroom
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