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Rohan is a wildlife photographer, I had mentioned before😊
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dear loved ur comment frm the bottom of my heart, thnk u😳
This part is for all the new readers... I cherish the old ones dearly but its always gud to know that new ones are joining in😃
Meera you have to understand, that was best we could do for her.
I don't think so dad n I still can't believe you pushed her into that hell hole with that man.
He was also suffering.
Excuse me did you just said suffering? Maan suffering? No dad the one dying n suffering every second is Geet n I will get her back. Don't you know how much she has gone through?
Mujhe pata hai beta. Rajendra sighed. Par humne itne saal wait kiya par kuch sahi nai hua na. Sometimes we have to take chance. May be Maan is the key to the old Geet.
I met her I didn't saw any improvement. Meera scoffed utterly angry n irritated. N Dad, his place would be the last where she would get better. You did what you wanted n now I would do what I want.
After umpteenth struggles Jia finally was able to hoist her 4 years old body on her mother's bed. This bed was higher than hers so it took her extra effort to complete the chore.
Mommy. Geet turned back to look at Jia. The little one walked towards her n kept her palm on her cheek. You wuk sad.
She spoke as if discovered some new species, eyes wide n mouth opened in an O.
Nai. Geet said giving her a smile.
Otey. She smiled back. But when you feel sad tell me. I will kiss you. Daddy says my kiss has magic. She giggled cutely keeping her palm over her mouth; her shoulder shook as her eyes glittered so unlike Geet's.
Geet pulled packet of joy into her lap. Can I get one right now?
Bilkul. She pasted a wet, sloppy kiss over Geet's cheek. Then stared at her again sucking her upper lip. Magic happen?
Geet grinned, how could you not when such a pretty angel was with you. The kiss was indeed magical. Yes.
Jia giggled again; wrapping her hands around Geet's torso she rested her head on her chest.
Mommy.
Hmm.
I lub you.
Geet rested her chin over Jia's head. I love you too. She wanted to say thank you too. Perhaps it was difficult to love her that was why nobody did so except for this little girl.
I want to eat brownlate.
Geet looked down at Jia's puppy face. I will make you brownlate cake.
Jia's whole face brightened more as if that was even possible. Will you teach me how to make it? She asked puppy face back.
Geet smiled. Haan, let's go.
Geet made Jia sit on the middle table placed in kitchen n pulled out all the ingredients. While she placed all the dry ingredients in a sieve n shook it back n forth over a bowl, Jia forward her hands excited to no limits. Mommy mai bhi karungi. When there was little left in the sieve Geet gave it to Jia. She with her little hands started shaking it spilling some over the table. When it was done, she grinned wide. How did I do?
Awesome. Geet winked n started preparing for the batter when she was sure that it was properly stirred she let Jia have a taste.
Yummy. Jia said running her tongue over soft pink almost red lips. Geet wiped her mouth with a towel then poured the mixture in a pan, finally placing it into the oven.
They went to watch TV n though it played Jia's fav power puff girls she remained restless asking every two minutes if her brownlate cake was ready.
After 30 minutes the oven went off n Geet took the cake out, cautiously emptied it in a white plate n then frosted it, ending with sprinkling semi-sweet chocolate chips all over it.
Mommy don't. Jia shouted when Geet started to cut a piece for Jia.
What? Geet asked confused.
It's so beautipull. I don't want to eat it. She said her small, cute face contorted in worry.
Geet restrained a chuckle, she wasn't sure if it was because of Jia's funny pronunciation or her nave worry for a cake. Jia if you didn't eat na then bacteria would attack it. The cake is asking you rescue it n for that you would have to eat it. She said opening her eyes big n making her voice scary as if it wasn't a cake but some damsel in distress.
Oooh. Jia's eyes were never this wide as she took in her mother's words in n determination settled over her face. Don't worry cake we will save you.
Geet cut a piece n served it in a plate to Jia, who ate it like she was eating something sweet for the first time. There was an expression of pure unadulterated bliss on her face n at times like this Geet felt that she wasn't completely useless.
Rohan was also in the living room so they served him a piece too.
Oh my god I didn't know my Jia could cook so well. He said tickling Jia's stomach.
Yeeesh. Jia giggled with an adorable smug look on her little face. Mommy helped me.
