Hey guys! Here's a Koezi story for y'all!
All cadets and trainers were in the training area. Everyone was enthusiastically performing all the drills. The cadets were performing them so well that the most cynical trainers- Karan and Sanju- even they wanted to compliment them all. They didn't though, as they feared it would lead their cadets to have an easier version of them, where they'd appear more lenient and maybe then, these people wouldn't train so well. Nobody wanted that, so they admired them silently.
Suddenly a voice rang in the halls, startling everyone.
"Koelll!"
The voice yelled again.
"Kooelll!" This time, it was accompanied with the running figure of a boy.
He ran straight into the training area, paying no attention to all the stares he received.
He was still running when suddenly Karan came in his way.
"Hey Champ!" Karan began, bending down a bit to match the level of the boy.
"Tu yahan iss wakt kya kar rha hai?" He enquired, in a playful tone.
"Sorry Pancake Uncle. I know mujhe abhi aise nahi aana chahiye tha. But mai kya karta?" He asked innocently. "Mai oversleep kar Gaya, Koel ne uthaya nahi toh mai use wish nahi kar paya na!"
"Okay bacha, lekin abhi mumma training le rahi hai na? And phir tujhe aise bhagte bhagte chot lag jati toh?" Karan asked. By now, every single person present there had grouped around the duo, except the person who's name was being yelled earlier.
"I'm sorry," the kid said, holding his two ears with his hands. Karan smiled.
"It's ok. Ab bata bhi do apne Pancake and Dodo uncles ko ki aap itna bhaag-bhaag ke kyu aaye?" This time, Faizi asked lovingly, kneeling on the ground to match the kid's height.
The boy looked around, finally noticing the crowd, and his two uncles, right in front of him.
"Vo mai.." as soon as he began to explain, he was cut off by another voice, which was of his mother.
"Nikhil? Tu yaha kya kar rha hai?" Koel asked, worried about the well being of her child. She walked towards him, her two trainers got up from the ground to give the mother-son space. Koel immediately went and knelt down in their spot. She began to check every possible spot on Nikihil. All this while, Nikhil, along with the others looked at the concerned mother.
"Tu theek hai na, beta? Tujhe kahi lagi toh nahi na? Tujhse kitni baar kaha hai, uchal kud mat kiya kar itna! Yaha pe bohot dangerous equipments hote hain. Tujhe lagi hai kya? Tu bol na? Aise toh hamesha tarr tarr karta rehta hai, abhi kar na!" Koel enquired, her whole posture tensed, still checking on her little boy, for any signs of injury.
Nikhil looked at her for two more seconds and then leapt into her arms, securing his hands tightly behind Koel's neck. As if on reflex, Koel hugged him back. Everyone else awed at the sight.
"Offo, Koel!" Nikhil exclaimed. "Tu kehti hai mai tarr tarr karta hun, tu khud bhi kaha chup hoti hai? Bolne hi nahi deti! Mai yaha aaya tha, kyunki har saal ki tarah aaj bhi mai tujhe sabse pehle wish karna chahta tha," he explained innocently. Tears threatened to escape the vulnerable mother's eyes. Nikhil extracted himself from the hug and kissed Koel's cheek.
"Happy birthday, mendaki," he wished softly.
Koel pulled him back in the hug, tears finally spilling down. Flashes of the past appeared in her mind. She shook her head to clear them.
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KOEL KA DIN
FanfictionA very off-track, Koezi story. It's a big day for Koel and Faizi will make sure everything goes perfectly! And who knows, maybe, as the day will pass, they'll both end up realising their messed up feelings for each other. Short story.
