Viyansh's POV,
The next morning, I woke up to the most cherished sight: my wife sleeping peacefully in my embrace. The tranquility of the moment was a balm to my soul, soothing the aches of the past days. For the first time in what felt like ages, I had slept soundly, enveloped in the comfort of her presence. I lay still, not wanting to disturb her, knowing that any movement might wake her from her serene slumber. My eyes lingered on her face, admiring the delicate rise and fall of her breath, the way her hair framed her face, and the gentle curve of her lips. The peace that washed over me in that moment was indescribable, a pure, unfiltered joy. After some time, I realized she needed to wake up and have something to eat. Carefully, I shifted her back onto the bed, making sure she was comfortable. She stirred slightly but didn't wake. Reluctantly, I left her side and proceeded with my morning routine, skipping the gym to ensure I was nearby if she needed me. I didnât want to leave her alone, even for a minute. Unable to stay away, I returned to her side and gently tried to wake her up. True to form, she shifted her head onto my lap and buried her face in my stomach, seeking the warmth and comfort of my presence. A smile spread across my face, savoring the familiar, cherished moment. This was the feeling I wanted to experience every dayâa sense of pure contentment and love. Each time she does this, I feel butterflies dancing in my stomach, a sensation thatâs simply out of this world. I gently rubbed my palm over her cheek, my touch light and tender as I tried to rouse her from her sleep.
Vaidehi: "Ummm"
She just moaned softly, refusing to wake up. My sleepyhead, I thought with a chuckle. Even the legendary Kumbhkaran would fail in a contest of sleep against herâI could bet on that. Determined, I patted her cheeks gently, my fingers brushing her skin with tender affection. When that didnât work, I leaned in closer and followed with sweet nibbles, teasing her awake.
Viyansh: "Jaan get up."
Gently, she opened her eyes, and a beautiful smile spread across her face, warming my heart. I leaned in and kissed her eyes tenderly, savoring the moment. I whispered, wishing her a day as wonderful as she is. Her smile in response was the perfect start to my day, filling me with a sense of joy and contentment that only she could bring.
Viyansh: "Good morning Biwi."
Vaidehi: "Good morning Ansh."
She attempted to sit up, but a sudden hiss of pain escaped her lips. Before she could fall back, I quickly caught her, my arms wrapping around her protectively. I held her steady, making sure she was supported and comfortable.
Vaidehi: "Anhhhh"
Viyansh: "Jaan, sambhal ke kya jaldi hai tumhe."
(Jaan, be careful. Why are you in such a hurry?)
Her stitches must have hurt, a reminder of the doctor's advice to be extra careful for at least a week until they had time to heal properly. I helped her ease back into a comfortable position, making sure she was well-supported.
Vaidehi: "Sorry Ansh vo main bhul gayi thi."
(I just forgot.)
I carefully helped her sit up properly on the bed, ensuring she was as comfortable as possible. She rested her head against the headboard, but the pain was evident in her expressions. My heart ached seeing her in discomfort. I gently placed a supportive pillow behind her back and held her hand, offering her a comforting squeeze.
Viyansh: "Is it paining?"
She smiled and shook her head, displaying that familiar selflessness that both frustrated and endeared her to me. Why is this woman always like this? I wondered, a mix of admiration and exasperation in my thoughts. Raising my eyebrows, I silently asked her again if it's paining or not. This time, thankfully, she nodded her head in agreement.
Viyansh: "Don't worry, the nurse will come in a while for the dressing. Until then, come, let's get you freshened up so you can have breakfast and then your medicines."
I noticed that the pain must be overwhelming for her since she wasn't throwing any tantrums like she usually does in the mornings. With gentle care, I scooped her into my arms and assisted her with her basic morning chores. Knowing she couldn't take a bath due to the injury, I thought she might be pleased since she often complains about bathing. However, she remained unusually quiet. After some time, we returned to the bedroom. I carefully adjusted her on the bed, ensuring she was comfortable, then sat down in front of her, concern etched on my face as I observed her silence.
Viyansh: "Kya hua?? Zyada dard hai?? Hospitale chale?"
(What's wrong? Is it hurting a lot? Should we go to the hospital?)
She shook her head, her gaze fixed on her lap, avoiding eye contact. Seeing her like this, so vulnerable and in pain, tugged at my heart.
Viyansh: "Jaannn"
As her silence persisted, I reached out, my fingers delicately lifting her chin, urging her to meet my gaze. But as our eyes met, I noticed the shimmer of tears pooling in her eyes. A wave of panic washed over me, my mind racing to comprehend what might have caused her distress. With her vulnerability laid bare in those tear-filled eyes, I couldn't help but wonder what turmoil lay beneath the surface, compelling her tears to spill over.
Viyansh: "kya ho gaya bachcha?? Ro kyu Rahi ho??"
(What's happened, Baby? Why are you crying?)
