Chapter 3:
Six months..... six months have passed since her sister's death and still no normality has reached her family. Her mother remains in her shell, barely acknowledging the presence of another around, Rano has increased her sentences, often speaking to her with small words of comfort, but she still seems lost most of the time. And her father walks around with lines permanently etched on his forehead, barely having enough rest in him.
And she? Well she too is suffering in her seperate way. She is no different from her now estranged family. She speaks when she must, appears when she has to, otherwise remains mostly alone to herself with the baby as her only company.
She releases a sigh as she twists the top onto the bottle after having checked the milk is mildly warm. Yash was now no longer just her late sister's son and her nephew, but a son to her as well, her resonsibility, her life. How has he grown during these past months and instilled his place into her heart. Her whole world now revolved around him, her thoughts on him, her sanity due to him.
Otherwise who knows what would have become of her without Yash as her support and stability---to keep her going throughout the day. He is the apple of her eye.
For six months she has behaved no less than a mother to him; feeding him, bathing him, cleaning him, lulling him, playing with him, nurturing him, but most importantly loving him with every being inside of her. She has done what every other mother would do with their child. But still she knows her status of being only his maternal aunt. She of course cannot take the place of Ananya in his life. That place is too sacred, too special, and impossible for her to take. Ananya will always be his mother no matter how much motherly love she spoils him with. Her place in his life is untouchable. But she can try to the best of her capabilities that he does not feel the absence of a mother in his life be it if she is only his mausi.
Bani enters into her room to find her sister holding a gurgling Yash in her arms and pinching his cheeks fondly. She smiles faintly at the sight. Rano always made sure to spend time with their nephew, spoiling him and playing with him endlessly---making herself active in his life as much as possible. But it was Bani in the end who took up the role of raising him effortlessly and naturally. Rano remained as a playmate and helped out time to time. Nishikant too attempts to connect with his grandson, making sure to spend at least an hour a day with his late daughter's son. His grandmother though did nothing but admire him silently time to time only to slip back into her cacoon and distance herself away.....
"Di, dekho na.... humara bhanja kitana badmash hogaya hai...." Rano comments in between soft giggles while wrestling with his active hands. Bani joins them on the bed.
Bani: Hmm.... our Yash has a lot of energy in him. It is hard to keep him in control nowadays.... Here, hand him to me, let me feed him....
Rano places Yash into her lap and Bani extends the bottle to his mouth, which he eagerly sucks on whilst snuggling against his favorite aunt.... Bani gives him a sound kiss and a pat on the head.
Bani: My good boy....
Rano: Aacha Di, main chalta hoon... Do not want to be late for my exams....
Bani: Oh hain.... Good luck. Make sure you pass with flying colors. And take Mama and Papa's blessings before you go. Let me know
how they go. (softly smiling)
Rano: Thanks Di, will do.
Bani watches Rano leave go after giving a farewell kiss to Yash. She silently prays that Rano manages to concentrate well and pass her exams, hoping that the family stress doesn't distract her....
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He informs his driver to take the next turn, briefly stating a different route that would take him to his destination faster. He feels the car smoothly make the turn and switches his gaze back out of the window, stained with rolling droplets of water from the graying of the weather brewing outside. He slumps his shoulders against the back of the car seats and drums his fingers against the arm rest, finding that he cannot sit absolutely still. He shifts a little in his seat.
The past six months went by like a blur to him. He could hardly remember how he spent all those months, those weeks, those days. He was not in an appropriate sense to take in anything that was happening around him. His mind was blank, his body numb, and his heart cold. He ran from one place to another, keeping himself on his feet, drowning himself in work with thoughts of making the pain go away... In the end he learned it only worsened it. Nothing could keep the pain away, not when the wound is so fresh, not when it feels that it was just yesterday that he lost her...
After having returned from another conference in London, he fled to the sanctuary of his room, wanting and expecting to be left alone which had been respected for months since the incident, but only to have his mother cut short into his brooding self-misery. She was clearly worried, expressing her woo of hating to see him in the state he was, feeling that she hasn't just lost her daughter-in-law but her son as well. She disrupted his hectic scheduling, coaxing him to slow down, putting a halt to his going aways and keeping him right in place. His working schedule came to a slow and he hardly worked. During that time, during his time of loneliness with nothing to do, he was only left to face the harsh reality that he was trying to run away from to begin with.
