Damsel in Distress -an Indian Story

Who is she?

Karthik' s pov

I returned to India with lots of gifts for my little munchkin- my new born niece. I was so excited to meet her. Iam very fond of kids. I love to spend time with them. Iam also a kid by heart.

When I reached home I saw my mom and dad adoring their granddaughter.
My dad was singing lullaby to her.
If someone from our office saw this, they would definitely have heart attack.

My dad is a very strict person when it comes to his profession. But in home, he is a lovely husband and an amazing father.

" Karthik, you arrived" my mom hugged me as soon as she saw me.
" Didn't you eat anything, you look weak" .She said the universal dialogue of mothers.

" Chill, mom iam perfectly fine " I said and she shook her head in denial.

" Kavitha, he must be tired of travelling. Let him rest. Karthik, you go and fresh up,  then we will have dinner" My father came for my rescue.

The next days flew away so fast.

Two years later( before he met Nithya)

Today my chotti ( younger sister) is going to Kerala for her higher studies. Sounds strange? Leaving Mumbai for studying in Kerala.

But it has a reason . We have a connection with Kerala. Our mother is  a half keralite. Our grandmother was a malayali and grand father Marathi.
Mom studied in Kerala till her graduation before she shifted to Mumbai.

She used to tell stories about Kerala when we were kids. Chotti was adamant to study in the same college where our mom studied. Mom was a bit reluctant earlier because she doesn't want to stay away from her .

But dad supported this idea. As he think it will be a great opportunity to chotti to discover a new place, to explore a new culture , adjusting with new surroundings etc.

My dad has a special character . He loves us so much, provide all comforts to us, but he doesn't raise us as brats.
He always teach us the value of things . He never controlled us, but guided us. He gave complete freedom for us. He never forced us for anything.

We can share anything with him . He won't judge us . Moreover he respects our choices and opinions. We are lucky to have him as our father. He is my role model.

" Chotti, come fast other wise you will miss the flight". I reminded her who is busy in consoling our mom. Iam the one who is dropping her to airport.

Mom argued a lot for coming to airport , but I forbidden her. If she come to airport, she will definitely cry. She is very emotional.

After some emotional moments we left for airport.
To be honest, iam also very sad for her departure. Even though we fight a lot , I love her a lot. Like my own baby.
I know it sounds a bit cliche. But it's true . But iam not going to express my sadness as it will hurt her.

" Will you miss me?" She asked all of a sudden.
" What? No. Not in my dreams" I lied.
I won't admit it at any cost 😉. Respect for younger siblings - No way 🤭🤭🤭🤭.

" Go away , I hate you ,I won't talk to you" she said and slapped my arm lightly .

" Chill, chotti" I was about to say something but he cut me in middle.
" Don't call me chotti, iam a grown up girl Call me Rithika"
She said annoyingly.

She doesn't like her nickname. That's why I call her by that😉😉😉😉.

After some time we reached airport .
I bid bye to her and returned home.
I saw my mom and dad having tea at the lawn. I know they are also sad. So to lighten their mood I asked
" Hello, lovebirds, what's up?".