Haan Shuruat hain...aage aage dekho hota hain kya..
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Haan Shuruat hain...aage aage dekho hota hain kya..
Ninad has ultimately palti maraoed.
Even Ash is turning.
Next chapter is round the corner. Keep reading!
Originally posted by: velvetscarf
Thank you for the tag!
Love your writing - ab pata chalega godu ko 😁
Ninad: very good he’s the only one who can fix these moral defectives
Godu ki to mast pitayi hone wali hain. Serial wale kare ya na kare, main to zaroor karungi.
Ninad baba ki jai ho..
Yes, Ma'am...as you say!
So, readers and responders,
Posting the next chapter in a a couple of minutes.
This chapter focusses on father and daughter bond. A bit tender for VC, I thought I could pen down some fond moments between VC and his daughter before the DCW bashes him.
So read on..
CN, a few days later
Savi stirred restlessly in her drugged sleep, prompting Virat to hurry over and feel her forehead.
Bukhar to nahi hain..magar weakness bahut hain. Antibiotics ne apna kaam kar diya. Thoda soup banake le aata houn..He was about to go when Savi mumbled something and tried to get off the bed.
“Are bada, ruko…kya chahiye?”
“Sussuu aa raha hain..”
“Theek hain, main le chalta houn..” in any other situation, Virat would have felt acutely uncomfortable. It would come later, maybe. If at all.
He made her sit on the seat, holding her steady. After awhile she tugged at his hand.
“Ho gaya..”
He started to help her dress again.
“Ab clean bhi kijiye na. Aai hamesha karti hain..”
OMG how to clean a girl? He fingered the hand faucet, hoping for some divine cue.
It came from the most unexpected quarters.
“Police Uncle, aapko itna bhi nahi maloom? Girls ko hamesha peechhe se clean karte hain!”
“Ok, majhi aai…” he did a mental facepalm while doing the needful. “Ab hogaya? Chalo kapde peheno aur phir breakfast karte hain. Phir dawa bhi to leni haina..”
“Meli aai aagayi?”
Virat was saved from answering by the ring of his cellphone. It was the DIG.
His face was extremely grave on disconnection of the call. Sai had filed a counter FIR against him, also marked a copy to DCW. The words of his superior officer rang in his head. Mentally torturing a sick minor child, forcibly separating her from the mother…Ok, fine, he would answer the charges in court. He cursed out aloud. SAI…a swift tug on his tee was an indication the invective was not missed by the little devil.
“Police uncle, kiska phone tha? meli aai aagayi?” Tiny feet danced around in the room. “Mujhe pata hain, meli aai aagayi…Police uncle, mujhe nahana hain. Main aai ke samne aise thode na ja sakti houn…dirty dirty…”
“Ho, majhi aai…”
“To, police uncle.. Mujhe nhai nhai kalao na…Mumma jaise, ek dumclean clean…”
The child tugged him to the bathroom before he could think on the further course of action. Why was he so hesitant? Vinu also needed help. Bathing him was not a problem, he was a boy after all. But Savi…Should he call PL? Ah, that was the best choice.
“Ek minute, Bada…main abhi aata houn!”
He ran to fetch her.
He found her busy in the Yoga room, sitting cross legged in a deep state of meditation. OK, He couldn’t disturb her. Then his own mother? Would she be free? Sounds from the kitchen indicated otherwise. OK, DCP Saab, you need to do the honours yourself..buckle up…he reminded himself and stepped back in the room.
He knocked cautiously on the bathroom door.
The door opened a fraction and a face peeped out.
“Kya Hain Police uncle? Itni del laga di. Main kabse wait kal lahi houn!”
“OK, Bada…abhi aaya..Chalo, frock nikalo…”
“Ek minute. Aap apni eyes shut kalo..”
What the hell..how could he help with his eyes closed? The little devil continued further. “Aap boy hona. Aul main girl. Mujhe shame shame hoti hain…”
He did a mental facepalm. “Ok, meri aai, shame shame nahi hogi. Magar eyes open karna padega na. Nahi to mujhe kaise pata chalega soap kahan hain aur shower kahan?”
“Theek hain, eyes open kalo. Magar shame shame nahi dekhna!”
“Promise..” He started the shower after checking the temperature. He ensured that water sluiced over her entire body before soaping and lathering her. She was a perfect creation, jointly between Sai and himself. She even had a birthmark at the same place as him. What sort of a baby was she? He ached for the vision. Her birth, her toddling, her first tooth, her first steps, the wobbling, the tripping and then bawling…
“Ale kahan hog aye police uncle? Meli ankh main soap chalagaya dekhona..”
“OK…abhi clean kar deta houn..” He wiped if off with a clean towel, wiping his own face in the process. What all had he missed? Another tug on his arm stopped the chain of thoughts.
“Hogaya police uncle. Meli aai kehti hain, jab main big girl banungi na, tab kissi ki help nahi lena. Sab apne aap kalna.. Bas two years more..”
“Ok, Ok…Big Girl, chalo Kapde pehen lo!”
He dressed her in one of his favourites. Mustard coloured tee with superman print and matching jeans. She admired herself in the mirror.
“Accha hain. Ab mele baal..” She reached out for the brush.
He watched with fascination as she tilted her head sideways and toweled her wet mane. Sai. The same mannerisms. Watching her in the mirror, her expression of pure bliss changing into irritation the instant she came across a stubborn knot.
“Main help karoun?”
“Aap ko aata hain?”
“Try kar raha houn na..” A distant memory played in his mind. Sai’s accident. Her head injury…he had combed her hair and she had smiled amidst tears.
“Ouch! Police uncle, aapko nahi aata. Aai kitna accha pigtails banati hain. Ab tak to aagayi hogi na..”
He was saved from further query by PL, who stood in the door with an envelope in hand.
“Courier for you. From DCW. DIG sir has asked to report to the HQ right away”
TBC
Haha... lovely update...
I am glad you are taking this 'basics' approach.... its not easy being a father. I doubt V has even done it for Vinu (in the show I mean).... but this is a good enough start ki sirf bol dene se baap nahi banta koi 😆
Plus DCW🥳
Lovely update. But ayeee. Tum toh "Bada❤️" mat likho. Already kaan se khoon nikalta hai when Bala is pronounced as Bada. 😆 Thanks for the tag
Its just beginning...he has to suffer...he has to cry.....
Loved this..
Waiting for next update...
Plz give some strong dialogues to sai.
Haha... lovely update...
I am glad you are taking this 'basics' approach.... its not easy being a father. I doubt V has even done it for Vinu (in the show I mean).... but this is a good enough start ki sirf bol dene se baap nahi banta koi 😆
Plus DCW🥳
Sahi kaha aa[ne. Sirf apna ansh dene se koi baap nahi ban jaata.
I took a lot of material for this update from my own childhood. Whenever my mother went on duty (A doctor) my father cared for me. Right from the time when I was 4 months old. He cleaned me, bathed me, fed me, slept with me on his chest..throughout my mom's night duties.
Even dressed me for school, combed my hair, brushed my teeth.
I was a pukka Daddy's girl. Even today, many tell me. I am his splitting image..My mom once joked about it. nau mahine pet main main rakhu. labour pains bhi mere. Aur yeh madam apne pappa ki xerox copy..