She suddenly hugged me. Her sudden embrace caught me off guard, leaving me even more perplexed by the conflicting emotions swirling around us. Feeling the warmth of her tears seeping into my neck, and hearing the soft sound of her sobs echoing in my ears, I instinctively wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer. With each gentle stroke of her hair and soothing rub of her back, I hoped to offer some comfort amidst the storm of emotions enveloping us.
Vaidehi: "Ma...maine kitna ta..tang kar diya na aapko, aap me...meri vajah se office bhi nahi ja ra..rahe aur aapka k...kaam affect ho raha hai."
(I... I've troubled you so much, haven't I? Because of me, you aren't going to the office, and your work is getting affected.)
As she spoke between her sobs, the pieces started to fall into place, and I realized the turmoil brewing in my innocent wife's overthinking mind. Pulling back slightly, I looked at her, noticing how she avoided meeting my gaze. My heart ached for her, knowing that her tears were a manifestation of the fears and anxieties swirling inside her. With a gentle touch, I brushed her tears away and encouraged her to look at me.
Viyansh: "Jab mujhe fever hua tha, toh tumhe kya zarurat thi raat bhar jaag kar mere sar par gili pattiya rakhne ki???"
(When I had a fever, why did you stay up all night putting cold compresses on my forehead?)
Finally, her gaze met mine, and in that moment, I saw a myriad of emotions flickering in her eyes.
Vaidehi: "Arehh, aapko fever tha Ansh kaisi baatein kar rahe hai main nahi karungi toh aur kon karega??? And wait a minute abhi ye kyu pucha aapne, phirse fever hua kya??"
(Oh, you had a fever, Ansh. What are you saying? If I didn't take care of you, who else would? And wait a minute, why are you asking this now? Do you have a fever again?)
Her gesture of concern, placing her palm against my forehead to check for any signs of illness, brought a soft smile to my lips. In that simple act, I felt a rush of warmth and affection, reassured by her caring nature even in the midst of her own emotional turmoil. With a gentle touch, I clasped her hand in mine, silently conveying my gratitude.
Vaidehi: "Thank God fever nahi hai."
(Thank God you don't have a fever.)
Viyansh: "I was emotionally weak toh tum kyu humesha mujhe cheer up karne lagi thi kyu nahi mujhe aise hi chod diya???"
(I was emotionally weak, so why did you always try to cheer me up? Why didn't you just leave me like that?)
She covered my mouth with her palm and gave me a stern glare.
Vaidehi: "Kya kuch bhi bole ja rahe hai Ansh, aise kaise aapko suffer karne chod sakti hu main?? Kya bakwas hai ye??"
(What nonsense are you talking about, Ansh? How could I let you suffer? What nonsense is this? )
Feeling her hands in mine, I held them gently, cradling them with care and tenderness. With soft strokes, I rubbed her hands, my touch conveying a sense of comfort and reassurance.
Viyansh: "Exactly Jaan, jab tumhe problem nahi thi toh mujhe kaise ho sakti hai???"
(Exactly, Jaan. If you had no problem with it, how could I have a problem?)
She grasped my point and lowered her gaze.
Viyansh: "Kaha se aata hai tumhare dimaag me ye sab bakwas?"
(Where do you get all these ridiculous ideas from?)
She offered me a faint smile, suggesting she's gradually returning to her usual self.
Viyansh: "Aur ek baat batao, agar tumhari jagah main hota toh kya tum mere liye ye sab nahi karti??"
(And tell me one thing, if you were in my place, wouldn't you do all this for me?)
Her gaze sparkled with mischief, hinting at a playful side that I hadn't seen in a while.
Vaidehi: "Nooo"
Viyansh: "What??"
Her chuckle confirmed my suspicionsâshe was indeed teasing me. The sound of her laughter filled the air, lifting the weight of earlier emotions and replacing it with a sense of shared amusement. With a playful glint in her eye, she continued to tease, her laughter contagious and infectious.
Vaidehi: "Haa Ansh, aap kitne bhari hai main kaise aapko bahon me utha sakti hu."
(Yes, Ansh, but you are heavy. How could I lift you in my arms?)
My attempt at a stern glare was met with her laughter, her amusement at my "serious" expression evident. Despite my best efforts to convey disapproval, her laughter was infectious, and soon enough, I found myself chuckling alongside her.
Vaidehi: "Achcha Achcha sorry."
Viyansh: "Pagal."
(Silly.)
I smiled.
Vaidehi: "Ansh bhook lagi."
(Ansh, I'm hungry.)
Viyansh: "Haa abhi breakfast leke aaya, wait."
(Yes, I just brought breakfast. Wait.)
Vaidehi: "Ansh coffee bhi"
(Ansh, coffee too.)
Viyansh: "Haa ye mat chodna tum kabhi."
(Yes, you can never forget that.)
Her giggle was music to my ears, a welcome sound that lifted the heaviness from the room. With a smile, I leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead before heading down to fetch her something to eat and, of course, her beloved coffee. I chuckled to myself at the thought of my coffee-addicted wife, knowing that her morning wouldn't truly begin until she had her fix.
