Qurbat, Near You

7- Ways Of Nikhil

Look who is back! Me! Me!

I don't know what I have written honestly. I tried my best to get back my touch. But clearly I am still lacking it. Forgive me if anything feels out of line. And thank you for all the love and for being patient with me.

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Nikhil looked at himself in the mirror and smiled. For the first time in his life he was sure he looked handsome. He was sure he was looking the most beautiful and most gorgeous man ever. He straightened the sleeves of his shirt and combed his hair again. This time more elegantly. 

Ah, perfect. 

After he was sure nothing was left, he smiled widely and walked out of his room. Happiness is an emotion that can easily make itself aware to the world. And Nikhil was the live example of that happiness. The way his eyes were twinkling, and they were shining happily, one didn't had to be a genius to know that Nikhil Raheja was happy today. He looked extra-ordinarily happy. 

"Ta-da! Kaisa lag raha hu main? Too handsome for my own good. Hainna?" Nikhil's loud voice attracted attention. Kabir looked up at his child, and so did his brothers who were already present there. 

Kabir's eyes widened in surprise before they teared up. He turned the stove off, and turned to look at his child. Intently. None of them could take their eyes off the little Raheja, who was standing there proudly, happily, spinning in circles. Only if the moment wouldn't have been so heart-touching, Adhir and Manthan would have teased him for twirling like Cinderella. 

Hardik's eyes moved from Nikhil's frame to Kabir's. They were not blood related. Kabir was not his biological father but it was so hard to tell that, not when Nikhil was standing there, looking like Kabir. 

Mini version of Kabir. 

"You are looking like Baba! Damn, tu unka carbon-copy lag raha hai, Nikhil. Spitting image of Kabir Raheja." Hardik said, scratching his chin, and Nikhil grinned at him. 

"Hainna? The most handsome and appealing Kabir Raheja's carbon-copy. Kya hua, Baba? Aap kuch nahi bol rahe ho." Nikhil said, mischievously wiggling his eyebrows, and Kabir let out a choked chuckle. 

Nikhil was dressed in a pair of dark pants, and white shirt. The sleeves of which were rolled up, showing his biceps. His hair was styled like Kabir— combed back elegantly. He was even wearing the same shoes Kabir always wore to office. Just smaller in size. Nikhil made sure he looked exactly like Kabir Raheja, his father. And for that, he didn't leave anything behind. His wrist had the same watch Kabir always wore. He was even wearing the same rings Kabir had, again smaller in size. 

"Kya bolu? You made me speechless. You are looking like me more than I look like myself. Chotta Kabir lag raha hai tu. Bas ek chiz ki kami hai." Kabir said, and Nikhil's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, looking down at himself. 

What was left now?

"Haan, sahi kaha aapne. Dimaag laana bhu gaya bechara Nikhil. It's okay, Nikki, we will pretend that you have a brain when you don't. Your cuteness will cover for you today." Manthan teased him, joking sweetly, and Nikhil scowled at him. 

"Babaa, dekh lo aap Bhaiya ko. Mujhe pareshaan kar rahe hai. Aap hi batao, mere andar dimaag nahi hai?" Nikhil asked Kabir, looking at him expectantly, wanting his father to scold his oldest brother.