BEWITCHED

Chapter 4th

I was just standing there seeing as the car vanished from my sight.

"How about a ice cream?"
Dadu quipped up from behind me making jump a little.
He got diabetes, not so serious but doctor said him to control his sugary urges.

"No."

"Just 1 cup."

"No."

I moved to get inside but he stood still, looking at me with hopeful eyes.
Sometimes it gets difficult for me to say who is the grandchild.
When I didn't make a move he started huffing puffing making a pout making me chuckle.

"Please a cup will not hurt me, please."
I know from where I get my stubbornness from, he is even more stubborn than me.

"Sigh, just one, okay?"

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"Daksh is handsome right? "
The sudden question made me choke on my cookie and cream flavored ice-cream, while he sat there devouring his vanilla.

The ice cream parlour was not so far away from our home, it was just a 10 min walk away.
We were sitting at the bench outside eating our ice-creams enjoying the night air.

"Oh God, why did you ask it like that."

"Hmm, dekha maine kaise dekh rhe thi tu use."
He was now facing me fully to observe every or any reaction from me.

"Jaise kya dekh rhi thi? Je-jese dekha jata h waise dekh rhi thi."
I declared stunning on my word, avoiding any eye contact.

"Bacche, you were drolling over him."

"No, I wasn't."

"Yes, you were."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"No."

"Yes- this is cheating!!!"
I objected raising my voice a little making a few people towards us m giving me a unpleasant look but my grandfather now had a victory smile at his face.

It was quite for a moment until dadu spoke breaking it, cleaning his throat a little.

"I-I have.. Brain tumor, I got the reports last week.

"..."
Silence filled the air, I didn't know what to say, I didn't have anything to say. I can feel the ball of emotions raising in my throat.
Getting no reply from me, he continued letting me know his condition.

"The doctor said it's growing fast, it's stage 3...high grade. It's spreading in other parts of my brain.

The median survival range is less than-again he cleared his throat- less than tw-two years..."

I can feel my cheeks getting wet dripping down in my hand as they shook from the fear of loosing my only family member.
By my mind was still malfunctioning the information.
I was still shocked, but I knew the fact that I didn't want to accept the truth.

"Surgery can be a little complicated and it will give side effects, quite a little much. But they did said that the success rate is 50-70 %.
I just have two more years, I want to see you having your own family bacche. "

"You are my family."
My voice came barely as a whisper.

"I know, I know but I want you to get settled, to have a few great grandchildren. I want to see you really happy bacche, to see you smile from your heart not the fake once you give to everyone."

"But I want to be with you."
A sob broke through me, I was full on crying now, big fat tears rolled down my cheeks making my cheeks and nose pink.

"There, there don't cry like a child now. I am always with you, I'm not going anywhere. Just give it a try, if you will not like him I will not force you.

Come let's go home, the air is getting colder now."

I just my head a little letting him know I agreed. He smiled the most beautiful smile I've seen in his face. Walking down the street with my grandfather talking to his friend I realised how happy he is.
How relaxed he looks even knowing the fact that he got 3rd stage brain tumor.

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Isn't it weird how happiness can be shattered in a few words.
A few minutes ago I was happy, content with my life. I enjoyed the dinner with my grandfather, guests who felt like my own family.
Here I'm now crying in pillow, pouring my heart out through little salty water droplets.
I remember when my mother died my aunt said I was a jinx. I didn't believe it at that time but now I'm feeling like one.
I'm feeling like it is my fault all my fault, if I would have took care of him properly he won't be telling me his illness in an excuse of ice-cream.

Only if I had.

How can i say no when it's his last expectation from me. How can i say no when he looked so happy about it.
How can I...?

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It was in morning when dadu told me that Mr. Ahuja was coming to pick me up at 5 in evening.

After my mental breakdown session last night, I was feeling a little good. But was still denying the reality, even through I knew there was no point of it, but I just didn't wanted to accept it.

It was half past 3 now, I was doing my work, typing away in my laptop.
I leaned Russian when I was in 12th grade. It was a intresting language so I learned it for fun, and was now making money with it.

My phone dinged letting me know that I had a massage. It was from my grandpa, he was with Mr. and Mrs. Ahuja.
They said they wanted to visit temple for prayers of their children and dadu just accompanied them.

Don't be late be ready at 5. He is a punctual man.

I looked up at clock, it was almost 4.
I replied with a thumbs up letting him know that I read the message.

Taking a shower I excited my bathroom getting in my room. I opened my wardrobe choosing carefully what to wear. It was mid March, holiday passed a few days ago so the weather was neutral.

I didn't knew where we were going so choosing simple but classy will be good.

I settled on a simple red sundress, it reached a little below my knees.
It wasn't much just a simple v neck with bishop sleeves.
Tying my hair into a high ponytail I put on some loose powder, mascara and some nude lipstick.
I paired it with small earrings and a simple golden chain with a little heart in it.

There was a horn letting me know that he was here. I rechecked my sling bag and put my heels as I headed towards the gate.

I felt like I worked on myself extra in this blind date. It was like I wanted to look beautiful and confident.

Well, it's goona be quite a date.

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Here's a emotional rollercoaster.
I'm not a emotional person so it was hard for me to write this, but I tried.
Hope you guys like it.