Author's POV,
After breakfast, the nurse arrived to attend to Vaidehi's needs, including changing the dressing on her stomach. Viyansh, overwhelmed by the thought of witnessing her discomfort, chose to step back, knowing that his own weakness might hinder his ability to provide the care she truly needed. Instead, he entrusted this task to the capable hands of the nurse, prioritizing Vaidehi's comfort and well-being above all else.
A week later,
Over the past week, significant progress has been made in her recovery. Her wounds have healed considerably, reaching a point where dressing them is no longer necessary; a simple application of ointment is all that's required. However, despite her improved condition, she's been instructed not to walk for an other 2-3 days. Ofcourse the instructions were given by her husband. However, despite her reassurances of her improved condition, the Singhania men continued to treat her with utmost care and caution, as if she were a fragile doll in need of constant protection. Despite her repeated assertions that she was feeling much better and capable of managing on her own, her words seemed to fall on deaf ears. The Singhania men remained steadfast in their resolve to pamper and protect her, their concern for her well-being outweighing any protest she made. Though grateful for their unwavering support and love, Vaidehi couldn't help but feel a twinge of frustration at being treated as if she were incapable. Yet, she understood that their actions stemmed from a place of deep care and affection, and she couldn't fault them for wanting to ensure her safety and comfort above all else. Despite her own recovery, Vaidehi's heart swelled with emotion upon learning that Viraj and Virat had selflessly donated their blood to aid in her healing process. However, her joy was tinged with worry and concern for their well-being, prompting her to express her emotions in a mixture of gratitude and scolding. Taking charge of their recovery, she insisted they consume a regimen of nutritious drinks such as beetroot juice, pomegranate juice, and other healthy options for over five days. Her actions were driven by a deep sense of gratitude and concern for their health, a testament to the selfless love that bound the Singhania family together.
Feeling a bit restless and bored in the room while Viyansh was occupied in the washroom, Vaidehi decided to seek some company downstairs. She called out to Vihaan, requesting his presence, and after a few minutes, he arrived at her room. With a gentle smile, Vihaan listened to Vaidehi's request to take her downstairs. Without hesitation, he graciously accepted, understanding her need for a change of scenery and companionship. With tender care, he scooped her up into his arms, cradling her securely, and began the descent downstairs.
Viyansh's heart skipped a beat as he emerged from the washroom to find the bed empty, panic seizing him at the thought that Vaidehi might have ventured off on her own. Hastily rushing outside his room, his worries dissolved into relief as he caught sight of Vaidehi cradled safely in Vihaan's arms, the concern on his face giving way to a grateful smile. Observing Vihaan gently place Vaidehi on the couch, Viyansh's anxiety eased further as he watched the careful arrangement, ensuring her comfort with a cushion beneath her feet and her back supported by the armrest.
Vihaan: "Are you okay now?"
Vaidehi: "Bhai, I'm perfectly fine now. I think I can even walk now, and even my injuries are healed. I don't know why you guys are not letting me step down from the bed."
Vihaan: "Dahi, the doctor has said that you can't walk for at least 10 days."
Vaidehi: "Bhai, it's already been 9 days."
As Viyansh joined them downstairs, their conversation was momentarily interrupted.
Viyansh: "Shut up and follow what the doctor has said."
As Viraj and Virat joined the group, Vaidehi's playful spirit emerged once more. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she made faces at both Vihaan and Viyansh, perhaps teasing them affectionately. The arrival of Viraj and Virat added to the lively atmosphere. Rushing over to Vaidehi, they knelt down in front of her, their expressions filled with warmth and concern. Their gestures conveyed not only their care for her but also their eagerness to be a part of the moment.
Vaidehi: "Arehh ye kya kar rahe ho dono??"
(What are you both doing?)
A radiant smile illuminated Vaidehi's face as Viraj and Virat presented her with surprises from behind their backs. With eager anticipation, she reached out to accept the offerings extended to her, her heart swelling with gratitude for their thoughtful gestures. As she took hold of the sipper filled with her favorite iced coffee from Viraj and the assortment of dark chocolates from Virat, her eyes sparkled with delight. The familiar flavors brought a sense of comfort and joy, warming her heart with the love and thoughtfulness behind the gestures.
Vaidehi: "Thanks monkeys."
With a heartfelt thank you, Vaidehi expressed her appreciation to her brothers, her smile reflecting the happiness and contentment she felt in their presence. Caught up in the lighthearted moment, Viraj and Virat maintained their kneeling position, bowing down in unison before Vaidehi. Her laughter bubbled up, filling the room with warmth and joy.
Viraj, Virat: "any time Cupcake, Sweetiepie."
They both rose to their feet, casting glances at Viyansh and Vihaan, who returned their stares with glares. Quietly, they settled on the couch next to Vaidehi's.
