FanFic'The Lost Love' #24: 67pg completed - Page 14

😭 😭 😭 she needs to STOP overreacting!!!

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aww..I'm falling in love with Nikhli 😛 😛 !! Please continue soon!!

aww..I'm falling in love with Nikhli 😛 😛 !! Please continue soon!!

its soo cute ...... i hope prem hurts his hand nd muktis goes to help him 😆

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Sorry guys again I was late.. thanks for the encouraging comments

The Story So far
Prem is fascinated by the connection between mukti and Nikhil. While mukt slept prem had taken Nikhil shopping and she gets angry when she hears her son calling him basanti. Then to make matters worse Prem had taken Nikhil to a single parents' picnic to use nikhil's cutness factor to get some telephone numbers from the single moms. Mukti tells him off. He gets angry and leaves from the room. Then Mukti heard a large banging noise, which only meant that Prem had hurt something or he had got hurt in the process of letting out his frustration.


Chapter 12
"Mommy I'm hungry," said Nikhil as he sat on the ground and started to play with his new toys.
"I'll make something in a minute beta," answered Mukti and she started to gather the clothes on the bed. Her eyes lied still on Prem's clothes, mulling over the argument they had few seconds ago.
"Why was I so angry at him, it wasn't that bad… but who is he to teach Nikhil anything… who is he to make Nikhil call him "Dad"?.. It could mess with his mind.. I.. I ha…hate him.. Why does he have to get along so well with Nikhil… ok fine he got us here.. he is trying to help.. but.. What is he trying to prove… what happens if Nikhil gets too attached to him, doesn't he understand that? But is it that bad Nikhil getting attached to him... he might not be an ideal role mod l ughh but…. I ha…hate him… I he...hate him for making me confuse so much…. I ha…hate him"she thought as she took his new cloths in to her hand. It was distressing her immensely since even in her mind, she couldn't say the word "hate" right.
Hence, she wanted to say it aloud for she thought hearing her own voice speaking out would make it more factual.
"I ha…hate him," She voiced out..
"Mommy... you sa-id something?" Nikhil asked looking up at his mother.
"ehh.. no.. I'll go and fix you dinner.. " said mukti putting all the cloths on a chair.
"Mommy Mi-th-ter prem said we are going to Disney land to-morrow ... so I wan-th to... eat and sleep fast.. And wake up early…" said Nikhil wanting his mother to make his dinner quickly.
"Ok... ok... I will go and check in the kitchen".

The kitchen was petite but it had all the necessity items placed in a very effective manner. The cupboards and the floor was a glossy grey. Mukti stepped in the kitchen at first not knowing what she was going to cook or even if there was anything to cook.

She opened up the refrigerator and searched the cupboards, then smiled seeing that everything that she needed was already there.

She took out the ingredients she needed and started to cut and slice.

Prem then walked in to the kitchen in a hurry, holding his right hand, with his face slightly showing a sharp pain. Then, he saw Mukti and he prevented himself from walking in any further. Mukti glanced up at him.
His stare was powerful as ever but, he seemed restless. She saw his hand gone red and bruised.
"What happened?" She asked considerately though, halfway she remembered the sound she heard after he left the room.
"Nothing" Prem answered and walked in ignoring her.
He began to search the cupboards.
Mukti was worried; she then asked putting the knife back on the table,
"What are you looking for?"
"Nothing" He again answered.
"Prem?" Mukti again asked.
"Nothing.. I told you nothing…" Prem answered irritably and went about opening all the drawers to no avail.
"What are you looking for Prem?" she repeated.
Prem turned to her and since it seemed that she wasn't going to stop her questioning, he answered.
"Basanti … I'm looking for a plaster ... or a bandage... I saw one somewhere…"
"Wait... I think I saw one in here" she opened a cupboard, which had some medical supplies in it. She took the scissor, a roll of bandage, with some kind of ointment and handed it to Prem tentatively.
A grin livened up his face seeing Mukti's nervous hand, stretching out to give him the bandages. He took them and turned to the other side. He put the scissor on the kitchen island and started to wrap the bandage. His left hand wasn't as well trained as his right so he couldn't put it on properly.
"Well let me help," said Mukti. She took off the bandage that Prem had spun around his hand. Then she took the ointment and spread it in his hand gently. She could feel him squirming at her touch, whether it was the stinging pain in his hand or the cold cream or was it her touch that made Prem feel as so, neither couldn't tell. However, both of them were feeling uneasy of their proximity.

Inevitably, Prem gazed in to Mukti's dark brownish eyes. They held every kind of brown conceivable. The lighting could never be too dark to see the intensity and the depth in her eyes for they always had a glow calmer and brilliant than any light source.

Mukti was capturing the essence in his eyes in to her psyche as well. His eyes were innocently pleading for something every time she looked in to them.

