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Hi all! I am so happy that my first ADHY os got good comments. 😳Thank you all pankhis😉 I have tried to write another one shot. Please don't mind typos.
This OS is a little bit different. Hope you like it. 😳
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"A feeling never felt"
"Naaani! Why me?? You know I don't like kids!" He cursed.
"She had some work, Vikram. She was fretting over where to keep her kids. I thought, why not? After all its just few hours! "
"You should have asked me first, Naani."
"You are talking as if you were going to agree."
"..."
"Dear Viku, you know I have an appointment with my hairstylist and then there's my kitty party! Wouldn't these sweet kids get bored? Just one favor I am asking you. Please, wouldn't you listen to your old grandmother? " she made pitiable face.
Vikram shook his forehead and sighed.
"Am I left with any other choice? " He grumbled.
"Here here, take these passes of carnival. It's better if you take them out. They'll enjoy. Kids need to have fun."
I'll see you in the evening. Byeee. Take care."
Naani winked at him, took her purse and was gone in the blink of an eye.
God! Now I really hate you!
Cursing under his breath, he went to the drawing room, where supposedly two little children were waiting for naani.
He looked with horror at those familiar faces.
"You two!?"
Two little innocent faces turned their heads towards Vikram.
"Rihan, look," She nudged at her bro, "That same angry uncle! " she said.
Rihan giggled.
Vikram narrowed his eyes. He pulled them both by their arms, close.
"Who are you calling angry?" He was really angry now. "Listen, I am supposed to take care of you till your mom comes. Do anything you want. But, don't you dare disturb me!! You GET THAT? BOTH OF YOU?!"
Jiya cringed.
"Khadus uncle!" she muttered, showing him tongue. She quickly ran away laughing.
"Urgggh!! "
"KIDS!! I am going to lose more hair! " He cursed under his breath.
Vikram returned to his room. Atleast they won't disturb him here. Or so, he thought.
...
"What should we do?" Rihan asked innocently.
"Let me think. Ooh... I have an idea. Bring your sketchpens. Quick." She said, grinning.
"Here."
Both were staring at the serene face of Vikram. He had fallen asleep on his desk.
"He will love this," She told Rihan, winking at him.
In a few moments, Vikram's face glowed with black, red and pink colored circles around his eyes, crosses on his cheeks, and innumerable dots of various colors all over his face.
Surprisingly Vikram slept through it all.
They quietly chuckled.
Jiya saw his mobile lying by his side. She quickly clicked a photo.
"We will show this photo to mumma. She will love it!" Rihan added.
Both ran back to the living room, laughing and grinning.
...
Vikram woke up, feeling even more lazy. He stretched and went to check on the kids.
Good morning uncle! Had good sleep?" Jiya said, trying hard to control her laughter.
Vikram raised his eyebrows. Both kids suddenly started laughing.
"What?"
Rihan quietly went and brought a small mirror.
"Huh?"
"Look," he said, laughing. Just as Vikram turned to look in the mirror, Rihan and Jiya sprinted, squealing.
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"AARGGHHH" JIYA AND RIHAN, COME HERE NOW!!" Vikram stomped off to where they were hiding, behind the curtains.
After half an hour of scrubbing and rubbing his face, he came out of the bathroom, drying his face.
He could hear the shouts and shrieks coming from the adjacent bedroom.
"You are NOT coming out of there. This is what you get when you mess up with ME!!!"
He briskly walked off towards kitchen. He had locked the kids in his room.
While sipping his beloved coffee, suddenly the house became eerily quiet.
It somehow didn't feel right. The kids had suddenly stopped banging and shouting.
Are they alright?
Should I check?
Leave it, kids they are. A nuisance.
Maybe I should?
What if...
"Fine!" He said loudly, banging his fists on the table as he got up.
Vikram rushed to the room and unlocked it. At first, he didn't see them.
Empty?
He could feel his heart pounding.
His eyes rested upon the open windows.
NO!
That is not possible.
They are kids!
Calm down Vikram! Take a deep breath...
He called out.
"Jiya...Rihan... "
Slowly, taking cautious steps he reached near the windows.
He heard a small chuckle from the other end of the room.
We are here, Uncle!" Jiya said standing by the door, showing her teeth.
"Quick Rihan! " She shouted at her little brother.
It took only a moment for Vikram realised what was happening and rushed to the door. Only, he was a bit late. The door banged shut on his face.
"Owww"
" You are locked, khadus uncle!" Jiya and Rihan sang from outside. Giggling.
Here I was getting worked up for no reason!
This was really getting on his nerves now. But then, they are Shobha's kids.
She'll kill me if anything happens to them.
But, why am I concerned?
Ah, forget it.
With a suppressed anger, he spoke.
"Open the door."
" Nooo"
Vikram banged his fist on the door.
"I'll give you whatever you want, but first open the door. "
"You'll give us anything we demand?"
"Yes! Yes!" Vikram almost shouted. "Tell me. What you want?"
"Okay. Rihan and I are getting bored. So..
"So?"
" You have to play with us. Whatever we ask to!
He sighed. "Okay"
"You have to play paperball fight with us. "
What's that? He mentally thought.
"Done! We'll play. "
" And cricket. "
" Fine "
" Also football. "
Vikram was at the end of his patience. "Anything else remaining? " he asked sarcastically.
Jiya continued, not understanding his tone. "Really? Mumma and dad never allows to play this at home. You have to promise."
Dad huh?
Just for a fleeting second, he felt the pain Shobha was going through. These kids had no idea what their father was up to. Surely knowing it would affect them at large.
He took a huge breath. "Yes. Promise. We'll play everything you both want to. Open the door NOW. "
With a soft click, the door opened.
He had almost dashed away from them, when he glanced at them. Two innocent faces were looking at him with eager expectations. He knew he had been wrong.
He waved at them.
"Aren't we supposed to play?"
Hearing those words, their faces brightened up with cute smiles. Jumping with joy, they both followed him.
Vikram suddenly felt guilty of locking them in a room. Kids aren't that bad, he thought.
For the next one hour, he was huddled behind a chair and protecting himself from paperballs. He occasionally threw some at them.
He was enjoying this. He didn't know why but, it was... fun.
The whole house felt lively with shrieks and shouts and innocent laughter.
Rihan sneaked up behind Vikram while Jiya continued to shower him with paperballs.
Rihan giggled as he threw five paper ball in quick succession. They hit perfectly on Vikram's head.
"Hey! That's not fair! " Vikram laughed as he pulled Rihan into his lap.
Jiya came running in and threw the last one, right on his face. Everyone started laughing.
" That was fun! " Jiya shrieked hugging him.
Vikram smiled. Wholeheartedly.
"Lets play football! " Rihan squealed with laughter.
They continued, to play football where Vikram broke a vase and Jiya, a photo frame.
He had to admit, he had never felt so carefree before. This feeling, he felt today for the first time, was somehow different.
He felt complete.
He felt... happy.
...
As Shobha returned in the evening, she met Naani outside her building. When she got to know about Vikram taking care of her kids, she ran. Naani followed.
Shobha stopped in her tracks as did Naani, panting.
The scene in front of them was unbelievable. Impossible.
Vikram along with Jiya and Rihan were sleeping soundly on the couch, Rihan over him while Jiya nuzzled close to his chest. He had his arms tightly bound over them as if protecting them. Just like a father.
Vikram looked happy.
Naani and Shobha stood by the open doors, dumbstruck.
Shobha could feel tears building up in her eyes.
Naani couldn't help, but smile.
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This is it!😳 Do leave your valuable comments😊
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