Hi guys! though the response on previous part was quite unexpected. No one commented else few Angelic girls.
But anyways I never run away. so here goes another part ...
Chapter-4
Title: Till the love runs out..
Viraj was pacing with Nimrit in his arms in the waiting lounge of the school.
"Look Daddy no one is here.Lets get towards home" Nimrit said .
Viraj didnt response .He was busy in his own Thought lane.
"Nimrit! sssh Miss.Donny has went inside to bring your kindergarten teacher"
Nimrit growled on this reply by Viraj and hidded her face in the crook of his nape
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"Miss Nisha!Someone is there in waiting area & he's got a little babe, so he
won't be in my class," Donny said, walking into the small office.
"How old?" Nisha asked, looking up from the lesson plan she was working on.
"Don't know, maybe three or four years old.
But hot damn, Nishu, the dad is a major
cutie and guess what? No engagement ring," she said in a sing-song voice.
Nisha laughed and shook her head, an
action she constantly exhibited around
Donny. "He wants to enroll his Son?"
"Yep no not his son u duck! his Daughter and he's waiting now to talk to you, so
go. Remember to flirt, Nishu," Donny
said seriously. "We need to get you a man
and that stud out there is six feet so-and-so inches of pure masculine manly manliness."
"Yeah, I'm going to go flirt with a student's
father. Brilliant plan, Don. Just brilliant,"
Nisha mocked her by applauding.
"I'd totally go after him if he were my type.
But I can never see myself with a guy more
beautiful than me," Donny said
Donny smiled widely and winked. "I'm going
to go set up for class. Have fun with the
hottie daddy!"
Nisha shook her head again and stepped
out of the office with the pile of paperwork
for the new student's parent. The minute
she walked into the entrance/waiting area,
the pile of paperwork dropped to the floor
and her mouth gaped open.
"Viraj Sir????"
Viraj looked at her and shook his head
slightly.
"Wonderful," he muttered. He had
heard Donny correctly. The frizz-bomb
nuisance who betrayed him ! who toyed around his feelings and made him hollow.
Yes ! Viraj had no shame to accept had he fled away from India cause of This b'ful girl Nisha standing in front of him
"Get laid Viraj! Have sex asap or else u 'l find every other girl b'ful" Viraj noted mentally
This Nisha Gangwaal was going to be in charge of his kid five days a
week. Wonder-freakin'-ful.
"What are you doing here?" she asked very
unprofessionally.
"I'm the damn sweeper What the hell
do you think I'm doing here?" he retorted.
A muffled voice came from the small child in
his arms. "Two bad words, daddy."
"Sorry, baby. What's the punishment?"
Viraj asked, ignoring Nisha's stunned
silence and turning to his daughter, who still had
her face hidden in shyness and sullenness.
"Ummm... two minutes time-out at home,"
came Nimrit's smothered reply from behind
"Fair enough," Viraj said and kissed his
bany's unruly dark auburn locks,the onlt feature she had inherited from her mother.
"she gets to punish you?" Nisha asked,
her brain and mouth fighting an epic battle
of wits of speaking before thinking.
"Yes. If she uses bad words, then I punish
her. I wouldn't be a very good example if I
threw around words without any justified reasons," viraj explained, growing bored
with the conversation. "So, you're the
teacher?"
Nisha straightened her shoulders as she
bent down to pick up the papers.
Surprisingly, Viraj bent down to help as
well.
Had hell frozen over?
"Yes, I'm the early-childhood teacher " Nisha said solidly.
"I didn't know you had a kid"she said
"Well, now you do," Viraj replied
condescendingly, standing up and handing
her half of the papers.
Nisha stared at him, old feelings of hate and lovw and bitterness surging through her veins at
the arrogant way he presented himself.
Nisha scowled and thrust the stack of
papers in front of him, handing him a pen from behind the front desk.
Still, the little girl he held remained
clutched to his father desperately.
She watched as Viraj spoke softly to him.
"Can I set you down so I can write?" Viraj
asked him.
