It's been a month since Kartik had come to Goa for his project. His friendship with Lisa had also grown a bit. He had gone for two more fights with her. She had started accompanying him for his fights and had put bets on him. As Kartik won both the fights, lisa also made a good sum of money. Kartik had even given her number to Naksh after taking her permission after Naksh had asked him.
Kartik still remembered Naksh's words when he had asked Naksh the reason.
Naksh :- Kartik agar by chance ya koi emergency mein mughe tumhe phone karna ho aur tum busy ho toh phir kisi na kisi ka toh no. hona chahiye na, tumhe contact karne ke liye.
Kartik knew that Naksh was lying to him. He needed the number to keep tabs on Kartik. He couldn't blame Naksh for that thought. After all, his habits would cause anyone to take such steps.
Kartik was coming back from the office as his meeting had gotten cancelled. Normally he would be lost in the thoughts of Naira but right now he was thinking about someone else. He was waiting. For a call. Not of any client, or from udaipur. But the call of a child.
A child whose voice called out to his heart. A child whose voice would lift his mood. A child whose voice he could listen 24 hours. A child whose voice caused him to feel joy. A joy which he hadn't felt in five years. A child whose voice was slowly reviving his dead soul. A soul which had died five years ago. He couldn't even express how he felt talking to that child.
There was something in that child's voice which called out to him. He didn't know what it was. Maybe it was the innocence or maybe the love he had in his voice or maybe the lisp in his words. Kartik didn't know. All he knew was that he needed to hear his voice. A voice which for first time in years brought peace to him. A feeling which he had forgotten.
He only had talked to the child just four times.
The first call had come a week ago. Kartik had been on the roof of his house and had been so lost in Naira's memories that he hadn't even realised that he was on the edge of the roof. One more step and he would have fallen over. But then suddenly his phone had rung. And when he had picked up, an innocent voice had called him. A child calling him papa and asking him where was he. A child who kept on babbling and had then asked Kartik to put the phone on hold while he went to call his mother but his phone battery died so it got cut.
The second call had come sometime later, asking him to Goa because his mother was in trouble as some goons were troubling her. Kartik had become very angry when he had heard that. The child had revealed that they were in Goa. For a moment he had thought of asking the address, to solve the matter himself but had then decided not to get involved. Kartik had given the child an idea on how to help his mother. The child had then called him mendak. That word had hit Kartik on his heart.
The third call had come to thank him, as due to Kartik's idea, the problem of his mother was solved. The child had then asked where he was ? Kartik had almost said Goa but then decided against it. He knew if he said Goa then it would create problem, so he had told the child that he was in udaipur. But before he could talk much the call had suddenly disconnected.
After that he himself had called that number but no one had picked it up.
Yesterday the child had called him again, Asking him to come to his school for father's Day. Kartik hadn't known what to do and after a while he had refused which led to the child getting angry with him and disconnecting the call.
Today was Father's day. He was coming back in his car, when his phone rang. He picked it up.
Child :- Happy father's day papa.
Kartik smiled when he heard the voice.
Kartik :- thank you beta.
Child :- i love you papa.
