Hello Dearies,
I was just wondering how would Maan and Geet's life be after having their little one...As the CVs refuse to move on with Geet's pregnancy... this is something my brains cooked up... Hope you all like it😃
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His Princess, His Khushi
Standing near the kitchen counter, wearing an apron and a chef's cap, Maan grumbled as he put some onions into the hot oil for seasoning. "Ouchh" he muttered as his fingers accidently brushed the heated pan. This wasn't his day at all.
His day had begun contentedly with a hot… passionate and endearing love making session with his darling wife, his Geet. Even after 4 years of marriage and after countless wild and sleepless nights, Maan could never resist her. She was so innocent and pristine and nonetheless a suave temptress even in her sleeping form. Could you blame him for not being able to keep his hands off her? He was a mere earthling afterall! Thus, after spending some quality moments with Geet, he quickly got ready, grabbed a quick bite and after giving a quick good-bye kiss to Geet, he picked up the little Khushi in his arms and left home. His little angel gave a quick peck on papa's cheek and reminded him of his promise of taking her out for lunch today before she ran off to her class. Smiling, Maan drove off to work.
Khushi was the nucleus of Khurana house. So many times they had been on the brink of loosing her. It was this little angel for whom his Geet had time and again put her life on stake. And when finally this small bundle of joy entered into this world, enveloping her in his arms, he had promised himself of not letting even the smallest pebble to come in her path. Ever since that day, he had not let anyone even raise a finger at her. Geet and Maan continued having their regular fights but now, many a times it would be over Khushi as Maan always complained about not being able to spend enough time with his daughter. So at times they resorted on taking turns in holding, cuddling and dressing up little Khushi. Annie and Dadi were no less. They all gave into Khushi's tantrums readily. Servants and maids were given special instructions on being around the youngest member of the household. The family loved to listen to Khushi's broken words and laughed heartily at her sweet ramblings. She was a princess in all sense. There were times when Geet complained Maan of spoiling the child but Maan brushed it all off much to Geet's annoyance.
Office was a mess today. There had been some last minute changes in the schedule of their German clients and so they requested Maan to prepone their meet to today that was originally scheduled for the day after tomorrow. Not finding any other alternative, Maan agreed and plunged into his work and forgot the rest. For which he was to pay...
It was a little over two when the meeting got over and he was back in his cabin, satisfied with the proceedings of the project. He was just about to call Geet to share the good news with her when the Sirens in the building went off. And no sooner than the sirens started buzzing, he slapped his palm on his forehead as he at once realized that he was in for a serious trouble! He picked up his coat at once and moved towards the cabin door to make a quick exit. However, he bumped into a panicked Adi. "Sirr… wohh… sshee iss heeree" Adi stuttered while Maan rolled his eyes at him. Adi who only stuttered because of his fear of him, was today running to him out of the fear of his little Khushi. Well it was not Adi's fault afterall. Everyone was petrified of his little angel especially when she was in a foul mood. The last time he had forgotten his word, she had brought the whole office to a halt by ordering everyone to stop their work instantly and who could dare to disobey their little Miss. Chief. She was a brat! And it was all thanks to him! Thank God… he had asked the guards to press on the sirens whenever they sense an impending danger such as this.
Adi nudged him nervously pulling him out of his reverie and he replied, "Mujhe pata hai Adi and for the sake of everyone's sanity its better I leave early… please ensure that she's back in car and ask the driver to drop her home safely. And call me when she leaves… I'll speak to Geet" saying everything in one breath he quickly turned to leave only to realize it was too late. As the little Miss. Chief was already standing by the door, holding her teddy-bear in one hand while her other hand rested on her hip. Maan gulped as he took in the small form of his three year old daughter. Dressed in a pink laced frock wearing matching pink shoes and the small pink Cinderella clips adorning the front of her hair, she made the cutest site on the earth... except for the small frown on her forehead and that pout.
In all true sense Khushi was a replica of her mother. She had Geet's brown eyes, soft curly hair, shapely lips… however , there was one trait she had picked up from her papa and that was… his temper! The difference here was, he too had to bear the brunt of those temper tantrums! He gulped as she came near and raised her hands gesturing him to pick her up. As he lifted her in his arms, she looked at him accusingly and said, "Papa, aap bhaag rahe the na?" Maan grinned foolishly trying to cover it up. "Nahi toh… main toh meri princess se hi milne aa raha tha" Khushi narrowed her eyes and leaning on to him sniffed and said, "I smell a lie (turning to Adi) Adi chachu… papa office se bhaag rahe the na?" Maan looked threateningly at Adi as he stuttered again, "Nahi… nahi beta… woh toh bas…" Khushi glared and turning her head shouted, "Pinky Maasiii" Adi's shoulders slumped as he whined and blurted, "Haan… haan… Maan Sir office se bahar ja rahe the (turning to Maan) sorry… sorry Sir" Maan glared at Adi but then nodded understandingly. When could he stand in front of Geet that he may expect Adi to face Pinky.
Khushi sweetly smiled at Maan and blinking her lashes innocently said, "Ghar chale Papa". Maan nodded and asked Adi to take care of the office. Adi sympathetically nodded at Maan and as he was about to leave said, "All the best Sir" Maan looked back and nodded in acknowledgement.
