Another Parud FF - Clear blue skies II (Complete) - Page 10

Originally posted by: pree_28

Why only sketch outline? I am sure with your words you can paint whole scene beautifully😉
Like I said before.. you have way with your words..
Ok now don't throw chappals at me.. but in 20th june epi. "Back" kaha involved thi? 😳😆 (ready to catch chappals).

CHAPTER 56

A teenage boy sat watching Paro pace about the kitchen with her eyes stuck on the clock. There was a pattern, she would clench her fists, sigh softly, then push her bangles back, look at her watch and then fume at the clock. His mother shook her head at him in warning and pointed to his plate. Then Geethanjali crooked her head, "Is something burning?" Paro's eyes turned wide in shock. The Aloo sabzi! She almost cried when she switched of the stove. She had ended up making Rudra's signature dish, burnt potatoes.

"Maybe you should let Damayanti Kakisa make breakfast as usual," Geethanjali suggested. Paro shook her head Vicky looked so scrawny living on hostel food. This was a opportunity for him to make sure he is fed better fare. He rolled his eyes as she buttered his parota. VK Singh smacked the back of his head.

"It's your fault. If Rudra bhaisa was here his breakfast wouldn't be so heavy," he complained. His mother pointed out that if Rudra was in town Paro wouldn't be staying with them. They both teased how the general was the villain her love story. VK Singh got up and looked at his family sternly, "Beta, this is wouldn't seem heavy if you exercised in the morning instead of gaming. And Geethu had volunteered for this mission. I'm sure he is not as possessive of our girl as he was." Paro'slashes dropped as she felt their eyes on her. She remembered what happened what after the reception and turned red. He owned her body and soul.

"Beta, what's your plan for the day?" her uncle asked. She brightened up and told them that her English tutor had offered to give her private lessons. "That's nice of Shantanu. I was worried that he would go back to Delhi after his semester. But he has been kind enough to wait till Paro and the others finish their exams," Geethanjali explained.

"Shantanu, was he the young man at the party wearing a brown suit?" VK Singh enquired. The two ladies nodded. "Do you know him well, Paro? Rudra seemed suspicious of him for some reason," he asked again. His wife replied that they had known him for months now. And his son added that it wasn't suspicion but jealousy that might have affected his officer.

Paro rolled her eyes. Her husband wasn't so bad. "Mamaji, Shantanu is a very capable young man. He studies at the university but teaches in his spare time. He doesn't have a family to support him so depends on such part time jobs," she explained. Then she turned to her little cousin, "Rudra must have been suspicious because Sunheri introduced herself to him while we were talking. He is just protective of her." She didn't add that the young girl found the dimpled young man very charming.

Paro headed upstairs to her room to gather her things. She dialed his number again and frowned when she heard that he was out of coverage area. Why was he always at unreachable places when he travelled? Then she scolded herself for being silly. She sent him a text hoping he will reply soon.

When she came downstairs she found a sulking boy on the couch. She fondly patted his hair before saying bye. Vicky suggested that she stay back home and he would help her. "Vicky, I'm sure you will prefer to stay miles away from your books till next term," Paro cajoled. He didn't reply. All he wanted was his family to be around when he was home rather than rushing about their business. "I promise I will be home as soon as I finish my portions," she assured him. He nodded morosely and asked her to drag his mother back when she returns early.

She was eager to go today her friend would be back from her honeymoon. They were supposed to be gone a week but they were returning early so that Sumer doesn't neglect his growing business. They were supposed to have a party planned for their former tenants. Since Sumer was married now, they had graciously decided to move out giving the newly weds some much privacy. They along with their neighbors had planned to give them a nice farewell dinner.

At the Ranavat haveli, another person was cursing the unreliable telephone network. Reached safely. Two words were all he got since his son had left three days ago. What happened to the daily reminders he used to get? Eat. Medicine. Don't drink. They were just as curt but atleast they meant he was safe and well. Maithili smiled as she brought him tea. He smiled back. He would wait until evening before he bothers Paro. His Rudradev would have spoken to her.

