Phir Le Aaya Dil - Mishbir FF

Chapter 38: A Family to Call 'Hers'

This chapter is dedicated to my sweetest doctor friend namabear as her birthday gift!❤️❤️

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Chapter 38: A Family to Call 'Hers'

Flashback:

Vishambar had been expecting Abir talk to him about his worries, but not as soon when he found Abir's name flashing on his phone thirty minutes after he left with Mishti. His stubborn daughter was indeed troubling his poor son too much on the first day of their supposedly old friendship. Ready to deal with the trouble his daughter was putting his son in, Vishambar heaved a sigh and received the call.

"Kya hua beta? Mishti pareshan kar rahi hai apni memory loss ko lekar?" Vishambar asked his son with concern in his voice. "Mishti ko phone dijiye, main samjhata-"

"Mishti ko lagta hai ki Badi Ma aur Kuhu ka rishta tootne pe hai. Zyada waqt nahi lagega Mishti ko samajhne mein ki unn dono rishta kabka toot ke bikhar chuka hai." Abir spoke in one breath.

"Abir..." Vishambar spoke in a mellow tone, "aisa nahi bolte beta." He heard Abir heaving a tired sigh, "Mishti ko agar sab yaad hota, tab bhi woh yeh rishta jode rakhne ki poori koshish karti. Aap aur hum jaante hain, samajhte hain ki Kuhu ne Mishti ko girane ka irada nahi rakha tha, lekin aapki Badi Ma ko waqt lagega."

Abir listened to him patiently.

"Apni ek beti ko kho dene ka zakham bhara hi tha ke dusri beti maut se ladhne chali gayi." Vishambar's heart skipped a beat as the two heart-wrenching incidents flashed in front of his eyes, the accident of his two daughters. "Chot jitni Mishti ko lagi hai, utni hi aapki Badi Ma ko bhi. Toh jab hum Mishti ko dheere-dheere apne sach se mila rahe hain, aapki Badi Ma ko bhi humein dheere-dheere hi sab sikhana hoga, haina?" he asked softly, and Abir could only nod in response.

"Ek aur baat," Vishambar continued, "Kuhu ka janamdin aa raha hai. Mishti humse nahi, par aapse zarur baat karegi iss baare mein. Hum jaante hain aap Mishti ke sawalon ka jawab nahi de payenge."

Abir stood dumbfounded. His Bade Papa already knew Mishti would ask him, and to add to it he knew Abir would need his Bade Papa's help. What a fool he was to think he did not have a father!

"Beta aap chinta mat karna, maine kuch soch rakha hai." Vishambar continued, hoping his poor son is still listening to him, "Aap abhi Mishti ko apna ghar dikha ke le aaiye, uska mind divert ho jayega."

Abir took a glance at his phone and placed it back on his ear. "Huh?"

"Humne kaha, Mishti ko apna ghar dikha ke laaiye."

Abir checked his phone to see if he was listening to the sound of hallucinations or if Bade papa actually asked him to take Mishti home. And when he did, a loud shriek left his throat.

"WHAT?" Abir glanced around to check if anyone heard him scream, "Bade papa... Are... Are you... sure?" Abir could not believe his ears, "Mere... mere ghar? Rajvansh Sadan?"

"Aapke paas do Rajvansh Sadan hai?"

"Sorry Bade Papa," Abir bit his lip, "lekin mujhe yeh sahi nahi lag raha. Aaj hi toh Mishti ne mujhse dosti-"

"Aapko humpe vishwas nahi?" Vishambar asked softly, shutting him up. "Aaj hi sahi din hai, sahi waqt hai." He affirmed. "Jaanta hoon wahan Kuhu hogi, aapki Ma hongi... lekin wahan aap bhi toh honge, haina?"