Chapter 6 Title- TurbulenceNisha was walking rather to say crawling towards the door. One f**king day and her 'near perfect' life comes to dust. The person she had loved and hated with same intensity was back.
He was back , Viraj Singh Rathore was back not alone but his four year old angelic daughter too.
"How can a devil have a offspring as beautiful as an angel?" She muttered to herself.
"Who? Devil ? What are you talking Miss Nisha" Kabir said tapping Nisha on her shoulders and thus breaking the trance.
" Nothing" Nisha uttered and knocked the door.
"Surely you are upto something! We can talk about it Nisha " Kabir was really concerned for his best friend /Living girlfriend.
Nisha was about to answer back but was stopped by the opening of door and a sleepy voice
"Abae Nishu! Good morning" .
"Shut up Saurav! Its nearly 4pm" Nisha smacked Saurav ,. Saurav who was just in his red and black vest and pj hugged Nisha like a five year kid.
"Pops! I too" Saurav laughed
"Yes! Shaumik you can get hugs from Kabir Uncle! Nisha is all for ur dad today" Kirti ruffled that five years old Guy's hair.
"Mumma! No playing with my hairs" Shaumik said and jumped on Kabir.
Nisha went to hug Kirti after Saurav.
"Congratulations" Nisha was hugging Kirti out of her life.
"Kirti b'ful u just broke my heart! Anyways congos for second baby! " Kabir said kissing Kirti's hands and clenching Shaumik.
"U cant flirt with my wifey Kabir! Not in front of my eyes " Saurav said.
"How blah Saurav" Kirti rolled her eyes and kissed him.
All three laughed while Shaumik played in Kabir 's Galaxy.
Nisha seemed a little too lost amongst them.
Her smile didnt reach her eyes.
"Nishu! Are you ok?" Saurav said sitting next to her. Best friend dont see the smile on your lips rather they read the emotions in your eyes.
Saurav knew Nisha like his own life.
"He is back" Nisha said taking support on Saurav's shoulder.
" Who?" Saurav said while Kirti too sat by them.
"Viraj Singh Rathore" Nisha breathed heavily and looked at Kabir,who was standing on the door . And looking at her with an expression she couldn't catch.
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At Night
Viraj laid off his apron on the counter.
" Nimrit are you coming within five mins or should I eat this pasta all alone" he shouted loud enough for Nimrit to hear.
Nimrit with the speed of a jet plane came running downstairs.
" Yeah! Yeah ! Yeah Daddie made pasta" she was doing her happy feet dance.
"what took you so long huh?" Viraj said making her sit on the table.
she wasn't the girl who would silently sit at tables with bib on.
"I was watching 'Arry Potter daddie! " Nimrit said while crossing her legs .
"Wow Arry Potter " Viraj said spluttering like her and brought the pasta.
" What you did at school today?" Viraj said while giving her spoon or else she would had started eating pasta with her hands smearing her frock with red sauce.
"We played at centres" Nimrit said excitedly.
"Wait, what are centers?" Virak asked.
"Centers are the centers, daddie," Nimrit said.
Ah, the annoyances of getting answers from
a four year old.
"What do you do with the centers?"
"It's like you go and you do different things
in the centers. There is blocks center and
pretend house center and sandbox center
and libarry center..."
"Library," Viraj corrected.
"Ok, I understand now. Which one did you
choose?"
"I went and played in the sandbox center.
That's how Raunak became my new best
friend."
"How did you become best friends?" Viraj asked, taking a bite of his pasta. The white sauce and cheese.
"I was playing with the red shovel to dig the
sand and then Raunak wanted to dig a hole
too, so he asked me if I could share the
shovel. He said please, daddie, and I
remember you said that that is polite and
that I should share, so I shared it with him,"
Nimrit rambled. "He told me that I maked a
very nice hole."
"He said you made a very nice hole?" Viraj asked, covertly correcting his daughter's grammar.
"Uh huh, and then we made a very big hole
together using the red shovel and our
hands," Nimrit explained. "It was such a big
hole, daddie, and we started laughing so hard
because the hole was bigger than our
heads!"
Nimrit started laughing as if it were the
funniest thing in the whole entire world.
"Bigger than our heads, daddy!"
Viraj laughed along with her daughter, whose
laugh was infectious.
"I'm glad you had so much fun," Viraj said.
"I did, daddy. Miss Isha is so nice to
me. She said I'm very, very smart and nice."
'Nisha" Viraj tried not to show his surprise that the lady would have a nice thing to say when it comes to him.
"Well, you are
very smart, Nimrit and very nice."
Nimrit smiled and went back to eating the
acquired taste of Pasta
After a few minutes of silence, she looked at
her father with a questioning look. "Daddy,
what's a hottie?"
Viraj choked on the sip of water he was
taking as his daughter asked the offending
question. "What? Where did you hear that
word?"
"Miss Donny said it," Nimrit replied.
Viraj realized that the other teacher must
have been drooling over the businesses
player in front of his Daughter.
How lovely.
"Well, um, a hottie is a person that someone
finds attractive," Viraj explained.
Nimrit stared at her father with a blank gaze.
"What does that mean?"
Viraj rubbed his forehead. "Ok, when you
get older, you're going to start thinking that
boys are handsome..."
"Ew, yuck!" Nimrit grimaced.
Viraj chuckled at his daughter's innocence.
"So, when you think a girl is pretty, you
would call her a hottie, and the same for
when girls think boys are handsome," Viraj
lamely explained.
"Oh," Nimtit said. "I think Miss Misha is
pretty. So, is she a hottie?"
"Nisha" Viraj again said & resisted the urge to laugh. God, how
could he explain this to his daughter without
confessing what he truly thought of the
horrible she-zilla. "You can only think
someone is a hottie when you're a grownup."
Great job, Viraj. Wonderful parenting.
"You're a growmup, daddie" Nimrit said. "Only
growmups can know hotties? Is Miss Ni-sha
one a hottie to you? Is Miss Donny a hottie?"
Viraj wanted to cry. Just curl up in a ball
and cry.
When would the bloody questions
stop? "Miss Nisha and Miss Donny are
teachers and teachers cannot be hotties."
And the bullshit award goes to Viraj Singh Rathore
"Why?" Nimrit asked.
"Because they work with children," Viraj
said.
Where in the hell was he coming up
with these lies?
Nimrit looked confused. Viraj felt confused...
and nauseous... and tired.
"Are you a hottie, daddy?" Nimrit asked.
Viraj nearly laughed, but stopped himself
to prevent hurting his daughter's feelings. "All
Rathore's are hotties, Nim. It's common
knowledge."
"I'm a Rathore! I'm a hottie, too, daddy!"
Nimrit said happily. "And and gampa too!"
This was officially the strangest conversation
Viraj had ever had with another human
being. "Sure, Nim. That's right. Now, I think
it's time for you to pick out your pyjamas
and then get ready for your bath."
Nimrit glumly nodded, knowing that it was
almost bedtime, but her hopes rose almost immediately when she remembered that there was still bath-time and story-time. her
daddy was the best daddy of all!.
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Precap: "I want my daughter back Viraj"- Samarpita
Edited by MyselfMihu - 10 years ago
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