Breaking
out of her trance, Geet looked to see Nihaal standing in front of her, looking
at her questioningly.
"Everything ok Mom?" he asked.
"No…everything most certainly not ok," Geet said with a
sigh.
"You ok Mom?" Nihaal asked, concerned.
"Could you grab my purse baby," Geet said, "It's
there on the bench."
As
Nihaal ran off Geet took Divya by the arm and began pulling her towards the
car.
"No Mommy," Divya complained, "I
wanna see flower."
"No, no flowers for Divya," Geet said as she scooped
her daughter up into her arms.
She
could feel her anger begin to rise after the haze that had covered the incident
dissipated. She was furious to be exact. She had raised her children to be kind
and to share with others. But here she was, with a daughter how had stolen
another child's pacifier and thrown it in the bushes.
"No Mommy. I wanna see flower!" Divya yelled as she
began to squirm and cry in Geet's arms.
Geet,
who was half way to their car by now, stopped mid stride. She pulled Divya to
face her instead of the bushes and flowers.
"No!" she said, louder
than she had intended. "You were a bad girl, no flowers for you."
"Mommy…flower," Divya continued to
cry.
"No, no flower for you and…no hugs from
Daddy today,"
Geet said.
Geet
knew that would catch her daughters attention. As soon as she had said that Divya
couldn't have any hugs from her father, Divya stopped fighting with her and
simply stared at her. Then, a few seconds later, her eyes filled with tears and
Divya began to wail.
"Not a sound out of you," Geet warned. "Not
a sound."
Divya
immediately became quiet though tears still flowed from her eyes.
"What did Divya do Mom?" Nihaal asked.
Looking
down, Geet saw Nihaal waiting with her purse in his hand. She wasn't sure when
she had joined them again.
"Don't ask baby…don't ask," Geet said taking her
purse.
As
they drove home, Geet checked her rearview mirror to check on Divya who had
stopped crying but was clearly upset. Nihaal, who sat in the back with Divya,
tried to cheer up his baby sister by talking to her and playing with her but
nothing worked.
"Daddy," Geet heard Divya say
as she sniffled.
Geet's
hands tightened over the car steering wheel as her heart broke for her
daughter. But she knew she couldn't fall weak. What Divya had done was
inappropriate and there had to be consequences.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Finally,
Maan was home. It had been a horrendous day packed with meetings and conference
calls. Running your own company was a lot of work. So many new projects and a
merger in the works had him working well into the night. However, now that he
was home, everything would wash away. All he needed was a kiss from Geet and a
hug from each of his children and he'd be as good as new.
Maan
entered the house but stopped in his tracks as he smelled baking. Baking,
usually meant that his wife was stressed, upset or both. He drained his mind to
see if maybe he'd done something that he didn't know he had done that had upset
her, but he couldn't think of anything. It wasn't February so he didn't forget Valentine
's Day, her birthday had passed last month and their wedding anniversary was
just before Christmas – so what could it be?
Usually,
when he got home, Maan announced his return with great fervor that had his
family rushing out to greet him. This time he decided not to do that until he
was sure what he was up against. Maan walked silently into the house, gently
putting his keys and phone on the coffee table in the living room. After placing
his filed on the sofa, he quietly made his way towards the kitchen area where
he knew he'd find his family.
On
the table he saw dozens of cookies and cupcakes. So much baking, Maan didn't
know what to make of it. When Geet did bake it was usually a cake, or maybe a
few dozen brownies/cookies, but never so much.
A
movement caught his eyes. Turning he saw his son coming out of the kitchen with
a book in hand. Nihaal took a seat at the table and then began writing
something into the book.
It
was then that Maan breathed a sigh of relief. He now remembered that Geet had
volunteered to bake cookies and cupcakes for Nihaal's back-to-school night the
following day. That explained it all.
"I'm home!" Maan yelled finally
confident that he was safe from his wife's wrath.
"Dad!" Nihaal yelled.
Dropping
the pencil in his hand Nihaal dashed towards Maan with a smile on his face.
Maan enveloped his son into a hug and squeezed him before kissing the top of
his head.
"How as school Champ?" Maan asked.
Before
Nihaal could answer, another little voice broke out among them.
"Daddy!" he heard Divya call.
She
was the apple of his eye and his whole world, not to say that Nihaal and Geet weren't.
However, Maan had a soft spot for his baby girl. Of course, she was Daddy's
Little Girl and had him wrapped around her little finger, but the way that her
life had started off made Maan even more fiercely protective of her.
A
smile spread across his face as he saw her waddle out of kitchen, her arms out
stretched ready to be lifted into the air by him.
"Princess," Maan called back.
Maan
was just about to bend down to catch her when her heard his wife, and she was
not happy.
"Divya!" she yelled as she
came out of the kitchen holding an egg beater, "Stop!"
Divya
stopped.
"What did I tell you earlier?" Geet asked as she
put her hands on her hips, looking sternly at Divya.
"But Mommy…" Divya began.
"What happened?" he asked.
"I said no hugs or kisses from Daddy
tonight,"
Geet said.
Maan
was shocked at what Geet had said. She herself knew how close Maan was to Divya,
just as she was closer to Nihaal. He couldn't figure out why Geet would do
something like that.
"What
did she do?"
Maan asked.
He
looked at Nihaal, who stood off to the side smiling and fighting a laugh.
"She
was a bad girl today," Geet said, "So her punishment is no hugs or
kisses from you. And you Mr. Maan Singh Khurana…"
Maan
took a step back when Geet pointed the egg beater towards him threateningly.