Vaidehi: "No need to glare at them, itne dino se mujhe bimari wala khana de rahe hai aap dono, ab mere monkeys meri favourite coffee leke aaye toh usme bhi takleef hai aap dono ko, huhh."
(No need to glare at them. You've been feeding me bland food for so many days, and now my monkeys have brought my favorite coffee. What's the problem with that, huh?)
Viyansh: "Because it's not healthy Jaan."
Vihaan: "And kuch dino me thik ho jayegi toh khana ye sab kon mana karega."
(And in a few days, you'll be fine, and who will stop you from eating all this?)
Vaidehi: "Main ab bilkul thik hu samjhe aap log."
(I'm perfectly fine now, understood?)
Viyansh, Vihaan: "Doctor will decide that, not you."
As Viyansh and Vihaan spoke in unison, their synchronized voices drawing attention, Vaidehi's annoyance was palpable. Rolling her eyes in exasperation, she made it clear that their simultaneous comments were more of an irritant than anything else. Undeterred by the minor disruption, Vaidehi redirected her focus to the simple pleasure of enjoying her coffee, choosing to indulge in the moment.
Vaidehi: "Ummm, this is so good."
Feeling a gentle pat on her head, Vaidehi turned to find Vikram standing behind her. A smile tugged at her lips as she welcomed his presence.
Vikram: "Kya ho raha hai ladoo."
(What's happening, Ladoo?)
Vaidehi: "Aapke beton ka zulm seh Rahi hu popsy."
(I'm enduring the tyranny of your sons, Popsy.)
Vaidehi's playful antics continued as she put on a fake crying face, prompting laughter from Viraj and Virat at their elder brothers' expense. However, her performance was short-lived as Vihaan gently tapped her head in response. With a mock expression of pain, she let out a playful whine, adding to the light-hearted atmosphere.
Vaidehi: "Popsy dekha."
(Popsy, look.)
Vikram: "Vihaan, pitega tu, bimaar hai na vo."
(Vihaan, you'll get it. She's still sick, right?)
Viyansh: "Hum bhi toh yehi keh rahe hai na papa, par ye aapki ladli sunti kaha hai."
(We're also saying the same thing, Papa, but your favorite daughter doesn't listen.)
Vaidehi: "Popsy ab ye dono har cheez ke liye mere sar pe nachenge toh main kya sunu aap hi batao."
(Popsy, if these two dance on my head for everything, what should I listen to? You tell me.)
Vikram chuckled while Viraj and Virat reveled in the moment.
Vikram: "Kyu piche pade ho dono uske, thik hai ab vo pehle se behtar hai."
(Why are both of you after her? Alright, now she's better than before.)
Virat: "Papa, bhai aur Vihu Bhai ko toh bas bahana chahiye Hume aur bhabhi maa ko daat lagane ka."
(Dad, brother and Vihu Bro just need an excuse to scold us and Bhabhi maa.)
Vihaan grabbed a cushion and threw it at Virat, hitting him square in the face. Vihaan's playful act of throwing a cushion at Virat, resulting in it hitting his face, elicited laughter from Vaidehi and Viraj. However, Virat's reaction was one of irritation as he shot a glare in Vihaan's direction.
As the jovial atmosphere of their family time continued, the mood shifted slightly as the doctor entered the house. Their playful banter paused momentarily as all eyes turned to the newcomer, signaling the importance of the doctor's presence.
Doctor: "Hello ladoo Singhania."
They all turned to look at the doctor and greeted them with warm smiles.
Vikram: "Ohh doctor Babu aiye aiye."
(Oh, here comes Doctor Sir.)
The doctor came and sat on the couch.
Doctor: "So Mrs. Ladoo Singhania how are you now??"
Vaidehi: "I'm absolutely fine doctor uncle aur aap please ye baat mere pyare pati parmeshwar aur mere pujniya bhratashree ko samjha dijiye jo sunne ko taiyaar nahi hai that I'm perfectly fine."
(I'm absolutely fine, Doctor Uncle. Can you please explain to my dear husband and my revered brother-in-law that I'm perfectly fine?)
Even the doctor chuckled at her words, as did Vikram, while Viraj and Virat found amusement in the situation. However, Viyansh and Vihaan were sullen because Vaidehi believed they were being overly protective.
Doctor: "Okay, let me tell them."
The doctor retrieved Vaidehi's recent reports and passed them to Viyansh.
Doctor: "Viyansh, Vaidehi ab bilkul thik hai even wounds are healed completely. Just apply some ointment and soon the marks will fade away."
(Viyansh, Vaidehi is perfectly fine now. Even the wounds are completely healed. Just apply some ointment, and soon the marks will fade away.)
As Vaidehi took a sip of her coffee, she glanced at Viyansh and Vihaan, subtly communicating a silent "I told you so" through the intensity of her gaze.
Viyansh: "Thank you doctor."
Doctor: "And why is this crepe bandage still wrapped around your leg, Vaidehi? Five days are already over, right? Is it still painful or what?"