But he has learned to cope with the loneliness now apart of his life, having accepted his fate. Ananya was a beautiful dream, but a dream is a dream, it does not last for too long.
On reaching this acceptance, he knew that he had to take up neglected responsibilities he ran from and bring some sort of stability back into his life. He didn't like this feeling of having no control, it made him feel lost and weak. And the first thing he knew was that he needed his son back, the only existing part of his late wife left in this world.... his and her's remaining symbol of their love..... Yes, he needs him and he is going to take him back....
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Bani felt stuffy remaining in the house, having the dire need to escape from the emptiness and silence surrounding her home. And she had an inkling that Yash felt the same with all his fussing around. Hence she grabbed his stroller, strapped him in securely and paid a visit to the nearby park, wanting some air for both herself and her nephew. She sits down onto the wooden bench and puts on the brake onto the stroller so Yash does not roll off. She places him before her and enjoys the gentle breeze of the winds, the rustling of the trees, the shining sun radiating on her, and the mirth laughter of children running about.
It was nice to finally be outside the house, to be alone without any tension surrounding her everywhere she went. It's a nice change from the dark atmosphere that has engulfed her home, making it not a home but just a lone house. Six long months and the pain is still rare, still fresh. Will the pain ever go away? ---- Perhaps not, it will never completely go away. Ananya's absence will continue to haunt them.... The lacking of a daughter, sister, mother, and wife in all their lives......
She watches Yash's bright eyes taking in his surroundings, seeming amazed by all the other little children running in circles, screaming on top of their lungs, swinging high into the air, and sliding down into heaps of dirty molch. She smiles softly at his intrigued expression. This is what he needs. He needs warmth and a mirthful atmosphere around him at all times. She can't let him be trapped in the four walls of the bedroom any longer, having nothing to do but be surrounded by agony and sorrow.
Her smile grows as she unbuckles him from the stroller and lowers him onto the ground, holding onto his outstretched hands which grip onto her forefingers tightly. With her help he takes his small baby steps around the playground and looks excitedly at the energy bursting within it. He makes gurgling sounds, indicating his happiness, and Bani finds herself smiling delightfully after a long time---satisfied to know that she has made him happy.....
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As Bani walked back to her home whilst pushing Yash's stroller, she could already feel the emptiness creep inside of her. Her home was a horrible reminder of Ananya's death. It refused to let her forget. She checks her watch, seeing that it will soon be evening, after noting dusk beginning to settle in the sky. Her steps become slow, feeling no need to rush back into the darkness that has consumed the house and the members inside of it.
She sees the view of her house become clear with every step she takes and feels her insides begin to sink. Even Yash was settling down, not babbling his cute little noises and baby talk which had been doing minutes before gleefully.
The presence of a black Mercedes parked alongside the side of her house captures her instant attention and puzzles her. She muses over who could possibly be visiting them now. The initial months after the funeral they were paid a lot of visits from friends and family, passing on their condolences. But they would never be able to understand the loss that haunts them every single day of their lives until they experience it themselves.
It isn't till Bani approaches near her driveway, passing directly by the parked car, that realization strikes her and she knows who the vehicle belongs to. Abruptly she stops in her tracks, stunned beyond words, before hurriedly pushing the stroller towards the porch and entering the house with hurried footsteps. She breathlessly barges into the living room, where she finds her parents and sister standing with uneasy expressions and the back of a tall figure, dressed in his regular black attire, standing before the burning fireplace with his hands folded behind his back. Hearing her approaching footsteps, they all turn around, including him. But Bani's eyes were resting on only one person, who meets her stunned gaze with a set determination in his own that she has never seen there before. They had always been friendly and warm, but today they were dark and ice cold---devoid of any emotion.
Bani: ...... Aa-aap?
She manages to stutter, breaking the silence that builds between them. His hard gaze switches from her and to the child, held protectively in her arms. He slowly comes forward, his omnious footsteps echoing throughout the quiet house, till he comes to a halt before her. She shrinks from his gallant height towering over her. His eyes carefully examine the boy, who looks back to his estranged father with quiet eyes.
"Naam...." he questions, yet sounding more of an order. She is further stunned by him. Not only has he not taken the time to either look at his child or get to know him, he does not even know his own name. Her own eyes turn hard as she replies to him teresly seconds later. "Yash...." He takes this in for a couple of seconds before extending his hand forward and placing it onto little Yash's head, who
immediately turns his face away into the crook of Bani's neck.
