Time To Listen To En Jeevan And Sob In My Bed.

Time to listen to En Jeevan and sob in my bed.

Wounds of Duty and Hearts of Healing.

(Azad Rathore x OC)

Chapter 2.3

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Azad's POV

Baba is here. But.. now we have a situation.

I looked at Dr. Shourya, signalling her to cut it out. She looks at me with a reassuring expression, as if she's saying "I'll handle this".

"Azad was overwhelmed. We had physical therapy before and he was just overwhelmed by the pressure. So I brought him back and consoled him," Dr. Shourya covered everything up. Thankfully, Baba was convinced.

"I must've misunderstood then. My apologies."

Baba looks at me then back Dr. Shourya with a smile.

"No problem, Sir. I have some other things to take care of. I'll leave the two of you here. Azad, press the button if you need anything yeah?"

Dr. Shourya points to the device she had gave me. 

"Thank you, Thank you very much for the comfort."

I said in a low tone. I felt embarrassed but relieved. Dr. Shourya left the room. Now I'm here with Baba. I nervously looked at him.

Oh God, not that look..

"You've been hiding things from me now? I see," He smirked at me as he pulls off his shades.

"Baba.. No. She's my Doctor.. just a Doctor," I sighed.

"Mh.. right right. Doctor." Baba chuckled.

I crossed my arms as I lean back on the bed. I looked up at him.

"Where are the girls?.. How's the jail doing? Is everything alright?"

I waited for his answer. Instead, Baba ruffled my hair and laughed.

"Chill out. Everything is under control. The girls couldn't visit today.. So I decided to come here. My son's finally conscious. I must see him, right?"

I felt happy that Baba was here. I gave him a tight hug. He pats my back gently.

"I brought you fruits. There's some.. apples, oranges, pears, grapes, banana-"

"You don't have to mention them all, Baba."

"What if there are ones you don't like? Then you'll start complaining."

He frowns slightly. I frowned as well. "But I never complain??"

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Shourya's POV

Azad finally has his father to take care of him. I finally went home. I opened the door and I immediately dropped my bags.

"Nila?.."

I saw my 5 year old niece crouching behind the couch. I ran towards her to make sure she was okay.

"Hey.. why are you hiding? Where's your father? Don't cry, I'm here. Tell me what happened," I caressed her face gently.

"Atte.. Papa's drinking again.."

My niece sobbed. She hugs me tight. I wrap my arms around her small figure and picked her up in my arms. I kissed the crown of her head.

"I'll talk to him dear.. I will."

There was anger in my tone but I try to mask it, not wanting to worry her much more. 

She is my niece, the daughter of my older brother. Ever since my sister-in-law passed, he became a drunkard. I took them here because I want both my brother and Nila to have a brighter future. He.. doesn't treat Nila badly when he is sober. But, when he's drunk? He does. I tried talking to him to stop drinking, but he won't budge. He always thinks I'm too nosy.

"Nila.. do you want to come with me tomorrow? You can stay with auntie Kavitha, okay? I'll get you snacks too, many many snacks."

Nila's eyes twinkled. She is truly an angel. It hurts to see them like this.. I really must talk to my brother when he comes home. As much as I care for him, he must stop hurting his own daughter like this.

After tucking Nila to bed, I heard the front door creak open. I turn on Nila's night lamp and kissed her cheek. 

I closed the door behind me. There he was, my brother, Sanjay.

Chapter 2.4 is here.

Shahrukh Khan, Brahmastra, 2022.

“source?” divine intuition, gut instinct, and cryptic symbolism from my dreams

This is what happens when you're in a bad mood and decide to make yourself feel better by writing. Over 2K words and 12K characters.. I'm still not satisfied actually-