A small girl around 5 years old is shown running on a garden playing with her mother.. Her shoulder length hair was bouncing.. Her laughter was echoing in the garden.. She used to come here every day with her mother.
Her mother become tired and sat down on the bench. She turned back and saw that her mother was not following her. She ran towards her but her feet got sprained. She started crying loudly..
Seeing her daughter in pain.. She panicked and went to her quickly..
Before this she could reach her daughter. A boy, about 10 years old, went to her and sat down on his knees to reach at her level..
He placed her feet in his lap And start examining her.. after seeing no injury he asked
Boy: (concerned laced in his voice) " Kaha dard ho raha hai..??
She pointed towards her feet while crying
Boy: Aik kaam kartay hai mai apni mom sa kahta ho wo na duniya ki best doctor hai wo tumhara ilaj karay gi na to tum bilkul theek ho jao gi.. Saara dard chuuu mantar ho jai ga..
She looked at him with her teary eyes..
Her mother: " Nhi beta isski koi zaroorat nhi.. mai isse ghar jaanay sa pehlay doctor ka pass check krwa do gi..
She helped her to stand on her feet. The girl felt pain in her feet and started crying loudly and sat down on the ground again.
Boy start panicking and ran towards a direction.. And came holding a woman's hand
Boy: " Mama please check her.. She is in pain.. "
The woman saw her son worrying about an unknown girl.
She nodded and bent down to reach at her level and checked her feet.. She twisted her leg..The girl held her mother's hand while crying.. Her mother rub her back to calm her down.
After sometime,
Boy's mother: " Ab araam sa apna paon hilao..(she did) Very Good.. Now she is totally fine.. Please take care of her.."
Her mother nodded and thanked her..
Boy's mother: "what is your name beautiful..?"
She giggled.. She was about to answer her.. But stopped when boy whispered..
Boy: " Preeta "
Preeta and her mother looked at the boy shockingly.. He realised what he did and looked at them and then his mother.. He gave her pleading look for help.. His mother try to cover up for him and said..
" ohh ( Laughed nervously... ) mein kaisay bhool gai abhi to apnay apni beti ka naam liya tha.. Preeta.. Nice name.. "
Boy held her both hand and helped her to stand... He forward his hand and said with a smile on his face..
" Hi ! I'm karan.. Karan luthra.. "
"Hello.. Mai preelta aora.. " he smile widely listening her angelic voice.. Her mother spoke behind her..
" Isska matlab hai Preeta Arora.. "
" i know.. " karan wispered which go unnoticed by them..
He kept on staring at her.. Their mother sat on a bench and chatting with each other and become friends..
Preeta held karan's hand and dragged towards swing... She sit on the seat and indicate him to swing her.. He did what she told him.. They both play happily..
After sometime , Preeta become tired and goes towards her mother who is busy on chit chatting with karan's mother.. She pulled her dress for gaining their attention..
Her mother sees tiredness in her eyes.. She excused herself and said..
Sarla: "Mujhe lagta hai ab hume chalna chahiya.. Kaafi dair bhi ho gai hai or waisay bhi yeh preeta ka khanay ka time hai.. "
Rakhi : " Aisa kiyun nhi kartay ka ap dono mera ghar chalo aj dinner humare saath kar ka jaana.. "
Sarla : " Areyyy.. Nhi nhi isski koi zaroorat nhi hai.. Apnay pucha itna hi humara liya kaafi hai.. Ab hume chalna cahiya.. "
Rakhi : Aisay kaisay chale jai ga.. Agar ap chalain gi humara saath to hume bohat acha lagay ga.. "
She bend down and asked Preeta..
" Kyun ap or nhi khailna chahti apne new friend ka saath.. " Preeta looked at karan who already staring her waiting for her answer.. She again looked at Karan's Mother and nod her head with a smile on her face.. Which made karan smile..
" Dekha wo bhi abhi humare saath time spend karna chahti hai.. Ap chaliya na humare saath.. "
" Acha theek hai hum chaltay hai apke saath.. Mein aik kaam karti ho driver ko wapis ghar bejh deti ho.. " Sarla spoke in which Rakhi nodded..
She tells the driver to go back to her house.. Rakhi , Sarla sit on back side of the car.. Karan sit on the passenger seat..
Sarla made Preeta sit on her lap.. The driver started the car.. Preeta kept on moving on Sarla's lap.. Sarla asked her..
" Kya hua Preeta?? Kuch kahna hai.. " she nodded her head.. " Kya kahna hai??.. " sarla asked her..
" Muldhe kalan te saath belna tha.. "
(Mujhe karan ke saath bethna tha..)
she said cutely and pouted her lips.. Karan smile listening this..Sarla: "Areyy beta abhi hum Karan ka ghar hi ja rahay hai na to waha ja kar karan ka saath jitna time spend karna hai kar laina.. Okk.. "
Preeta: " No muldhe adhe belna hai.. "
( No mujhe agay bethna hai.)She said in her childish voice and started hitting her legs..
Karan tured his face to looked backward and said..
Karan: "Koi baat nhi aunty ap Preeta ko mera saath agay bitha dain.. "
Sarla: "Pr beta ap dono aik seat pr uncomfortable ho jao ge.. Rehnay do yeh isska roz ka tamasha hai aisay hi karti hai jab issay apni koi baat manwani hoti hai.. "
Preeta started crying loudy.. Rakhi told the driver to stop the car..
Driver stopped the car.. He comes out and opened the door of karan's side.. Karan comes out of the car and driver opened Preeta's side door..
Preeta smile widely seeing him.. She clapped her hands happily.. Karan seeing her lovingly.. Sarla helped preeta to comes out of the car..
First Karan sit on passenger seat then driver helped preeta to sit in the car and shut the door.. Karan wrap his hand around preeta's tiny waist to prevent her from falling..
( P.s : preeta is not sitting on karan's lap.. She is sitting beside him on the car seat.. )
All the time Preeta played with Karan's hand.. And karan admire her lovingly.
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