The doctor inquired and then proceeded to carefully unwrap the bandage encasing her foot, preparing to conduct a thorough examination. With precise movements, they gently removed the layers of dressing, revealing the injured area underneath.
Vaidehi: "aap hi toh kaha tha that I can't walk for 10 days."
(You were the one who said I can't walk for 10 days.)
The doctor proceeded by gently moving her foot, observing any reactions and assessing its range of motion. With practiced hands, they applied gentle pressure to different areas, gauging her response to pinpoint areas of tenderness or discomfort.
Doctor: "Is it paining?"
Vaidehi: "Noo"
Doctor: "Then what's the need of this bandage?? Viyansh ko toh kaha bhi tha maine 5 dino me araam se chal sakti ho tum, infact Vihaan ko bhi precautions bataye the maine."
(Then what's the need for this bandage? I told Viyansh that you can walk comfortably in 5 days, in fact, I gave Vihaan some precautions too.)
Vaidehi's gaze drifted toward Viyansh and Vihaan, noticing their avoidance as they glanced anywhere but at her. Their avoidance spoke volumes, implying a reluctance to engage or acknowledge the situation. Sensing their discomfort, Vaidehi turned her attention to Viraj and Virat, only to be met with expressions of innocence, their "we don't know anything" looks suggesting they were unaware or unwilling to get involved. Similarly, Vikram mirrored their stance, offering no insight or assistance.
Vaidehi: "Nahi doctor aapko shayad yaad nahi hoga, Ansh aur Bhai ne kaha I can't walk for 10 days."
(No, Doctor, maybe you don't remember, but Ansh and Bhai said I can't walk for 10 days.)
The doctor's gaze sharpened as they directed a pointed glare toward Viyansh and Vihaan.
Doctor: "Ab tum dono ki vajah se meri patient mujhpe Shak kar Rahi hai."
(Now, because of you two, my patient is doubting me.)
Vihaan: "Actually doctor uncle we thought precaution is better than cure so."
Doctor: "It's me who will decide that."
Vaidehi: "So you guys are fooling me from past four days."
Viyansh: "Jaan yaar tum vaise bhi girti padti hi rehti ho toh achcha hi hai na ki ek jagah thik se raho tum."
(Jaan, you tend to trip and fall anyway, so it's better for you to stay in one place.)
Viraj: "Bhai ye thik nahi kiya aapne bhabhi maa ke sath like seriously four days."
(Bhai, you did wrong with Bhabhi maa, like seriously, four days?)
Virat: "Ek toh unhe achcha khane bhi nahi de rahe the aap dono."
(Plus, you weren't even giving her good food.)
Viraj and Virat's behavior added an additional layer of tension to the already charged atmosphere. Their apparent enjoyment of their brother's discomfort, coupled with their attempts to exacerbate the situation, only served to escalate emotions further. Viyansh and Vihaan, feeling the weight of their brothers' taunts, responded with a glare that spoke volumes - a silent warning that their antics were not being taken lightly.
Vaidehi: "Baat hi nahi karni mujhe ab aap dono se."
(I don't want to talk to you both now.)
Doctor: "Okay, so now you can start walking. Just be careful; it might pain for a few minutes, but later, it will be okay."
Vaidehi nodded.
Doctor: "Okay, my work is done. I'll take my leave."
As the doctor departed, Vikram returned and casually took a seat beside Virat after dropping doctor, his eyes dancing with amusement as he observed the unfolding scene. Viyansh and Vihaan's pleading gestures towards Vaidehi were met with a chuckle from Vikram, who found the situation rather entertaining.
Viyansh: "Bachcha pakka main tumhe Roz coffee pilaunga tumhare favourite cafe ki."
(I'll make sure to give you coffee every day from your favorite café.)
Vihaan: "Aur main Roz chocolates leke aaunga pakka."
(And I'll bring chocolates every day, I promise.)
Vaidehi: "Bachchi nahi hu main inse Maan jau."
(I'm not a child to agree to them.)
As Vaidehi rolled her eyes at the playful antics of Viyansh and Vihaan, she resumed enjoying her chocolate, seemingly unfazed by their attempts at reconciliation. However, her demeanor softened as Vihaan suddenly scooped her up in his arms, twirling her around playfully. Vaidehi couldn't help but laugh at the unexpected gesture, her laughter filling the air with warmth and joy. Not wanting to miss out on the fun, Viyansh eagerly took his turn, lifting Vaidehi in his arms and repeating the twirling motion, eliciting even more laughter from her. The lighthearted moment brought a sense of camaraderie and closeness among them, as they shared in the simple joy of playful interaction. Seeing the laughter and bonding between the siblings, Viraj and Virat joined in, extending their arms towards Viyansh and Vihaan, indicating their desire to be included in the fun.
Viraj, Virat: "Hume bhi karo please."
(Please, Spin us too.)
