chapter 22

When the Teacher is the Wife💕❤️💕 Part 21I said to him in a slightly arrogant tone, you don't have to worry anymore, I am reading. Her words sounded like a punch. Reluctantly, I opened the book again and concentrated on reading.-----------------------------------------------Neelima used to come home from office during working days to keep an eye on my studies just as she used to shower love on my holidays. Our days passed like this. After another year... Today Neelima was brought home from the hospital. Two days ago Neelima gave birth to a daughter. My chest is expanding with pride. It is surprising to think that I, the son of that day, am now the father of a daughter.Our little guest is named 'Shruddhi' as per Neelima's choice. As the days go by, Neelima is becoming the pearl of everyone's eyes in our house. Parents sleep with their granddaughter all the time. My father and mother, however, lovingly call their granddaughter 'Bubli'. Our princess gave Neelima a total of five months off from her office from two months before the birth till the child was three months old.My mother always took care of Neelima. She was not allowed to do any housework. Whenever Neelima wanted to do something, mother would explain to her that this is the time to take care of mother's body. My mother-in-law didn't let me do anything, so why should I let you do it? You just breastfeed the girl on time and  will teach him (me), that's enough.On the days when I was not going to college, I used to spend the whole day with Neelima by her side. Bathing her with my own hands, washing her clothes, my daughter's "Shruddhi" dirty clothes, etc. I used to feed him with rice in the afternoon. Mother used to say that I have become like my father. I used to be surprised by my mother's words. Ever since I learned to understand, I never once thought that my father was like me.When I was at home, she would sleep with her head on my chest in the afternoon. At that time it seemed that Neelima was four years older than me or what! God made us for each other. Sometimes he would hug me and cry. Neelima did not tell the reason for crying. I was just guessing.To be continued... 🖊️Tamil Karmakar 'Tamanna'What do you think of the story, of course you will comment.