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Chapter 7

Disha's POV

I wake up as the alarm goes off. Finding room still dark I move my head towards the window to see the drapes covering the window. If I remember correctly I didn't did it yesterday night. Means mummy did it, just like old times. Instantly I get a feeling of belongingness which I was deprived of since years.

Stretching my body I stride towards my old washroom. Getting rid of my payjama I stand below the shower. Closing my eyes I tilt my head towards the water letting the droplets fall on my face.

I have to leave in few hours. Thankgod I didn't unpacked my things. I just have to take my bag and leave.

With closed eyes my hands stretch for the body wash. Getting it I realised that my hands are still habitual of this washroom. Squeezing it on the loofah I rub it all over my body. As water cascades down my body washing away the soap I let all the emotions of yesterday to wash away, along with the water.

Taking the towel from the hanger I wipe my body. Taking hold of the lotion I squeeze some on my palm. Bringing it close to my nose I sniff. Instantly the lavender smell hits my nose. After applying lotion all over my body I wear a black bodycon dress which reaches below my knees. I top it off with a blue colour shirt. I wear some gold colour necklace. I leave my hair for airdry. Applying lip balm I leave.

As soon as I reach downstairs I hear dad say “.....nice to have all of us together. Am I not right?" Like a thief I stop and hide behind the kitchen gate wanting to hear them.

“Ueah it does. I just hope whatever hritik has thought succeeds."mom says. What has bhai thought? I guess I will come to know it in a few minutes.

“Hm.... You know I really wish to have our old Disha back. I like this Disha as she is confident but... I want that bubbly Disha of our back and to have a relationship with her like old times. Didn't you see it that yesterday night how we were uncomfortable in each others company? You were also very indifferent... Show the love which you have for her to her." dad says.

“Says the person who was behaving the same way. What a hypocrite you are!..... You are right. But what can I do? Whenever I see her I always get reminded that she ran away from us. I know that she was alone fighting with the feeling of losing her first ever child....." my eyes well's up with water thinking of that day “and I totally understand her but it doesn't mean that she runs away from us. We could have helped her. I....I could have been their for her. And I need time to forgive her." mom replies. Realising that it's enough of my eavesdropping I take few steps back. Loudly I start walking towards kitchen to let them know about my presence.

“Good morning." I say to them. I have been thinking wrong all this time. I always thought that they were angry at me and there was not a way to redeem their love back. I just need to act like old times and we can be back like past. And I just do that, like old times I go and kiss the left cheek of dad and mummy. Their expression changes from shock to adoration.

“Oh wow the breakfast is looking delicious." I say eyeing the tasty food.

“But where are bhai and Mia?" I ask as I didn't find them.

“Um they are still.....oh wait here they are. Now when everybody is here let's not wait more and have breakfast." mom says. My gaze falls on Mia. Our relationship since that outburst of her has improved to a little extend but not like it used be. And it can never be I have the feeling. I nod my head towards her which she reciprocates by nodding.

“What is the time of your flight, Disha?" dad suddenly ask in the middle of the the breakfast.

“I will have to leave in few hours." I say. Dad, bhai and mummy do some eye thing or was it my imagination.

After breakfast we all sit in the hall. As soon as we sit a crying sound resonates in the whole house. Immediately Mia stands up and runs upstairs. After few minutes the crying stops. Mia comes down with my sweet nephew in her arms. We all laugh seeing Mia in sweats.

“Hritik take him. I am tired." Mia says and plops down on her earlier seat with a huff.

“Why do you tire your mom, huh?" Bhai says to the small kid and he makes some gurgling sound while pushing his hands on Bhai's face. A giggle escapes from my mouth seeing bhai talk to him.

“Bhai you are talking with him as if he is understanding you." I point out while giggling.

“Disha he understands everything." Bhai says while playing with him.

“How?" I ask. How can he understand it? And how can bhai know if he came to understand it?

“That's how a parent is different for their baby. We always understand what our son or daughter...." mummy starts caressing my face while talking “needs. Those gurgling sounds which you both used to make, we always understood what you were trying to say back then. And same way hritik is understanding what his son is saying." I nod my head in understanding.

Would I also understand my baby's gurgling if I ever became a mother? How would vihaan look while playing with him? A giggle escapes my mouth while imaging him.

Suddenly I realised that I was imagining vihaan even though he is never going to be my husband again. But he would look good while playing with his and.....soniya's baby. But would he want one? Maybe he will.

“Bhai I am going to be late for my flight." I shout. The time passed so fast that I didn't saw the time. Bhai nods his head not even a little bit concern.

“We will also come." Mom says.

“Okay mummy...... Bhai we need to go first where I was staying. My things are there." I say to bhai and pick my back.

“Bhai let's go." I again say as I find him still playing with the little kid.

“Yeah coming...... Mom dad are you coming with me in my car or you will come in yours?" Bhai ask.

“You both go. We will come in my car." dad replies. Touching feet of mummy and dad we leave.

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