Viyansh's sudden halt brought the impromptu dance to an unexpected pause, leaving Vihaan and Viyansh exchanging shocked expressions with Viraj and Virat. Their bewildered faces added an element of surprise to the moment, further fueling Vaidehi's laughter. As Vaidehi's laughter filled the room, it became contagious, spreading to Viraj and Virat who couldn't help but join in. The living room echoed with the collective laughter of the Singhania family, filling the space with warmth and joy.
Viyansh made her sit back on the couch and the sudden shift in atmosphere was palpable as Vaidehi's laughter subsided upon noticing Abhinav and Sangeeta entering the room. The rest of the family followed suit, their attention drawn to the newcomers. An unspoken tension seemed to settle over the room, a stark contrast to the joviality that had filled the space just moments before. However, despite the underlying unease, Abhinav and Sangeeta approached the group and exchanged greetings with them.
Abhinav, Sangeeta: "hello Mr. Singhania and Kids"
Vikram: "Hello Mr. & Mrs. Oberoi."
Viraj and Virat's lingering anger towards Abhinav and Sangeeta was evident as they swiftly positioned themselves on either side of Vaidehi, their protective stance indicating their solidarity with her. Vihaan and Viyansh stood behind Vaidehi, further emphasizing their support and solidarity. The physical arrangement spoke volumes about the family dynamics and the bonds of loyalty and protection that existed between them.
Abhinav and Sangeeta smiled affectionately at them, appreciating the family's dynamics.
Sangeeta: "Hum sirf ladoo se milne aaye the."
(We just came to meet Ladoo.)
Vaidehi: "Vaidehi, Vaidehi naam hai mera Mrs. Oberoi or you can call me Mrs. Viyansh. Ladoo mujhe sirf Popsy bula sakte hai."
(Vaidehi, my name is Vaidehi, Mrs. Oberoi, or you can call me Mrs. Viyansh. Only Popsy can call me Ladoo.)
Despite feeling hurt by the distant reception from Vaidehi, Sangeeta and Abhinav chose not to display their emotions openly, opting instead to maintain a composed demeanor. Deep down, their hearts may have been heavy with the weight of the situation, but they understood the complexity of the family dynamics and respected the boundaries set by Vaidehi. Their request for Vaidehi not to address them as "mumma" and "papa" reflected their acknowledgment of the strained relationship between them. It was a subtle way of acknowledging the distance that had developed between them and Vaidehi, while also respecting her wishes and boundaries.
Abhinav: "Kaisi hai beta ab tu?"
(How are you now, dear?)
She averted her gaze, choosing not to make eye contact with them.
Vaidehi: "I'm good, thank you."
The formality between Vaidehi and her parents, Sangeeta and Abhinav, seemed to create a noticeable discomfort in the room. Despite their efforts to bridge the gap and reconnect with their daughter, the distance maintained by Vaidehi through her formal demeanor created a palpable tension. Sangeeta and Abhinav likely yearned for a more open and affectionate relationship with Vaidehi, one where they could share moments of warmth and closeness. However, Vaidehi's reserved behavior may have unintentionally communicated a sense of rejection or detachment, further exacerbating the strained dynamics between them.
Sangeeta: "Baat bhi nahi karegi apni maa se?? Dekhegi bhi nahi meri taraf?"
(Won't you talk to your mother? Won't you even look at me?)
Feeling overwhelmed by the tense atmosphere and her own conflicting emotions, Vaidehi sought solace in the reassuring presence of her husband, Viyansh. As his hand rested gently on her shoulder, she instinctively reached out and grasped it tightly, seeking comfort and support.
Abhinav: "Jaante hai bahaut badi galti ki hai humne, par maafi mangne ka hak toh dede beta."
(We know we've made a big mistake, but give us the right to apologize, beta.)
Sangeeta: "Hume maaf kar de meri bachchi, bahaut badi galti ho gayi. Sudhar nahi sakte kuch jante hai par ye vishwas dilate hai ki dobara aisa kabhi nahi hoga."
(Please forgive us, my child. We've made a huge mistake. We may not be able to rectify it, but we promise that it won't happen again.)
Abhinav: "Ek mauka de de beta."
(Give us a chance, child.)
Summoning her courage, Vaidehi made a bold decision to confront her parents and address the underlying tensions that had been lingering between them. With determination in her heart, she resolved to express her feelings and voice her grievances openly and honestly. As she gathered her thoughts, preparing to initiate the conversation, a mixture of nerves and determination coursed through her veins. With Viyansh's supportive presence by her side, she felt emboldened to speak her truth and seek resolution. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Vaidehi approached her parents, her voice steady as she began to articulate her concerns and frustrations.
Vaidehi: "Dobara aisa nahi hoga??"
(It won't happen again??)
Vaidehi's courageous question prompted her parents to respond with openness and sincerity. The willingness of Sangeeta and Abhinav to address her concerns directly and promptly indicated their desire to mend the strained relationship and address any misunderstandings. Their immediate response suggested a readiness to engage in honest communication and work towards resolving the issues at hand.