As they reached home, Geet came down the stairs to meet Maan and Khushi as Khushi ran to Dadi ma who was seated on the couch... Geet knew Khushi was mad at her papa for ditching them in the restaurant and had tried reasoning with her. However, when she didn't relent and ordered driver to take her to office, Geet warned her against creating ruckus at the office. And this was the only reason why office and the staff were spared. Geet looked at Maan and smirked when he joined his hands in front of her asking her for help. Conceding, Geet gestured Maan to quickly go upstairs as she saw Khushi discussing something with Dadi Ma crucially. As Maan tip-toed behind Geet, Khushi called him. "Papa… (he stopped in mid-stride and slowly turned to face her) Toh since you didn't keep your word, you would be making the dinner tonight." Maan breathed a sigh of relief and thanked the Lord as he knew his daughter loved continental food just like him and he was expert at that. But his smiled quickly faded as she added, "and I want to eat Palak Paneer and Rajma-Chawal" Geet burst out laughing as Maan looked incredulously at Khushi and Dadi Ma. He knew, where that special menu came from and shook his head.
And so here he was standing in the kitchen, bearing his punishment. As proficient as he was while cooking the videshi Khaana, as Geet would say… he have still not managed to expertise in desi dishes. And it was times like these when he realized what Geet meant by him spoiling Khushi was true… only because the situation worked against him… too late, he thought to himself as tears streaked his cheeks while he chopped the onion. Just then he heard the musical laughter of his dear wife who he knew had come to his rescue. He looked up hopefully at Geet and bending a little, looked behind her… Geet laughed, "khushi ko maine dadi Ma ke saath park bhej diya hai". He finally smiled as she tied the duppata around her waist and got to work. Half an later while Geet rolled out the last Roti, Maan looked at the time and realized he still had 15 minutes before Dadi Ma's and Khushi's return. Cashing on the opportunity, he quickly hugged Geet from behind and pecked on her cheek as he muttered, "thank you" Geet smiled, "Koi Baat nahi. But if you ever forget your promise again, I'm not coming for your rescue" she warned. "Waise tum bilkul theek kehti ho… tumhari beti kafi bigad gayi hai" he nuzzled her neck. "Bilkul apne Papa pe gayi hai" she said as she put the roti on the gas. Maan smirked and pushing her hair aside started leaving a trial of kisses while she tried to push him. "Maan please… roti jal jayegi" she reasoned. Instead, slightly baring her shoulder, he bit her. She shuddered and just as he was about to proceed they both heard, "Papaa"
Immediately straightening up, they looked at the kitchen entrance to find Khushi who stood by there wearing a grim expression. Placing both her hands on her hips, she frowned as she said, "Papa, you were suppose to cook and not mumma" dadi ma who walked in just then asked, "Kya hua Khushi beta?" Khushi looked at Dadima and then at her parents, "Badi Dadi ma, Papa ne cheating ki… Mumma was making food while Papa was holding her" she pouted as Maan and Geet blushed and Dadi ma muffled a laugh. "Khushii" Geet tried to shut her up as she removed the roti from the gas but Dadi Maa teased, "Not fair Beta… usse kyun daant rahi hai aap… cheating toh aapke pati ne ki hai, hai na Khushi…aur Maan aap… aap Geet ko pakad ke kyun khade the" she asked teasingly before innocently looking at Khushi. Maan glared at Dadi Ma while Khushi said, "Badi Dadi ma… papa toh pata nahi kyun jab dekho mumma ko hug karte rehte hai. Aapko pata hai jab main subah Mumma-papa ke room main gayi tab bhi papa mumma ko hug kar rahe the aur phir pata hai, mumma ne papa ko kiss bhi kiya" she said giggling and then looking at Maan's face started running and Maan ran after her while Dadi ma burst out laughing and Geet blushed hard.
Later in the night as Geet finished her regular household work, Maan read out a bed-time story to Khushi and then kissed Khushi's forehead as he put her to sleep. He then returned to see Geet standing by the dressing table in her night-gown, brushing her hair. "Khushi so gayi?" she asked. Coming to her, he took the hair-brush from her and threw it aside as he hugged her tight, "Maan?" she said questioningly as she read the mischief in his eyes. "You know what? My daughter is right… I can't stay away from you" Geet giggled and Maan turned her around and instantly entrapped her lips in his and just as he was about to slide her gown off… someone knocked the door. Groaning, he left Geet momentarily to answer the door and sighed.
Who could it be?... None other than his little princess who entered the room groggily carrying her small pillow with her and rubbing her eyes, "Mumma, Papa mujhe aaj aapke saath sona hai" she announced before she fell on the bed. Laughing, Geet came over to Maan, ruffled his hair and they both walked over to their bed and settled on their respective sides with their Khushi between them. Geet patted Khushi's head lovingly while Maan pulled up the comforter and adjusted her pillow. As Khushi drifted off to sleep, the proud parent kept looking adoringly at their little daughter. Maan slowly took Geet's hand and kissed it and looked at her, conveying his gratitude for everything that she had brought along in his life… gratitude for giving him his Khushi before they drifted off to sleep themselves.
The End
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Luv, Sonia
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