She had slowed down the applying of the balm, for she had for gotten all about it, and he had forgotten all about it. His hand slid away from her for a second only so that he could hold hers properly. So now it was her chance to, faintly writhe at his touch.

She started to feel uncomfortable, so she attempted to take her hand away. Then Prem held both her hands with his hands. He pulled her closer to him. Subsequently, while he firmly gripped her hands with his left hand, he studied her face running his right hand along the side of her face stopping at her neck. She felt her knees weakening, eyes beginning to close. He lightly grinned at the influence he had on her. Then he moved in to do something he dreaded but had been involuntarily envisioning and had been trying to stop envisioning for more than five years.

Even before he reached her he could feel her soft lips, and she could feel his.

"Mommy!!... I'm hungry… " Nikhil came running in and squeezed through the very small space left between them and separated them.
Both of them sighed in relief as if Nikhil had stopped a catastrophe that was about to happen. However, the end of the sigh was so dragged out that any one could see even if the catastrophe did take place it would have been a very much a welcomed one.

Mukti then, quickly this time, put the bandage on Prem and went on to cook her son dinner. Prem went to his room shaking his head disappointed in him self for what he was about to do or disappointed at what he could not do.

Next morning Nikhil was already up; ready to go to Disney land.
Prem was looking for his cane everywhere.
"Mi-th-ter Prem are you looking for your stick?" asked Nikhil nervously, his hands hidden behind him
"Ha Bunty did you see it?" Prem asked.
"Eh.. I was trying to..ehh" Nikhil brought his hands forward showing a broken cane.
"what.. what did you do" Prem grabbed the broken stick from his hand
"I was trying to play and.. and I.. I… fell and it.. it …broke" Nikhil said fluttering his eye lids trying to use his cuteness factor to plead innocent. It did work to some point for Prem if it was someone else who would have lashed out badly, just walked away throwing his broken cane on to a chair.

Disney land was spectacular or may be even more so than Mukti and Nikhil had imagined. Nikhil was in awe of every ride and every small thing he saw. His favorites were the Dumbo the flying elephant and the Jungle cruise. He loved it when the Peter pan cast members came and gave him a hug, especially Tinkerbelle who he always thought looked like his mom. Captain Hook did remind Nikhil of his new best friend "Mr.Prem", when he first met him; his long ring had always reminded him of The Evil Captain's "hook", but now Nikhil thought "Mr. Prem" looked exactly like his favorite character of all time "Peter pan".

Then the three of them went to the haunted mansion. They got scared together screamed together and laughed together. Then a misty cloud came along and Mukti found her self lost in the mansion.
Prem and Nikhil were nowhere to be found, they had disappeared with all the other visitors. She was worried about her son, so she called for him and walked forward hoping to find him or prem.

But she found no one. Minutes past by and she found no one.

She then unknowingly had walked in to a room filled with mirrors; most of them were old and had fake spider webs in them. Even all the walls were made with mirrors.

When she had come to the middle of the mirrored room, her reflection was now in everywhere. She became bewildered, trying to find her son and trying to find an exit. She spun around but she couldn't see a door. She was ready to scream.

But then, exactly then, Prem's image appeared in the mirrors.
She was glad, ecstatic even to see Prem. She ran to him but it wasn't him it was a mirror, He then laughed like a ghost who had just seen its latest victim.
"What are you laughing at?" asked Mukti crossly looking at a mirror for she didn't know who was the real Prem.
"I don't know really.. may be because it is one of those rare times I have seen you so scared or may be because I just felt you were glad to see me Basanti.. like you saw your knight in shining armor" Prem laughed so loud that mukti thought the mirrors are going to crack.
"Oh shut up Yudi.. and show me the exit.. I have to find Nikhil" Mukti glanced at him spitefully.
"Don't worry about him Basanti he won't be back for another five ten minutes, I put Bunty on one of those scary rides in the mansion.. oh before you scream at me it was a kiddies ride.. I made sure it was safe." Said Prem looking at his watch.

Mukti was relieved finally
"ok then show me the exit" mukti demanded
"Of course basanti" said prem as he pointed to his left smiling. Since mukit didn't know who was the real prem she didn't know which way he was pointing at for his every reflection was pointing to somewhere else. Mukti grunted his name in anger making his laugh get even more louder.
He then started to walk to Mukti; she took a few steps back not liking where Prem was heading. He came to her now without a laugh but with a cunning smile. She backed her self further, thinking she would be happier if a ghost had actually followed her rather than Prem.

Then she walked back again and she collided with Prem who had been standing just few steps behind her. She looked behind quickly. He was gaping at her. He couldn't resist it he was lost and disorientated in her standing in the middle of the mirrored room with her image shown close to him in all the reflections. Then he did the unthinkable; then he did the most absurd yet most reasonable thing to do at that moment; He kissed her.


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