Abhinav: "Kabhi nahi beta."
(Never, child.)
Vaidehi: "Dobara main bhi kabhi school nahi jaungi, jaha har parent teacher meeting me sab bachche apne parents ke sath aate the except me."
(I won't go to school again, where every parent used to come for PTM except mine.)
Viyansh's silent encouragement gave Vaidehi the strength to continue speaking her truth, despite the emotional weight of her words. With each complaint voiced, she felt a sense of relief, unburdening herself of the grievances that had weighed heavily on her heart. Choosing not to meet her parents' gaze was a conscious decision, one borne out of a desire to remain composed and avoid further worry from her family. She knew that allowing herself to break down in front of them would only add to their concerns, and she wanted to spare them that additional distress. As she spoke, she felt a sense of liberation, as though a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. In the safety of her family's presence, she found the courage to express her deepest thoughts and feelings, trusting that they would listen with empathy and understanding. In that moment of vulnerability, Vaidehi reaffirmed the strength of her familial bonds, knowing that she could always count on her loved ones for support and acceptance, no matter what challenges they faced together.
Vaidehi: "Dobara main bhi kisi events me participate nahi karne wali jaha baaki bachcho ke parents unhe cheer karne aate the. Aapko pata bhi hai mujhe kitna left out feel hota tha, how much those students used to tease me."
(I won't participate in any events again where other children's parents used to come to cheer them on. Do you even know how left out I used to feel, how much those students used to tease me?)
As Vaidehi poured her heart out, the living room fell into a profound silence, the only sound being her voice echoing with raw emotion. In that moment, the weight of her unspoken words filled the air, each syllable carrying the weight of her deepest fears, frustrations, and hopes. Her willingness to lay bare her innermost thoughts and feelings, even those she had kept hidden from her husband Viyansh, spoke volumes about her courage and vulnerability. Despite the discomfort of exposing her vulnerabilities to her family, she knew that true healing could only come from a place of honesty and authenticity.
Vaidehi: "Aap dono ki vajah se I stopped participating in anything because main kuch bhi Jeet ke aau you guys used to either punish me or neglect me."
(Because of you both, I stopped participating in anything because whenever I won, you guys either punished me or neglected me.)
Feeling the gentle squeeze from Viyansh on her shoulders, Vaidehi found comfort in his silent support, a reassuring gesture that spoke volumes amidst the emotional whirlwind around her. As Virat, sitting beside her, reached out and gently placed his hand on hers, Vaidehi instinctively grasped it, seeking solace in the simple act of connection. The touch of his hand provided a sense of grounding, anchoring her amidst the swirling emotions.
Vaidehi: "Aap ne kitne easily bol Diya ki main aapko Mumma nahi bulau, par ek baar bhi socha ki us 10 saal ki bachchi ke dil pe kya guzregi. Lekin aap kyu sochengi aapne Janam jo nahi Diya mujhe. Har bachcha umeed karta hai ki jab bhi vo roye ya gire, uske parents uske pass aaye use sambhalne. Par mere toh rone ki vajah hi aap dono the. Kabhi chot tak lag jati toh dadu the par aap dono nahi. Phir maine apni baatein Dil me hi rakhna shuru kar diya, aur aap dono ko ehsaas tak nahi."
(You easily said that I shouldn't call you Mumma, but did you ever think about what that 10-year-old girl's heart would go through? But why would you think about it? You didn't give birth to me. Every child hopes that whenever they cry or fall, their parents will come to comfort them. But in my case, the reason for my tears was you both. If I got hurt, Dadu was there, but not you both. Then I started keeping my feelings to myself, and you both didn't even realize it.)
As Vaidehi's words sank in, Sangeeta felt a pang of guilt washing over her. Despite knowing that Vaidehi's words were true, the sting of their honesty cut deep. She tried to suppress her rising emotions, fighting back tears as she grappled with the weight of her own actions and their consequences. Despite her best efforts to remain composed, the floodgates of emotion couldn't be held back any longer. Tears welled up in Sangeeta's eyes, betraying the turmoil within her heart. The tears flowed freely, silent witnesses to the inner struggle she was facing.
Vaidehi: "Aapko lawyer Banna tha pop...Mr. Oberoi but due to Dadu's health you took over the business. Mujhe laga main lawyer ban ke aapka sapna pura karungi toh you'll be happy. But nahi aap toh mere convocation tak me nahi aaye. Everybody received their degree with their parents and I received it alone. Aapko bataya toh aapne kaha ki main aapko jatane ki koshish kar Rahi hu jo kaam aap nahi kar paye and you punished me."
(You were supposed to become a lawyer, Popsy... Mr. Oberoi, but due to Dadu's health, you took over the business. I thought I would fulfill your dream by becoming a lawyer, and you would be happy. But no, you didn't even come to my convocation. Everybody received their degree with their parents, and I received it alone. When I told you about it, you said that I was trying to show you what you couldn't accomplish, and you punished me.)
