Hola amigos 🤗 i know we are not having the regular KaIra time like always but this composition is just the fruit of my imagination, happy reading and please me know how you felt about it... this is just the starting if you guys like it , i will surely continue 😊
Once upon a time in the lands not so distant, there lived a princess whose beauty was synonymous to the most elegant peacock... her grace perfectly suited for his charm... he was the ultimate hero and she was his heroine... it was their story but that never meant it was a fairy tale... it was dreamlike ... but He always got on her nerves but she was also none-the-less annoying. There were so many times when she over reacted, there were so many times when he was infuriated. Even they had their share of misunderstandings, arguments and tussles. They fought like a wild dog and the wilder cat but above all was their respect for each other, their care for each other and their affection for each other. With him she laughed her heart out and with her he always forgot his distresses... their bond was very strong... SOOO CUTE!!!! Exclaimed the five year old Meher as her father was struggling to make her wear socks and then shoes... please tell me more ... did the prince and the princess dance together ... when did the princess kiss the frog , that he became her prince... papa please tell me the whole story of the frog prince , the little girl requested... we don't have time right now baby girl... he said making her wear her ID card...
I am so pretty!!!! She complimented herself standing in front of the mirror ... and that is because you look just like your mommy... my princess explained Kartik hurriedly keeping the last notebook in her bag and checking the time table for the fourth time... you know what papa!!! The story which you just said to me was not of that frog prince which our class teacher narrated us yesterday ... your story is different but more interesting and sweet than that of my teacher Meher confessed in an awe... it was just for that little moment her voice resonated in his ears "MENDAK"... and he smiled as a flashback of thousands of memories was running in his mind ... and it was after a while he realized that Meher was not in the room, he walked around just to find her having a nice chitchat with her mother of about how she had learnt the poem she had to recite in her class that day. It's time for school my doll, her father unwillingly interrupted ... and so she kissed her mother a sweet goodbye, eat right and take rest ... the little girl instructed before leaving , now sitting beside her he gently caressed her 6 month old baby bump... NAIRA... his concerned and anxious voice wanted to ask so many questions... We are fine Kartik... Please go and drop Meher to school... she should not be late... Giving a peck on her cheek... he left
We are on time Princess ... he checked the time which was 8:15 ... after a while he saw a crowd gathering in front of his car and when he went to check, it was his little girl pulling some other boy's hair... Meher !!! what are you doing ??? why are you fighting with him??? STOP IT NOW!!! But Papa he was fighting with my classmate, he made her cry and now i will show him what exactly fighting is... if he wants to fight, i will fight with him... He is Monkey!!! she shouted at the top of her voice ... calm down Meher ... he said making her sip some water... please relax and go to your class he said pointing his finger towards the school gate... but i will go and complaint about him to my class teacher ... she said firmly ... Like mother Like daughter ... he thought having a routine conversation with krishnaji...
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