This one is just a "I couldnt sleep at night kind of one shot" but it turned out to be pretty neat so I thought I will Give it a try.So I am posting it here.
Thump thump. Thump thump.
That was the sound newborn Gunjan Bhushan heard as she rested her body on her father's chest. She was way too young to understand what that soft noise that was calming her down and cradling her to sleep. It was so soft, and repetitive. This soft noise made baby Gunjan feel safe and secure, and at peace.
"That's right Princess, you're safe in Daddy's arms now."
And she slept.
Thump thump. Thump thump.
It was dark, and the thunder was roaring outside, and 4 year old Gunjan was trying her best to be brave.
"Daddy said to count to ten and close your eyes and it will all go away." Little Gunjan closed her eyes and took deep breaths, and when she got to number 7, a large clap of thunder lit her entire room. She shrieked and started crying.
"DADDY!" She cried and hid under her blankets. She shook in terror as she hugged her teddy tight to her chest. "Daddy, I'm scared'" she said to herself. She continued crying until a strong pair of arms wrapped around her.
"Shhh, it's all right Princess, Daddy's here."
Her father rocked her slowly, her face cradled into his chest, and her sniffles dying down. She slowly fell asleep to the sound of her father's natural lullaby.
Thump thump. Thump thump.
Gunjan Bhushan was hot, itchy, and incredibly uncomfortable. At 8 years old, she caught the chicken pox from her friend Nupur Kapur, and both were suffering from the itchy red bumps. It was 2:30 in the morning and all she wanted to do was sleep, but her throat scratched, as well as did the red bumps all over her body.
"Daddy'" Gunjan called from her room. Her tiny voice was no match for the big house. Gunjan was frustrated that she couldn't get to sleep, and she was in desperate need of some water. "Daddy." She said a little stronger than before, but with no avail. The sweaty headed long haired girl rolled over grasping her teddy, in an effort to get comfortable. "DADDY!" She said with all the energy she could muster out of her small body. Omkar Bhushan came running in with a glass of water and a damp cloth.
"Princess, are you all right?" Gunjan groaned in frustration.
"Daddy, I'm all itchy, hot, and I can't go to sleep because my throat is all scratchy and I just want to go back to school!" She cried. Gunjan loved school, and this definitely upset her with the fact that she couldn't go back. Omkar eased the small girl by placing the cool cloth on her forehead, and the little girl fell asleep against her father's chest, lulled to sleep by his internal lullaby.
Thump thump. Thump thump.
The tears streamed down her face as she walked home from school. Twelve year old Gunjan did not know how her so called "friends" could ever be so mean. She was nothing but sweet, and caring to Sheena(read as sheeee-naaaa), and yet she had to go and embarrass her in front of her entire sixth grade class.
"Just because I'm smart doesn't mean she has the right to make fun of me'" Gunjan sniffled as she opened the door of her house.
"Gunji? Is that you? You're home early, Princess." Omkar said walking towards his trembling daughter. He rushed down to the short girl and kneeled down. "What happened, Princess? Who does Daddy have to beat up?" Gunjan sniffled again.
"Sheena said I am Ms know it all and said I should stop being a speak truth at all times kind of person 'cause then no one would be my friend." Gunjan leaned into her father's shoulder and sobbed. Brijbhushan picked up Gunjan and carried her to his Car. "W-Where are we going, Daddy?"
"We're going to get ice cream. Just don't tell Ma, okay?" Gunjan smiled. When they reached the ice cream parlor, Gunjan stood on her dad's toes and gave him the biggest hug while listening to his steady heartbeat, erasing all the teasing of Sheena away.
Thump thump. Thump'
Gunjan stared at the green grass beneath her feet, blinking back the tears that she held back for days now. At seventeen years of age, she had to witness her father, her savior, her knight in shining armor, being buried in the cold dark grown. Her black dress was wrinkled from sitting on the ground for too long, and she didn't care. She wanted to sit right there, next to her Daddy forever if she really needed to.
She finally let out all the tears that she has been holding in for three days. Everyone was departing from the funeral, and Gunjan's mother went to attend to the guests at the wake. Gunjan couldn't deal with the sympathy anymore. She didn't want to hear everyone's apologies, or their lies of similar emotions, because no one had the same connection that she had with her father. She stood up, ready to run, but a pair of strong arms stopped her. She didn't know who it was, but she buried her face into his chest and sobbed as he rubbed her back affectionately.
Samrat Sehgal, at 18 years of age, had lost more than his best friend's father. He lost one of his mentors . Omkar Bhushan was one of the only people who knew about Samrat's feelings towards Gunjan, and he fully approved.
"Samrat, I want you to promise me that you'll take care of Gunjan. Promise me you'll make her happy."
"I will do everything in my power to keep her safe. For you, Mr Bhushan."
Samrat comforted the sobbing beauty in his arms and saw that she had fallen asleep in his arms. What he didn't know was that he was lulling her to sleep with his natural lullaby.
Thump thump. Thump thump.
Samrat Sehgal looked down at the sleeping beauty on his chest. He never knew why, but 25 year old Gunjan had this habit of falling asleep on his chest and he wanted to get to the bottom of it. She stirred, signaling the awakening of the lady.
"Good morning, wifey." Samrat said whispering into her ear. Gunjan blushed, and just curled back up into his chest.
"Too early'" She mumbled, pressing her ear to his bare chest, listening closely to his natural rhythm. She was immediately soothed by it, and was drifting off.
"Why do you do that, sweetheart?" Gunjan didn't move from his spot on his chest.
"Do what?" She responded groggily.
"You always fall asleep on my chest. Why?" Gunjan looked up at Samrat, the soothing rhythm now inaudible to her. Gunjan blinked, and remembered her father always protecting her from the dangers of life, and the fear that it brought.
"It reminds me of my Dad." She said quietly, and snuggled back into Samrat's chest, closing her eyes. "It makes me feel safe, and protected. Whenever I was having a really off day, my dad would just be there, and his heartbeat would lull me to sleep. It made me happy." Samrat smiled fulfilling his promise to Gunjans father, as he laid there with her smiling on his chest and listening to his strong heartbeat, both of them ready to face the fears of the world together.
THE END
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