As tears streamed down Vaidehi's cheeks, her sorrow seemed to reverberate throughout the room, touching the hearts of every member of her family. Their own eyes welled up with tears, mirroring her pain and reflecting the depth of their empathy and connection. In the shared silence, the weight of Vaidehi's emotions hung heavy in the air, a tangible presence that enveloped them all. Each tear shed by her family members was a testament to their unconditional love and unwavering support, as they stood by her side in her moment of vulnerability.
Vaidehi: "Areh ye sab toh chod hi dijiye, aap dono toh meri shadi Tak me nahi aaye, mera Kanyadan tak nahi kiya."
(Oh, forget all this. Neither of you came to my wedding, you didn't even perform my Kanyadan.)
As Vaidehi's tears turned into sobs, her emotions overflowed, cascading like a torrential downpour. The weight of her pain and sorrow became too much to bear, and she found herself consumed by a tidal wave of anguish. Her cries echoed through the room, a raw and unfiltered expression of her inner turmoil. With each sob, she released the pent-up emotions that had been building inside her, letting them pour out freely.
Vaidehi: "Kyu kiya aisa, kya galti thi meri? Kyu cheen liya mujhse mera bachpan??"
(Why did you do this? What mistake did I make? Why did you snatch away my childhood from me?)
Feeling Vaidehi's anguish, Viraj instinctively drew her into a tender side hug, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. With gentle movements, he began to rub her back in soothing circles, offering comfort and reassurance through his touch. As Vaidehi nestled against him, her tears slowly began to ebb, replaced by a sense of warmth and security.
Vaidehi: "puri zindagi mujhe neglect karke aap log mujhse maafi mangne aaye hai?? Kis kis cheez ke liye maaf Karu haa?? Bataiye, aur agar kuch achche pal bhi honge mere aapke sath toh vo toh mujhe yaad hi nahi."
(You've come to apologize after neglecting me my whole life? For what should I forgive you, huh? Tell me. And even if there were some good moments between us, I don't even remember them.)
Feeling the weight of their daughter's pain, Abhinav and Sangeeta were overcome with remorse, realizing the extent of the hurt they had caused. Tears streamed down their cheeks as they approached Vaidehi, their hearts heavy with guilt and sorrow. Kneeling before her, they reached out and gently took hold of her hands, their touch a silent plea for forgiveness. Despite Vaidehi's initial resistance, they held on firmly, unwilling to let go, determined to bridge the emotional distance that had grown between them.
Abhinav: "Hum jaante hai beta, humse bahaut badi galti ho gayi. Teri zindagi ko kya se kya kar diya humne, Hume maaf kar deta beta."
(We know, beta, we've made a big mistake. We've ruined your life, please forgive us, child.)
Sangeeta: "Ek aakhri mauka dede meri bachchi, vada karte hai niraash nahi karenge. Ek mauka beta bas ek last chance."
(Give my child one last chance, promise we won't disappoint you. Just one chance, beta, just one last chance.)
Abhinav: "Itne saal tujhse dur rahe hai ab aur nahi hoga."
(We've been away from you for so many years, and it can't happen anymore.)
As tears continued to flow freely from both Abhinav and Sangeeta, Vaidehi's own heart ached witnessing their uncontrollable anguish. Despite the overwhelming emotions swirling around them, she couldn't shake the lingering resentment that had built up over years of feeling neglected and unappreciated by her parents. With a heavy heart, Vaidehi withdrew her hand from their grasp, a silent gesture of the emotional barrier that had grown between them. As she wiped away her tears, a mixture of pain and frustration washed over her. How could she forgive and forget years of longing for their attention, only to be met with indifference?
Vaidehi: "Thik hai."
(Okay)
Sangeeta: "Huhh??"
Vaidehi: "Haa thik hai maaf kar dungi."
(Yes, okay, I forgive you.)
Abhinav: "Thank you so much beta."
As Abhinav moved to embrace her, Vaidehi's hand instinctively rose, halting him in his tracks. The unspoken barrier between them felt palpable, a silent reminder of the distance that had grown between father and daughter. In that moment of hesitation, Vaidehi's heart wrestled with conflicting emotions - the longing for her father's warmth and affection, tempered by the pain of past disappointments. Though part of her yearned to accept his embrace, another part remained guarded, wary of opening herself up to further hurt.
Vaidehi: "Bas ek sawaal ka jawab de dijiye. "
(Just answer one question.)
Sangeeta: "Haa beta puch na kya puchna hai."
(Yes, child, ask whatever you want.)
Vaidehi: "Agar meri yaadasht nahi gayi hoti, aur maine aapko kaha hota ki maine aapke bete ko nahi maara, toh kya aap dono mera vishwas karte????"
(If I hadn't lost my memory, and I had told you that I didn't hit your son, would you both have believed me?)
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