When he woke up from his nap, he saw his granddaughter waiting patiently for him. "Did I sleep for too long?" he asked looking at the clock by his bed. The child and the doll she was holding both nodded vigorously. He held both his ears in apology making her laugh . "Did you finish your milk?" he asked and she glared at him. Her Papo wasn't there so she needn't milk.

"Yes, your Papo not being here affects my lifestyle too. Nobody is there to accompany me when I go for a walk?" he complained to the two year old. She brightened up instantly. "I big now. I take you," she offered. He almost smiled then shook his head. "You didn't finish milk. Your Maasa won't let you come," he pointed out. But the girl had made up her mind. She would finish her milk quickly and then they would go. She held out his crutch and said, "We find Maasa. Ask for tea and milk." Dilsher looked at the photograph of his son by the door. Rudra wasn't the only manipulator in the family.

When the duo reached the aangan, they saw a furious Mohini. "Bhaisa, you will have to be patient. The cows in Chandangard are high on bhaang. Maithili is waiting for milk to arrive from her mother's house.

Minutes later Sunheri came in with the tea tray, "Maithili bhabhisa is talking to Shatabdi bhabhisa. That's why I brought the tea." Mohini gushed over her daughter's thoughtfulness. "I'm sure in my oldage you will provide a meal and a corner to rest my head," she said she sipped her tea. Dilsher joked that there would be an improvement in the weather once she moves out. "Bhaisa, your weather won't change until your son doesn't become more responsible," she replied equibly.

Before she could reply a distracted Maithili walked in with their evening snack. "What did that girl do now?" she scolded. Her son had asked her to make something special for his guests who were dropping by. She was sure that her new Beendini wasn't upto hosting. But the girl had insisted that the two of them could manage. Her laadla who should be waited on hand and foot was cleaning their home. Couldn't her father send his servants to help out?

"Is Paro alright?" Dilsher'so voice boomed over her thoughts. "Maybe we should bring her home?" his brother suggested. She reminded them that only when Rudra is away she gets to stay over at her aunt's house. "Yes, bhabhisa was so excited about Vicky's visit," Sunheri prompted. Dilsher shook his head his child had fainted at work. She needed to be home where he could take care of her. "Bhaisa, calm down. I'm sure that they would have gone to the doctor. If it was something to worry about, they would have called by now," she reasoned.

Dilsher wasn't convinced. He dug his phone out of his pocket. He stopped when saw the screen saver, a picture of Rudra being decorated. He owed it to his son. He scrolled to the general's number when the phone was grabbed from his hand. "Duakumari can't do anything right when her Rudra isn't around. She hardly eats and almost never sleeps. I will be surprised if she doesn't faint," Mohini shouted at him.

"I'll talk to her Maasa," spoke the gentle Maithili. Her mother-in-law was probably right. Her little sister simply couldn't function when her Devarsa wasn't around. And if her guess is right, he was a mess too.

That night Paro couldn't sleep. The doctor had told her that she needed to take better care of herself. But how could she sleep when a big part of her was miles away? She got up. Her phone beeped. A million stars in light up the sky but all I want is to look at the sparkle in your eyes. She felt a blush creep up her cheeks. He must be restless too. She called him back.

"Sorry," came a husky whisper. She shook her head. She knew he had texted get the first chance he got. He must have been busy all day. "Why aren't you sleeping? You must be tired," she scolded gently. She imagined his gay face as he laughed, his hands clutching his stomach. He reminded her of the pot calling the kettle black. "Are you enjoying your time with your cousin?" he asked. And she launched into her experiences these past four days.

He felt the guilt creep in when she asked why he hadn't called her. When he had time to talk, he didn't have network and when he had network he was completely tied up. "So are you done or should I keep counting the stars all by myself?" she asked impatiently. He looked at the Pole star, his personal favorite shining high in the night sky. "Can you see Dhruv Tara from your window? I will follow it and come home to you soon," he suggested. It won't be the star that draws him home this time, she thought to herself smiling.