"If
you want a good night's sleep and spare your back I say you comply with the situation
or else you'll be sleeping on the couch," she said.
"But
Geet…"
he began.
"No
buts Maan…not this time…you should have seen what she did," Geet said
exasperated.
"What
did you do Princess?" Maan asked looking at his daughter who
stood in between him and Geet.
"Daddy…" she said.
He
saw Divya take a few steps towards him slowly, while keeping her eyes on her
mother.
"Divya
Singh Khurana dare you take another step," Geet warned in a
menacing voice.
Divya
looked from Maan to Geet, then back to Maan again. Then, she ran towards him as
if her life depended on it. Maan, who knew what he did next could literally
make or break his back, did exactly what Geet had asked him not to do. Bending
down he took his daughter, who was crying by now, into his arms.
"Maan!"
Geet
shouted, unhappy.
Maan
Singh Khurana was a strong and powerful person but one single tear from his
daughter and he'd sell his right arm to make her smile again. He could do
nothing but shrug his shoulder as Geet rolled her eyes.
"Hey!" he heard Nihaal
call.
Turning
to his son, Maan saw anger and hurt written all over his face.
"That's
not fair Dad,"
Nihaal complained. "Every time Mom punishes me you always do what she says…how come you
didn't do that for Divya? How come she gets away with it?"
"Champ,
she's a baby…"
Maan began.
"Oh
she's no baby,"
Geet said, her voice clearly laced with anger. "She proved that today."
"You
love Divya more than you love me!" Nihaal yelled.
Maan
saw tears in his eyes as he turned and raced up the stairs.
"Wait…Nihaal," Maan called but it
was too late.
A
few seconds later, they head the slight slam from Nihaal's bedroom door.
With
Divya in his arms, crying away, he turned to Geet who stared at him with her
death eyes. The anger quickly left her face and was replaced by a slight smirk.
Walking up to him she kissed him on the cheek.
"Welcome
home,"
she teased before going off to the kitchen again.
Maan
stroked hi daughters back to calm her as he tried to think of a plan to get his
wife and son back on his good side.
Fifteen
minutes later, after having changed and putting Divya in the play room, Maan
headed to the kitchen where he saw Geet was still baking.
"Hi
Mishti,"
he said as he wrapped his arms round her midsection from behind.
She
shrugged him off as she walked away. "Don't 'hi Mishti' me," she said.
"Come
on, what happened? Why are you punishing my sweet little Princess?" Maan asked.
"You
'Princess' had a complete diva moment today," Geet said.
As
Maan listened to what happened, he burst out into laughter. He could just
picture Divya running with the pacifier and throwing it way, only to scold the
other child. He was so disappointed for having missed that. Where was a video
camera when you needed one.
"Don't
laugh Maan,"
Geet said, "It was so embarrassing. Your daughter is a bully!"
"Mishty
come on…"
Maan began.
"You
have no idea what it was like. On one hand there was poor Clara who was crying
for her pacifier and then on the other hand I had Beth and all the other moms
looking at me and my spawn of Satan child!"
"It
couldn't have been that bad," Maan said.
"Not
that bad, are you kidding me…it was horrible. I've never been so embarrassed!" Geet yelled.
"How
embarrassing could it have been? She's a child," Maan said.
"You
don't know…you weren't there…What are we going to do with her?" Geet asked.
Maan
took a cookie and was about to bite into it when Geet took it back from him and
smacked his hand.
"I'll
talk to her before dinner," Maan said. "But now…what do I do about
Nihaal?"
"That
Mr. Khurana, you have to figure out…I'm not getting in between father-son
matters," she
teased. "Just like you shouldn't get between mother-daughter matters!"
Maan
knew that for him staying quiet was the best thing he could do. There was no
reasoning with Geet when she was upset.
Thinking
along the way, Maan headed up to Nihaal's room to see if he could smooth things
over with him. Entering he saw his son sprawled on his bed reading a book. Maan
felt his heart swell with pride as he watched his son. Nihaal was an
exceptionally smart child and Maan knew that he would do right by the Khurana
name and make everyone proud of him. Maan had high hopes for his mild mannered,
intelligent and loving son. Maan thought back to how he was when he was Nihaal's
age and a frown came on his face. Maan had been nothing like Nihaal; in fact he'd
been the opposite. He was the kind of kind that bullied and teased kids like
Nihaal. If anyone tried to so much as talk down to his son Maan would ruin
them. Pushing all thoughts of the possibility of Nihaal being bullied he
entered the room.
"Hey
Champ,"
Maan called.
Nihaal
looked at him, with a sad face, "Hey Dad."
A
few minutes later, Maan walked out with Nihaal smiling and high fiving as they
headed down for dinner. Coming to the dining room they saw Geet setting up the
table.
"Why
don't you go help Mom," Maan said. "I'll go talk to little miss
pacifier stealer."
Nihaal
chuckled but then said, "I know what Divya did was wrong, but go easy
on her Dad…she's so little, she doesn't know what she's doing."
Maan
couldn't help but smile with pride. He was truly blessed to have such an
amazing son. Nihaal looked after Divya like most older brothers would. It gave
Maan a sense of peace knowing that if anything happened to him the future,
there would always be a man of the house who could handle everything. It also
gave him immense pleasure knowing that he had back up for the days when Divya
would start to get interested in boys. Between him and Nihaal, they could
easily kill and get rid of any sleazy boy who dared to even look at his
Princess.
"Divya," he called as he
entered the play room. "I want to talk to you."
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