Geet you are really lucky to have assisted the maestro of cooking. Rohan said with fake seriousness which Jia was too innocent to catch.
Her mother grinned while Jia again giggled with pride but then corrected her stupid uncle. You silly. She hit his head in her trademark style. Mommy n Jia did 50-50 work.
Oh I m so sorry. I didn't know that your mother could cook too.
Hww. Her jaw dropped to the floor. You didn't? She asked as if not knowing was a crime.
Geet smiled n said. Enough. He was mocking Jia but the oblivious innocent girl was just falling in his trap.
Just when Geet was about to sit beside them Maan entered the living room n the air automatically tensed. Geet glanced at the clock n it was time for his return. She didn't even realize when so much of time passed otherwise she would have already left for her room. It was like there was a silent arrangement between the two when Maan was there she didn't come out, he had fixed his time for everything so that she was aware n he didn't had to see her face and when he knew she would be out he made a point to stay away.
Daddy. Again oblivious Jia ran to her father n hugged his legs, her head barely reaching his knees. Geet was all ready to run n hide when Jia said. Jia n Mommy made cake. She started pulling him close to the table while Maan clenched his fist. Here he was dying every damn second n she was making cakes. His eyes fell on Rohan who relaxing on the sofa with another smirk on his face.
Mommy, Daddy ko bhi do na. Jia was so happy n just wanted her Daddy to taste the cake; she cooked for the first time (according to her).
Geet didn't want to and only wanted to go back to her room. Without meeting his eyes she cut a piece with her trembling hands. Maan remained still trying to restrain himself, the day was exhausting n this wasn't what he had expected to witness and deal with at home. It was when she forwarded the plate before him that he lost his control, temper flaring up.
The sound of shattering glass filled the room as Maan threw the plate away. Geet gasped as he held her by elbow. Can't you allow me some peace? He spoke on top of his voice, all his inner aggravations making their way out. Why can't you f**king leave me alone?
Maan what are you doing? Rohan said suddenly alarmed. Leave her.
You stay out of this. Maan warned n turned towards Geet who seemed to have gone in a shock. She was just giving him some cake.
If not for Jia's voice Maan wouldn't have stopped.
Daddy you hurt the cake. Tears ran down her chubby cheeks, nose turning red n realization dawned upon him like a weight too heavy.
N you said bad word. Jia pointed out bewildered. She had never seen him like that. He was always loving, caring n polite. This wasn't her Daddy. Jia n Mommy did so much hard work.
She sniffed and walked towards the cake n sat on the floor, trying to pick the ruined piece into her tiny hands.
Jia. Geet called to stop her; there were broken glass pieces which might hurt her.
Don't. Maan said his voice was low yet full of agony. You have done enough damage. For so long he was hiding this face of his from his daughter but today because this women his daughter had to see him like that. He simply picked Jia up into his arms who stared at him with her teary eyes, scared a bit but he assured her saying sorry n how much he loved her n walked to his room.
Geet looked at Rohan, her eyes were also filled n chin trembling. It was clear she was controlling herself from breaking down.
Mai.. mai wo yeh saaf kar deti hu. She said don't know why, may be to avoid the cry that was trying so hard to escape her throat.
Rohan kept a hand on her shoulder. Nakul will clean it. Nothing else came to his mind that was to be deemed worth speaking in this situation. He felt pity n concern for the girl before him desperate to hide her tears but he could practically feel the sadness seeping out of her every pore.
He turned her towards him. You can cry if you want. And she did. She hugged him n cried her eyes out resting her head against his chest. Perhaps it was Maan's words or his accusation or may be the way he asked her to stay away from Jia. Whatever it was she felt helpless n weak like falling in a deep hole full of ever increasing water, the mouth of hole closing in upon her n while she knew how to swim there was only little she could do.
Rohan hugged her to him; it wasn't anything inappropriate just assuring n let her wet his shirt.
Precap- Geet blackmailing Maan😲
Twisty precap indeed but its not bad😊 as I already have been giving a lot of shockers... also a mystery is going to be solved which was bothering everyone. I will try to update fast.
BTW can I get 250 likes I will update even faster😉
N yeah thnx Sumaiya Riya for Jia's pic🤗
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