Nishikant: Bani, beta..... Jai, er, has come to take Yash with him.....
Nishikant speaks softly, yet cautiously---not knowing how his daughter will take this news. Bani whirls her head from her father and back over to a grim Jai Walia, still keeping his eyes settled onto his non-cooperating son. She feels her world crashing around her all over again and her heart beats fast while she tries to gather her voice in order to protest. No, he can't take Yash away from her. She
won't let him. Yash needs her. She needs him!
Bani: No....
Jai looks back over to his sister-in-law with question in his dark gray eyes. Her family seem to be surprised by her firm response as well as uncomfortable.
Jai: Excuse me?
Bani: (louder) No, you can't take him.
Nishikant looks back from his daughter and over to his son-in-law, fearing a showdown between the two that will erupt any second. He hastily intervenes before things go out of control.
Nishikant: Bani.... what are you saying? Do not behave like this.... Jai is his father... He has every right.
Jai: Papa....
Nishikant turns to Jai who raises a hand, signaling to him that he will handle this. He immediately quiets down and steps back. Instead of seeming angered or offended in any way by Bani's refusal, Jai Walia seems simply intrigued.
Jai: And why can't I take my son with me?
He demands lowly while piercing his eyes into her own determined ones. She juts out her chin and fiercely replies to him.
Bani: You have been gone for six months after having dumped your son here with us.... and now suddenly you want him back?
Jai: I agree that I have neglected him, which I should not have done.... which is why I have come here after realizing my mistake. I want my son with me and my family at the earliest. He needs to be in his proper home, which is Mumbai. (states firmly)
Bani opens her mouth, ready to counter-attack him. Wanting to question him that how come after so long he has realized his responsibilities as a father? That he realizes he has a son, whom he had abandoned? That he is responsible over another life? Why hasn't he called after all this time to enquire about him? See how he is? Whether he is even alive or dead? Yash's mere existence did not matter to him before, how come it matters now? But before she has this chance, she hears another voice silence her.
"Bani...." She freezes on finally being acknowledged by her mother after so long. She turns to look at her mother, who looks back with a grim on her weary face. "Bus bhi karo... Yash hai Jai ka beta.... aur woh usse lehene aaye hai...," Kiran continues, her soft, yet strong tone demands for obedience. Bani is too speechless to react, overwhelmed by seeing her mother suddenly come out from her shell.
She watches Kiran look to Jai with a calmer look, yet the dullness on her face clearly visible.
Kiran: (proceeding in a low voice) You may take him with you, Jai.... Hume koi aitraaz nahi.... We are glad that Yash will finally be going back to his home....
She says with no emotion attached in her flat voice, yet her eyes remain tinted with overshadowing sadness. Jai nods his head curtly before meeting Bani's watering eyes that look back to him with dread. Wordlessly he takes Yash from her tight arms, breaking her embrace on him, and holds him against his chest. Yash wails in protest as Bani feels she has been snatched of any lasting happiness in her life.
Jai: .... You may come and meet him whenever you wish... You and your family.
His words do not console her. It cannot take away the unbearable pain that is surfacing inside her at that very moment. Her insides scream in protest, wanting to fight with him, wanting to keep him from taking Yash away from her, but she is unable to find her voice to do so.
Nishikant: (unsurely) .... Beta... You have had a long journey.... Come, join us for dinner. In the meanwhile your room will be arranged...
Jai: Nahi Papa... Mujhe aab jhaana hai.... Mera flight hai do ghante mein....
Nishikant: (surprised) Paar... tum to aabhi aaye ho... You do not wish to stay?
Jai: No... Like I said, I want to take Yash back home at the earliest. His family is waiting impatiently for him.... So if you will please have Yash's things packed....
Nishikant: Yes, of course...
Nishikant replies, not daring to go against his son-in-law's wish of leaving immediately. As it is, he feels that he has lost the right to do so. He instead abides by his demands.
Nishikant: Bani, Rano.... Go pack Yash's things quickly.... Your Jiju has a plane to catch....
Rano nods her head obediently and looks over to her sister, who remains unmoved in her spot, her face having grown paler by the second. She hesitantly takes her hand.
Rano: Di...?
Hearing no response by her sister, Rano tugs on the cold hand and leads her away from the living room. Bani keeps her eyes transfixed onto Jai Walia, who watches her leave with his wailing son in his arms.....
