Mrs RKB (slow updates)[Part 4|Pg 3|March 25] - Page 2

Raman looked down when Roy said sorry in his behalf. "Maaf kijiyega. Aage se aesa nahi hoga." Roy said joining his hand. "Are agar bache sararat nahi karenge tho kon karega?" Vikram said holdig his hand.

Ishita looked at Raman face cutely when they sat to hear story from the old man like every weekends. "Thank you, Raman." she cutely said "Aapne hamare liye kheer curayi bhi aur daat bhi khayi." And she pecked his cheeks. Ishita focused to the story but Raman mind was fully into that one kiss, well their first kiss. "Maaf karna kakusa agar inko khusi melegi tho ham kuch bhi karenge, chori hi sahi." Rama muttered.

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"Wo so rahe hai." Roy softly said in phone as both mother asked about their son. "Hamari lorry ke bager." both asked with sadness clear in their sound. "Sayad aaj 9 saal mei peheli baar Raman lorry ke bina soya. Tum hara beta bada ho raha hai Laxmi" Roy heard King's voice in background. "Rakhtehai." Roy said before ending the call and also left after adjusting the cover over two kids sleeping like one.

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"Aapko English kese aati hai?" Roy asked to Vikram. "Wo ..." he sighed "Haam raj pujari ke bete hai. Hum Neelam se pyar karte the. Jab wo nahi mane tho hum baag aaye. Aur yahi ghar basaliya ." Vikram said revealing his secret. Roy was right. Northern area from palace is really underdeveloped, so seeing someone speaking English is never common. But every Queen is said to be from northern area not a migrated one but native. And it kept nagging him.

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"Hum khele jaarahe hai." Ishita ran from home pulling Rama with her. "Humhe khelna nahi aata."Raman said looking kids running here and there. "Hawww. Aapko hide-and-seek bhi khelna nahi aata?" she asked little dramatically with hands in her hips. He shook his head really not knowing how to react. He had always spend his time learning new steps to tackle the problem. He wont deny, he enjoyed it. But standing like a stupid in-front of the only person he wants to impress, he wished he could go back and learn. "Are issme sharmaneki kya baat hai? Hum sikha denge. Par aabhi humhe chupna hai." she said pulling him down in the grass with her. Raman jumped feeling itchiness in his body. Seeing the rashes in his body, Ishita just ran to call her mother.

Neelam softly rubbed coconut oil in his body, laying Raman in the bed. "Aapko kuch samaye mei aaram milega. Ye rashes un gasso ki waja se huwa hai. Aap aaram kijiye." Neelam said and left placing a soft kiss in his forehead and asking Ishita to keep quite. "Hamhe sachhi nahi pata tha ki un grass ki wajah se aapko rashes honge, sorry." she said in a cracking voice. "Aap roya mat kariye. Its fine." he said softly. Ishita softly blow air in his rashes till sleep took over her. Raman kissed her forhead and moved out in the cold night.

Roy hurried to stop Raman from punching the tree. "Kya kar rahe hai?" he asked stricly. "Humse ye hani hoga kakusa. Ham kese iss hasta khelta gauko aag lagayenge, kese jalade hamhari chot me malam lagane wali maa ko?" Raman asked with eyes full of tears. "Agar koi Raja ko unki Rani chod ke maike aagayi tho hum puri Raniwo ke maika jala de. Ye kesa neeyam hua?" Raman shouted. "KUWARSA. Aapko ek baar laga ki wo aapse dur ja rahi hai aur aap pagalyo ki tara chil late rahe itna ki pura gau iikatta huwa uss janwar ko marne. Aapko kesni hakk diya unko judge karne ka?" Roy shouted back. He adored the prince no doubt but he respected his ancestor too. "Maafi." Raman softly said realizing his mistake. He can never forget how he felt when he had saw her tear. He felt like she is rejecting him. That sweetness in seeing her had turned in pain. Like someone was poking him with thousand of needle same time but her one hug and all the pain desaapeared. Sach; uunko koi hak nahi hai kisiko judge karne ka. "Everything happens for reason." Roy muttered dropping the sleepy lad in the bed with Ishita. "It does. Par kya aap ye sach apna payengi ki, you are one of the reason for those death?" Raman softly asked with his sleeping beauty. She turned other side showing her disapproval eventhough she didnt hear it.

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