Her head shook as she sniffled,
strengthening her hold on her father.
"Are you crying?" Viraj asked.
Nimrit nodded her head and sniffled again.
Viraj's shoulders sagged with heavy
emotion as he knelt down to place his baby on her own feet. Viraj stooped down to face her at eye-level.
"You promised me you wouldn't cry," Viraj said quietly.
Nisha watched as the Prince spoke to his Baby with more
tenderness and adoration than she could
have ever thought possible. It was obvious
from the onset that Viraj loved his child.
When he had set his son on the floor,
Nisha saw the little girl's face. Her
resemblance to his father was remarkable;
yet, there was a softness, a naivet, an
innocence to her young face. Her small eyes like Viraj's ,were pooled with tears, which were making their way quietly down her rounded
cheeks.she was an adorable child, with a hint of
mischief lurking beneath the black irises.
"Don't leave me, daddie. I'm scared," she sobbed quietly.
Viraj reached his hands out to wipe his
baby's tears away. He kissed each cheek
softly and brushed his fingers through his
daughter's hair.Nishafound herself in
complete awe at his actions, rooted to her
spot and watching quietly.
"What did we say, Nimrit? What do I always
tell you?" Viraj asked, rubbing Nimrit's
shoulders.
"Big girls don't get scared," Nimrit recited,
her lip quivering, her chest rising and falling
with urgent, crying breaths.
"And are you a big girl?"
Nimrit nodded vehemently and ran the back
of her hand across her eyes
"So you shouldn't get scared," Viraj said.
"I'll only be gone for a few hours and I'll be
here to pick you up at exactly two o clock."
Viraj rolled up his sleeve and held out his
wrist to Nimrit.
"Show me on my watch when
two o' clock is."
Nimrit pointed her little finger at the watch
and counted to the number two, pointing at
the right number and sniffling.
Viraj took off the watch he had received on
his seventeenth birthday and strapped it to
Nimrit's wrist. It was ridiculously big on her small arm, but it didn't matter as he
adjusted the strap to fit her perfectly.
"Now you'll know when I'll be coming to get
you, ok?" Viraj said and kissed his daughter once
more. "You're going to have fun, baby I
promise."
Nimrit nodded her head sadly, her attention
still focused on the watch on her wrist. she petted it protectively and held it close to her body.
Viraj stood up from kneeling and his eyes
met with Nisha's. She was watching him
strangely. It disconcerted him.
"What?" he asked snidely.
"Hi, Nimrit. My name is Nisha," she said
kindly.
"I'm going to be your teacher."
Nimrit stared at her, still hugging the watch
to her chest. she didn't reply.
"Nim, be nice," Viraj said distractedly
above them as he filled out the superfluity
of papers. "Say, hi."
"Hi," Nimrit said quietly.
"How old are you, sweetheart?" Nisha
asked.
Nimrit held up four fingers.
"Since you're here early, do you want to
help me set up for the class today?"
Nimrit shrugged wordlessly.
"Talk, Nimrit," Viraj said, signing his name
for what had to be the seventh time.
"Yes," Nimrit said, looking between her father
and the pretty lady in front of her
"Well, we're going to set out the building
blocks first and then we're going to put out
the crayons and parchments for art time."
"What's art time?" Nimrit asked, her eyes wide with wonder.
Nisha smiled. "Art time is where you
can either draw, or paint, or make sculptures
using clay. Do you like any of that?"
Nimrit nodded his head.
"Well, that's great, then. You're going to
have a lot of fun today. Especially when you
meet your classmates," Nisha said with a smile.
Viraj watched the two of them talk as he
finished with the bureaucratic part of the
enrollment process. The annoying chit
seemed to have a way with children, her
voice soothing and kind. She spoke to Nimrit as an equal, and not as a baby, the way Samarpita
did. Just the thought of his ex-wife made Viraj want to revisit his breakfast.
To be continued ..
Guys! Kindly ignore grammatical mistakes! I will set them right once I get my laptop! cause my cellphone sucks!
Edited by titlimihu - 10 years ago
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