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She presses her cheek into the soft material of the blanket and soaks her tears into it in the silence of the night. She can smell the faint scent of Yash lingering and feels her heart burn with craving. It has been six weeks since Jai Walia barged into their home unannounced and left with his son in tow, taking the next earliest flight back to Mumbai. He hadn't even given them a chance to say proper goodbyes to the little boy who had remained with them for six months under their care.... didn't give her the chance to spend her last moments with him to the fullest. She felt a void living inside of her, growing wider and wider by each passing day.
Bani rings up the Walia house regularly, speaking to Yash over the phone to give herself satisfaction on hearing his voice, but it still isn't enough. It isn't enough to make up the fact that he isn't here anymore. That he will not be around to cry for her attention, to giggle and gurgle as much as he wants, to sleep right beside her at night nestled in her arms. He had become into her whole world, the only stable factor in her life to keep her going on. But now he is gone too, leaving her shaken once more. She resumed in going back to the university, having slowly stopped attending after Ananya's death and wrapping herself in taking care of Yash. She hoped that going back to her studies would take her mind off her misery, but she had been wrong.
Her life was no longer the same, no matter how hard she would try to make it normal. Her concentration in studies was not strong as it had been before and she felt even more distant from her friends ever before, never having any new exciting news to share or the bursting energy to go out to places. She is not the same girl that she had been. She does not know who she is anymore.
She realizes now that there is no going back to who she had been in the past. Things have changed too much, she has changed....
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"Jai.... Kya woh tum ho?" he hears a gentle, feminine voice question from a distance in the dim darkness of the house. He closes the front door and steps in with his white coat draped over his arms and briefcase held securely in his hand. He loosens his tie around his neck and runs his hair through his already ruffled hair.
Jai: Ji Ma...
He answers, knowing very well that it is her as she waits for him almost every single night. A light switches on and he sees his mother smiling faintly at him while nearing him. He can see the clear distress these past months have given her by the lines of worry on her once smooth, fair face that had known nothing but to smile.
Krishna: Chalo, teek hai ke tum finally aab aagaye ho... nahi to tumhara koi pata nahi.... (admonishes softly)
He glances down at his silver watch, noting that it is a quarter past one. Jai heaves a sigh before planting a mechanical kiss on her cheek, a tradition he has carried out for many years.
Jai: Kaise ho Ma?
He questions also mechanically, feeling obligated on having to ask his mother this every time. Her small smile turns tensed.
Krishna: Teek hoon beta...
She replies, the same answer she gives to him every night. Krishna takes his belongings and sets them aside before nudging him over to the dining table, informing him that she will serve him his dinner. He feels the need to go to his room and be left alone, hence declines her.
Jai: Nahi Ma.... Aaj mujhe bhook nahi hai.... Sona chaata hoon....
Krishna: Arre, aise kaise sonsakta? Bina kuch khaaye? (worriedly) Tum to doctor ho, you should know better....
Jai: (gives a wry smile) Jaanta hoon.... paar phir bhi.... Sar mein dard hai....isliye sona chaata hoon.... waise, saach mein, bhook nahi hai....
Krishna: ... Main sar ko dabadoon?
Jai: Nahi... I will take medicines, don't worry.
Krishna: Aacha, teek hai... (ends faintly)
He feels relieved on having his mother off his back. He is grateful that she worries for him so much, but at times he wishes to be alone and not be disturbed, and this is one of those times.... Jai is about to climb up the stairs until he stills in his actions and turns back to his mother who has already begun in walking away with a set frown on her face.
Jai: Ma...
Krishna turns back around quickly.
Jai: .... Yash?
She gives a knowing smile. Her son hardly interacts with her grandson due to his hectic scheduling and his awkwardness around the child, having no experience in interacting with one personally. But it is clear that he keeps tabs on him as much as he can, this much is enough to show that he cares nonetheless.
Krishna: Woh sonchuka hai....
Jai: (hesitantly) .... Kaisa hai?
Krishna: (smile disappears) ..... Teek hai.... paar tum to jaante ho.... he is still having problems in becoming familiar here... he does not eat much as well... does not complete his milk.... but he is improving from before.... not throwing fusses or fits as much.
