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"Saala! Mere ko love letter deta hain? Jaanta hain ki mein kaun hoon?"
"A-Anisha A-Ashutosh M-M-Mathur!" The poor guy pinned between the hard bark of the tree and a ferocious female stammered.
"Idiot. I didn't ask you my full name. I'm a karate black belt. Gave my final test just last week. Ek doongi na.." The brown black eyes of the fifteen year old Anisha were spitting fire and fury. She looked thin but every inch of her five feet five inches sleek frame was well toned muscle and her thick straight black hair was pulled into a tight ponytail at the back of her head.
Before her fist could connect with the guy's cheek, hard arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her away giving the guy a chance to breath and run like hell in the other direction. Facing the girl after giving that letter had been a nightmarish experience. He most definitely didn't want to tangle with her twin brother.
"Ani..Ani ruk! Mat maar usse, chod! Jaane de Ani!"
Anisha pushed her brother's arms away and freed herself. "Chod Ari! Kaisa bhai hain tu! Usse marne ke bajai tu mere ko rok raha hain?"
"You really want mom to know about this? If the principal sees you hitting someone again, she is going to call mom. And you know all hell will break loose after that." Anisha scowled but nodded in agreement. "Now let's go. Dad called. Today is their anniversary and he wants to surprise mom with something."
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Nidhi came out of the OT, pushing away her face mask. "Congratulations, beti hue hain."
"Thank you so much Dr Nidhi," Presumably the patient's mother said with gratitude. "What people say is true. You indeed do have a golden touch."
Nidhi smiled and patted her shoulder. "Aisa kuch nahi hain. I'm no different from other OBGs here. Your daughter will be shifted to the ward in a few minutes then you can see her and also your granddaughter." And walked towards her cabin. Just as she entered, she felt her phone vibrating madly on the table. A glance at the caller id and her face lit up in a tired smile. She answered it. "Haan Anji! Bol!"
"Hey Nidhi..Happy anniversary yaar."
That wiped the smile off Nidhi's face. Her startled eyes fell on the calendar and groaning, she plopped down in her chair. "Oh God! I totally forgot about that! Shit yaar!"
"You have gotten so busy in your profession these days..no wonder you don't remember anything. Do you even get to spend enough time with your kids?"
Nidhi smiled at that. "I do actually. We went to that picnic last weekend na. It was fun. You saw the pictures?"
"Yup. Jeejaji is looking so relaxed re."
"I know. He says he is living his childhood through his children. Now that he has opted out of surgeries and shifted to teaching, he is bonding with them big time. All three of them went to some movie too last night."
"Can't believe jeejaji watching movies and eating burgers. And can't believe you have become a strict no-nonsense type of a mom." Both of them giggled like two young girls talking about their favourite hot actor instead of two middle aged women.
"Achcha chal, rakhti hoon. I need to go home as soon as I can. Say my hi to Ranganath and Pavan. Oh and your in-laws too."
"Yeah ok. And you say my hi to Yog uncle and jeejaji. Kissie kissie to kids." They laughed and ended the call.
Nidhi quickly wrapped up the OPD and handed over a couple of emergency deliveries to her colleague before driving herself home, stopping on the way to buy a huge bouquet of red roses for her husband. As soon as her car stopped in front of their two storied bungalow, her son came running and opened her door. She took the flowers and got out only to have him close both her eyes with his palms. She felt her daughter's hand guiding her through the front porch steps and then she was inside the house. Her son removed his hands slowly and she blinked her eyes open. She saw the grinning face of her baba first and then looked around. The hall was full of balloons and streamers and in the centre table sat a huge cake, alight with candles. And near the huge bay window, stood her husband, with one foot propped against the wall behind him and with his violin in his hand. He smiled that special smile of his as soon as her eyes met his and started playing the song that had become their song through the years.
Ek pyaar ka nagma hain..Maujon ki ravani hain..
Zindagi aur kuch bhi nahi..Teri meri kahaani hain..
Tu dhaar hai nadiya ki, main tera kinaara hoon
Tu mera sahaara hai, main tera sahaara hoon
Aankhon mein samandar hai, aashaaon ka paani hai
Zindagi aur kuch bhi nahin
Teri meri kahaani hai
Ek pyar ka nagma hai