"Stop smiling and tell me what I will get if I come back early," he asked. She bit her lip to hold on to her secret. This sort of thing was better in person. "Parooo, do you have a surprise planned for me?" he proded. Her hand went to her flat belly as she looked at the sky. Dhruv and Tara. They were nice names for the life growing inside her.

He pulled off the phone and looked hard at the screen. Had he lost signal again? Then he noticed time, 1:03 am. She would be fast asleep wrapped in his arms usually. "Paro, did you doze off?" he asked gently. "I'm here," she replied snapping out of her thoughts. "Just come home Rudra," she cooed over the phone. He wished her good night and stared at the lock screen.

His wife had a secret. For the first time since he met her, she was distracted when she spoke to him. Was she troubled and anxious about something? Her plans as far as he knew included spending time with her cousin and catching up with her studies. Vicky was a nice kid taking after his mother's sweet disposition. He was very capable of mischief but nothing that his wife couldn't handle. Her studies had been derailed due to the constant drama at the Ranavat haveli. This was her chance to focus away from their insanity. He poured himself a drink.

He remembered the man in the brown suit, her tutor. "Who is bhabhisa's friend, the one with the cute dimple?" Sunheri had asked at the party. Shatabdi had replied that he was the English tutor who was helping them out in the NGO where Paro worked. Then she saw his face and told him to wipe of the jealousy of his face. He wasn't jealous. He took another swing. So what if the guy had dimples, his wife wouldn't even notice it. She prefered moustached men. No little boys like whats-his-name. That oaf wasn't even steady on his feet with the constant shuffling og his limbs.

The women at the party the had declared him the most eligible bachelor in town. And the idiot had spent maximum time with his wife rather than all the single women who were trying to get his attention. He was too busy hanging on every pretty word and bubbling laugh that left her lips. His wife was too innocent to notice but the man was throughly fascinated with her. Private lessons. The words raked his soul. He was upto no good and was getting too much access to her.

He slammed the glass on the desk and grabbed his phone. He scrolled down to her name. Shatabdi. He paused. He couldn't call her it was too late. He scrolled down further. Sumer. He lightly pressed the call button. The phone rang. His cousin didn't answer. He tried again and again. And again.

"Shatabdi!" he shouted rubbing his red cheeks. His wife told him if he doesn't stop the phone from ringing she will slap him harder. He looked at the screen. 17 missed calls. "Oops!" he fumbled as the device rang again. "Rudra? Is everything alright? Why are you calling this late?" he asked as his wife switched on the night light abandoning sleep. "The moon crashed into the ocean and needs to be put up," came the reply. Sumer yawned and replied that the coast guard would be of more use than him. "Sumer!" came a growl followed by a few choice words. "What's going on at home? Why are you asking me? I just got back from my honeymoon. Wait Shatabdi must have met her, ask her," he said.

Rudra felt awkward at this unexpected turn of events. It was rude to disturb his sister-in-law at this hour. Even his former friendship didn't allow him such liberties. "What?" came a curt voice dispelling all his guilt. She should have known unless his situation was dire he wouldn't call. There was no need to be rude. "What's going on with Paro?" he ask in the same tone.

"If your wife doesn't want to tell you, I won't either," she said and slammed the phone. Sumer's jaw dropped. His wife had just invited Rudradev's tandav. What was she thinking? His cousin could turn psycho when it came to Paro or anything about her. And his wife was keeping information from him. He was going to murder them.

Shatabdi crossed her arms across her chest as her husband ranted. She knew what her friend wanted. And she would make sure that nobody denies her the pleasure of telling the father of her baby directly. She would keep this secret from all the Ranavats until Paro tells them.

Originally posted by: Shafoo

that is amazingg

Originally posted by: Cutemithra

Hey rithu.. Summer is killing me too. I am scared to think how it will be in May..

Now, coming to the chapter.. Separation is making them desperate right? And Paro is pregnant...yayy.. Can't wait for Rudra to know the news. And Rudra has started back home.. Great. I will wait patiently for the next update, but tell me you will include a separate part for shantanu to get thrashed by Rudra..