A frown grows on his already grim face as he takes this news in. He muses on how long his son will take to settle and accept his new home and his family. He hardly goes to anyone but Krishna. However, even with her he continues with his small fits. He nods and carries on up the stairs to go to his room. He passes by one room in particular and stands by for a halting moment.
Jai opens the door to the nursery and peers into the darkness of it, settling his eyes onto the crib set up promptly in the center. He can hear the faint breathing coming from the crib after listening in for a few moments before closing the door half-way and proceeding on over to his bedroom...
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"Hello? Bani, kahan kogaye ho tum, huh?" she hears someone's high-pitched voice startle her out of dazed thoughts. Bani regains her orientation and gazes around her, noting that her friends are looking at her with careful eyes, having settled down from their previous ruckus that they usually display at lunch hour. She burns under their curious eyes and faces to look at her friend meekly.
Bani: (murmurs) Kahin nahi....
"Hey, tum teek to hai, haina? These past few weeks I have seen that you are not yourself.... acting very distant.... not even speaking to us properly," her good friend, Pia continues to question worriedly. Bani avoids looking at her other friends, listening in on what she has to say. She is just about to reply until someone else beats her to it.
"Arre Pia, tum bhi na... kitni dense ho.... don't you understand? She has lost her sister... it will take time," Anamika whispers fiercely to her, wanting for her to understand. Bani shrinks in her chair at the approaching topic. It is enough that she gets stares from everyone; she had been hoping that her friends would not discuss this topic with her. She was not ready.
"But it has been more than seven months now...," Pia mildly protests back, only earning herself a hard glare from Anamika. "Kya yaar Pia, so what... like Anamika said, it will take time.... why are you not understanding?" Daksh cuts in, joining Anamika's side. "What kya yaar? Tum dono to aise behave khar rah hai jaise mere paas to koi feeling bhi nahi hai.... hello, maine bhi kissi ko koiya... meri ma, if you don't remember.... but main to aise behave nahi kiya... that too, after so many months.... people die, it is apart of life.... and it is our job to keep on moving...," Pia counter-attacks, defending herself. Others at the table nod their heads in agreement, while few remain silent. Bani sinks lower in her seat, hating that her friends are discussing about her right in front of her, as if she isn't even visible before their eyes. As if she cannot hear a single word coming from their mouths.
"Main kaethi hoon ki kya jaroort thi university ko attend karnliye agar woh aise ghoom soom behave karegi... ghar rehna... humari mood ko kyon karab karna chaati hai..." whispers Meera harshly. Tears fill in Bani's eyes involuntarily. She tries to discreetly wipe them. Is it really her fault? Her fault that she is behaving this way? Her fault that she can't contain the emptiness growing inside of her day by day? Can't find a reason to laugh and smile about? Is it?
"Meera, tum bhi--" Anamaika begins to say, but is cut off by Bani, whose gentle voice catches everyone's attention at the table. "Mujhe bhook nahi hai.... excuse me," she mumbles before leaving her seat and friends behind, walking away quickly---wishing she can escape from the looks and whispers running about her. She grips her book tight against her chest and rests her back against a nearby tree, hiding herself from anyone's view. Silent tears roll down her cheeks which she unsuccessfully stops. Am I so horrible to be around now? Is my state so obvious? Will I ever go back to who I was before?
Minutes later she hears the familiar rush of students passing around, perhaps now leaving to attend their classes and resume back to their rigorous studying. For the first time in her life, she bunks the remainder of university and walks silently back home....
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"Kya hua, Nishikant... Krishna ji neh kya kaha?" Kiran questions faintly after seeing a tensed look form on her husband's already tensed looking face, the lines clearly visible to anyone's eyes. She normally would not ask, too self-absorbed with her own inner-being to pay attention to anything else. But ever since Jai Walia's visit, reality began to sink inside of her... hard. She was suddenly aware of everything around her.
She knew her husband remained tensed all the time, with his family slipping away from one another and the loss of his lovely daughter, whom he spoiled rotten, he could not handle it well despite his best efforts. Especially her non-cooperating behavior has taken a great toll on him. She has failed as a wife these past months, neglecting him and her children due to her personal feeling of loss and grievance of losing a child. She failed to stand beside him in this crucial time. But she wants to be there for him now.
Nishikant looks over to his wife, at first seeming taken aback by her interest in the matter, but quickly recovers. He grimaces at her.
