Part 1
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It was a usual morning in Shekhawat mansion. All the attendance was busy in doing their respective work.
Head of the family, harsh Shekhawat was reading his morning newspaper sitting in their hall.
A maid comes with his tea and kept it on the table in front of him.
"Did Ranveer come last night” .he asked the maid.
"Yes sir, Ranveer sir came at 2 am" the maid replied.
He sighed in defeat.
"No one can make him understand. Who can say he is the father of a 5 years old daughter" ......he mumbled to himself.
"Don't know what he is doing with his life."
It's become usual for Ranveer. He was mostly busy in his business and went for many business tours so, harsh has no idea when he's going to come or not.
“Acha go and check Meher. Is she ready or not for her school??” .he said.
Maid nodded and left to check on her.
Upstairs near Ranveer's room, in a beautiful room, a little girl was busy making her hairstyles.
Her room was full of teddies, dolls, and toys. Her dresser has many make-up materials because she is so interested in them. She loves to doll herself.
Who can say, a 5-year girl knows that much about make-up and styles.
But she knows. And why can't she?
She is the daughter of two geniuses then that extra intelligence is normal for her. But the different thing is that she has no interest in cars and technology yet like her parents.
She is just 5, and she is enjoying her life with full luxury.
She is the princess of the Shekhawat mansion.
She is Meher Singh Shekhawat, daughter of Ranveer and Anaika.
She is beautiful like her mother and intelligent like her both parents. She is a full little package of beauty plus the brain.
So naughty, equally innocent, loves to play pranks on her dadu and very inspired by movies.
No one can deny her wish. Ranveer works night and day only to give her every comfort of life to fulfill her every wish.
Her caretaker dolly came to call her for breakfast.
"Meher baby let's go, your dadu is waiting for you," she said to her.
Meher turned to her and smiled.
Despite rich and having every comfort still she was so down to earth and very humble to everyone. She knows to respect elders.
"Ok didi, let's go," She said and left to meet her dadu.
She was running on the stairs fast and yelled.
"Dadu".
Harsh smiled watching her and kept his newspaper on the other side when suddenly she jumped on his lap.
"Aaahh” he faked too screamed in pain.
She giggled at him.
"Dadu you are not strong as papa," She said.
“Oh please, I'm very strong than your father. I'm your father's father” .he said making sad pout.
"Don't be sad dadu, I love you so much. You are my best dadu" she said while hugging him tightly.
"And you are my best granddaughter in the world," he said.
She immediately broke the hug and stands straight on the front of him.
"Dadu, how's I'm looking today?” .She asked him.
"Mm let me see first” .he said.
He showed like he was in deep thought, she was impatiently waiting for his answer.
It's was their daily routine. She always asked him this question and he compliments her.
"Dadu, tell me”. She said.
"My Meher is looking so beautiful. Just like a doll” .he said making her smile.
"I don't want to look like a doll; I want to look like mamma because she is the most beautiful girl in the world.
Right??" she said.
When she talks about her mother, her face glooms with another smile.
"Yes beta, your mamma is so beautiful. You are just like your mamma. Soul of this house” he caressed her head.
Her eyes were twinkle with unknown innocence and pride of being like her mamma.
He lost in some past incidents and looked at her. He felt bad about her poor fate.
"I forget to tell you, your papa has come," .he told her about Ranveer.
"Papa is here.
Yeeeee".She jumped in excitement to meet her father after 3 weeks.
But harsh smiled sadly on her.
Here is Ranveer's room. He was sleeping soundlessly. Yesterday he came late from another business trip. He was so tired.
He was in his deep sleep when he felt someone was caressing his hair.
He smiled knowing the touch but didn't open his eyes.
"Ranveer gets up, it's 7 o'clock" she whispered in his ears.
He shivered a little when her wet hair touches his face.
He opened his eyes and the person, her wife, Anaika looking him lovingly.
He grabbed her waist and pulled her on him. She landed upon him and gasped.
"Ranveer, what are you doing?” ...She said.
"Try to romance with my wife" .he said in his hussy's voice.
She blushed and he smiled at how she still blushes as she did on their marriage day.
"Ranveer we are getting late. Leave me” She said.
But he shakes his head in no.
She frowned at him.
"Ok tell me what you want in return to leave me," She said.
"Wow, the wife you are becoming so smart day by day,
Just like me, you know what I want” .he said eyeing towards her lips.
"Ranveer, what you are saying that too in the morning. Just get up". She said trying to get up but he tightens his hold on her.
“Who said we can't kiss in the morning. Stop this and give me my morning kiss or I'll not leave you” .he said making her signed in defeat.
"You will never change," she said.
He said "never”
She closed her eyes and come near him. He too closed his eyes, ready to feel her but she pushed him on another side in bed and laughing at him.
His face was on the other side but he heard her laughter and turned to her.
But he fined no one in the room.
"Anaika” he called her.
Her melodic laughter was still in the room but she was not there.
"Anaika, Anaika” ..he yelled.
But found nothing as usual.
And he understood that it was his dream as always a dream which he was looking from the last 5 years.
He roamed his gaze around his room. Everything reminds him of Anaika from the color of the wall to curtains.
Everything she chooses.
He took their wedding picture from the near nightstand and caressed it. His eyes immediately brimmed with tears.
"I miss you Anaika. Please come back. Please” ...he mumbled.
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