Princess Zee, here's the next part...Big hug:) We're gonna be celebrating your sixteenth..........for a long time....
Sorry to disappoint with the rest of this, I wish this was fantasy myself. I started out to write something like that but it ended quite another way, I'm afraid! Still, here it is. Posting two chapters today, cause I just realised that chap 2 is quite short! And i am impatient...😆
Love:-Nonee
Chapter 2
"What is wrong with him Mommy?" Shabzie asked her mother quietly, looking at the little boy seated in her mother's study, looking down at his toes.
"He's very sad Shabzie. His Mommy has gone far far away and she won't be coming back. He misses her very very much. Would you like to take him and show him around. He will be staying with us for some time until his father gets back."
Shabzie watched her mother kneel in front of the little boy and take his hands in hers. The boy looked at her mother. "Preet, this is Shabzie, she's almost the same age as you are and she would like to be your friend."
The boy, Preet, looked at her but Shabzie had the feeling that although he was looking at her, he couldn't really see her.
She wondered what to say to him and looked at her mother, who had walked to her dresser and was standing there looking at them. Her mother nodded encouragingly.
Suddenly she noticed something clutched in his hand and she brightened, "Is that a dragon? I love dragons!"
He looked down and clutched his dragon even more fiercely.
Shabzie held her other hand out and showed him Pebbles.
"This is my baby Roo, Pebbles. Pebbles loves dragons as well. Pebbles would like to make a new friend. What is his name?"
He looked at Pebbles, shook his head slightly and then looked back down at his toes.
Shabzie stomped off to her mother, "He doesn't talk at all Mommy. I don't like him." She flounced off, pouting, without casting another look at the boy.
Dee Kapoor sighed and looked at the little boy who continued to look at his toes, as if nothing had happened. She sat down next to him and put an arm around him. She could feel the boy shiver and almost recoil from her touch. He was such an adorable little boy. And his eyes, just like Gayatri's. So like Gayatri's, it almost hurt to look into them. Hazelnut brown with long curling eyelashes.
Gayatri, her dearest friend, her sister! How thrilled they had been that they would again be living so close to one another. And all of a sudden, just like that, she was gone, victim to a freak accident, as she was driving to meet them. It was so unbelievable.
Lalit had been unconsolable. The tragedy had unhinged him. And he had just turned on his son. His six year old son who hadn't spoken a word since she had walked into the house and seen him hiding in Gayatri's room, shivering in a corner, his stuffed dragon clutched tightly under his arm.
Dee didn't know what to do. True, Lalit was a business associate of Anand but it had been Gayatri and her who had been the best of friends. She had never really been able to make Lalit out. Whenever Lalit had been in New York, he had met with them and based on her interaction with him, she had known that Lalit was crazy about his wife. That had thrilled her. Gayatri had always been such a romantic, she deserved every happiness. And she had so looked forward to seeing Preet after hearing so much, seeing so many pictures that Gayatri had sent her. But not in these circumstances…..
She looked at Preet again. His attention was caught by the silver framed photograph of Gayatri and her, taken outside Surval Mont-Fleuri, Montreux. Last year at school. Her heart felt so heavy as she looked at the two of them, hatless in the bright sun, carefree smiles on their faces, ready to take on the world.
She lifted the frame and held it out before him. He just stared at it unblinkingly without making a move to touch it.
She could feel the tears coming on and she placed the picture next to him and murmured, "I'll just get you something to drink, my dear," before walking quickly out of the room.
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