Nishikant: Yash hasn't been keeping well for some time now.... Hasn't been eating or sleeping properly... remains disturbed most of the time... Jai beta said it was simply due to adjustment problems and it would change once he felt settled and familiar to his surroundings.... and he had started to improve after couple of weeks.... but suddenly he has fallen terribly ill....
Kiran: (shocked) ... Kya? Humara Yash....bemar....
Nishikant: Yes. They had admitted him in the hospital this morning... he is under observation. But Jai beta says not to wor--
The sudden slamming of books falling reaches to their ears and both Kiran and Nishikant turn behind them only to see their now oldest daughter, staring back at them with tear-filled eyes and a horrific expression quickly developing on her color drained face....
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"He is fine now. And sleeping as we speak. He is on antibiotics and still under observation. I advise we keep him here over night just in case," the doctors informs a somber appearing Jai, who leans against the wall with folded arms, his coat draped over. From behind him he hears his family members sigh from relief and whisper individual thankful prayers. "Thanks Rohit," he murmurs his gratitude for his good friend's willingness to take the case at such short notice. Rohit Mehra is a certified pediatrician as well as the best they have in the hospital.
Rohit's formal tone changes to a friendlier one as he looks on concerned at his long time friend. Though they are in two different fields, he a pediatrician and Jai a surgeon, they together attained their medical degree and remained in close touch with one another.
Rohit: Jai, you don't have to worry about your son. He is in good hands.
Jai: I know Rohit. After all, you are the best in your field.
Rohit gives a small smile while replying....
Rohit: And you in yours. ..... (continuing in a gentler tone) How are you nowadays?
Jai: .... Just fine.
He responds briefly, showing no indication that he will speak more on the matter. Rohit lets out a light sigh. For months now he has been trying to reach out to his friend during his time of need, but it seems that Dr. Walia is in no mood for anyone's help--mistaking it as simple pity. And he knew for a fact that Jai Walia hated pity of any kind.
Rohit: ... You know, Alisha and I are always willing to have you come over if you want.... it has been so long since you've paid a visit... and I've hardly seen you around anymore.... It would be nice.
For the first time since awhile, Rohit sees him meet him in the eyes directly and slowly cast a genuine smile in his direction, despite the weakness in it.
Jai: .... I'll think about it.
At least it is better than nothing, Rohit muses to himself. Some sign of thawing from his side finally. He, however, cannot blame the state he is in, haggard and completely lost. The once charming, handsome doctor that everyone took an instant liking to has turned into someone else completely. He now avoided any sort of contact if it wasn't absolutely necessary.
Rohit opens his mouth to speak more, liking to see Jai conversing with him after so long and hating to see him so closed up, but is intervened from doing so when a sudden voice springs out from no where, nearly screaming with disbelief.
"Kya hua mera baacha ko, huh?" the voice demands in a trembling tone, sounding on the verge of erupting into sobs any moment. Rohit looks behind his friend's shoulder and sees from the corner of his eye as Jai Walia turns around as well. Jai turns fully in the other direction, in slight bafflement, as his eyes fall on Bani, rushing towards them in quick strides. She approaches his family, staring
into their faces with tears falling fast. Her family members arrive seconds later, following close behind her....
"Kya hua?! Aap logoon ne kya kiya mera baacha ke saath? --- Kahan hai mera Yash?! Aap saab kuch bolte kyon nahi?!" she screams at them in frusturation on seeing their silent faces, seeming taken aback on seeing her and with her family here so abruptly... Quickly guilt appears on all of their faces, knowing very well that they are to blame for not taking enough care of the child. A sob escapes her as she continues to look at them, demandingly with accusing eyes. Nishikant reaches her and holds her back, trying to gather her attention and settle her down.
Nishikant: Bani, sambhalo aapne aap ko.... Kyon chelarahi ho? Yash observation mein hai....
Bani falls into her father's arms, barely able to hold herself up any longer, and breaks into further tears while wailing out her next words...
"Mujhe mera baacha chaaye...." Nishikant engulfs her into his arms while seeming distressed himself. He soothingly pats her back in an effort to calm her down. Her next whimpered words fall to deaf ears as a stumped Jai can only hear the ringing of her previous screams...
"Mera baacha..... Mera baacha... Mera baacha.... " * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Don't worry, the story will progress, I promise. And please do leave comments, otherwise I will think no one is interested in the story. Edited by Indian_Goddess - 16 years ago
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